"Poof." The girl sitting directly in front of Hoshimi finally couldn't hold back her laughter, and her shoulders shook unconsciously.

"Nanamin!" Mai Fukagawa, who was sitting next to Nanami Hashimoto, reminded her in a whisper, looking back from time to time to observe Hoshimi's reaction.

Hoshimi sat down in disdain, his fingers unconsciously picking at the seams of his pants, his head bowed, his messy hair in front of her, in exchange for a moment of peace and tranquility for her.

"Excuse me, Hoshimi-san? I'm not mistaken, right? Mai Fukagawa looked at the depressed Hoshimi and took the initiative to care.

"Remember correctly, hello, I'm Hoshimimi, just call me miho if you can." Gently shaking his head, Hoshimi barely hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled at the other party to introduce himself.

"My name is Mai Fukagawa, and Miho just calls me Maimai." Mai Fukagawa looked at her tenderly, with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

“maimai。” Hoshimi said loudly.

She remembered the frescoes she had seen in St. Mark's Basilica, where the evening sun weaved its warm rays into a skirt and gently spread it on the glorious dome of the church's sail arch, and the image of the Virgin Mary leading the angels to the top, and the golden glow shining behind the holy white garments.

But she prefers to sit in front of the temple than Mary, Raphael, who guards the tree of life in Eden, always steady, loving, and healing the wounds of the world. It's like Mai Fukagawa, who heals her scars at this moment.

"My name is Nanami Hashimoto." Nana Hashimoto, who couldn't help laughing, also turned around to participate in the conversation, but lowered her head, and the frequency of her shoulders shaking announced that she was failing to restrain herself at the moment.

"Hoshimi Mibu......" Hoshimi Mibu also lowered her head, her toes facing each other, her eyes fell to the ground, looking for a crack that would allow her to stay.

“mihoho！” Ikuta Erika suddenly pounced on her from behind her, pressing her whole body against her fragile back.

"It hurts!"

Hoshimi, who had originally lowered his head, was suppressed by the powerful impact, and his forehead instantly hit the solid tabletop, and when he looked up again, the tip of his forehead was red, and a shallow thin line was carved on the edge of the table.

I knew I shouldn't have gone to the barbershop yesterday to fix my bangs. This was the first thought that flashed through Hoshimi's confused mind after the intimate contact with the square table.

"Hahahahaha", Nanami Hashimoto finally couldn't help it, blocking her face with one hand and holding her lower abdomen with the other, trying to save her muscles that were sore before she even started assault training.

'I seem to be being taken for a weirdo,' Hoshimi, who was so hurt that he couldn't speak normally, began to think worriedly.

"Sorry...... Poof...... Hashimoto's face flushed, he bit his lip and tried his best to endure the laughter that kept pouring out, and the dimples on his cheeks trembled slightly.

"You're really—"

Hoshimi looked up at Ikuta Erika who was still attached to his back, and was about to angrily condemn the other party's atrocities, but saw that her always bright eyes were stained with a little mist, and she looked guilty, so she immediately changed her words:

"How bold! Did you just have that personal skill? Like the beckoning cat placed at the door of the izakaya, rhythmically swinging its meat paws back and forth? ”

Hoshimi said as he began to imitate the beckoning cat swinging its arms, puffing out its cheeks and trying to hide its chin to make himself look rounder.

"I'm obviously greeting you, okay! And you obviously saw it, why didn't you ignore me? ”

Ikuta hooked his arms around Hoshimi's neck and made it to the chair next to her, so that Hoshimi, who was in dire need of oxygen, was forced to shrink into her chest and asked angrily.

"I'm ........", Hoshimi struggled to pull Ikuta's hand away, gaining a little room for breathing for his neck.

"Were you going to murder me just now, how can I talk if you hold it so tightly?"

"Who told you to ignore me, is this your attitude towards my sister?"

"Sister is sister, what sister. No, what kind of sister are you? ”

"You're so ignorant, I just taught you a lesson instead of Auntie. After all, my aunt personally entrusted me to take good care of you and put you in my hands, and I need to be worthy of my aunt's trust in me. ”

Ikuta raised an eyebrow and smiled, letting go of the hands that bound her, hugging her chest and raising her chin lightly.

"Then why don't I know anything, I think you made up the story!"

"No, my aunt sent me a text message in person."

After speaking, Ikuta let go of the hand that bound Hoshimi, took out his mobile phone and found the text message sent by Mikoto Hoshimi, and read it aloud word by word:

"Ikuta-chan, my ignorant daughter is taking care of you, Hoshimi Mikoto respects. See for yourself if you don't believe it! ”

After saying that, Ikuta put the phone in front of the star meeting, and the glowing phone screen was almost attached to her nose, next to the tip of her nose.

"You don't have to get so close!"

Hoshimi stepped back, but the amplitude was too great, and she was sitting on tiptoe on a chair because her pants were wet, and she suddenly lost her balance and leaned back, her frightened hand desperately stretched forward, trying to grasp the hope of life, but only grabbed Ikuta, who was holding the phone, and the two fell to the hard floor together.

Ikuta's upper body was pressed against Hoshimi, his legs kneeling, one hand propped up on the ground, the other hand was grabbed by Hoshimi and held in front of his chest, the mobile phone drew a parabola in the air, and fell to the ground first, and was accurately pressed by Hoshimi behind the chair at this moment.

Hoshimi, who tried to hook the table with his foot in one last fight, failed, but at the moment of falling, he accurately grabbed Ikuta Kazu's suitcase, which was already covered in bruises, so that he fell to the ground at this moment, and at the same time experienced a triple surprise course with a large stone in his chest, a mobile phone and clothes covered in his back.

Since Nanami Hashimoto went to Beijing, there have been few happy moments like today, with laughter tearing at her already exhausted muscles and shaping her impertured abs.

"It's okay, Miho!" Mai Fukagawa was the first to react, got up from her seat and ran to help the two of them up.

Asuka Saito and Hiyaka Nakamoto, who were witnessing everything from afar, also came over and helped Hoshimi pick up the clothes that had fallen on the ground.

"I'm fine, thank you." Ikuta stood up with Mai Fukagawa's hand, seemingly uninjured.

"Of course you're fine! I feel like I'm dying! ”

When Ikuta got up smoothly, Hoshimi slowly climbed up on the ground, wet pants and shoes, wanton flying hair, and a light-colored T-shirt full of gray stains, all showing her embarrassing situation.

Hoshimi clapped her hands gently, and there was a stinging pain in the palm of her left hand, which should have been accidentally cut by the exploded suitcase, she put her left hand behind her back and gently clenched her fist to cover the wound, and helped up the chair with her right hand.

The moment I picked up the chair, I heard a scream from Ikuta next to me: "My mobile phone! ”

Hoshimi looked down, only to see the torn phone screen and the buttons that were forced to separate from the screen.

Hoshimi immediately smiled, the corners of his mouth curled unusually perfectly, and he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with his right hand and placed it in front of Ikuta.

"It's okay, you see, my phone has just been split in two, this is fate, a library of sauce!"