Chapter 7 Respective Results

The first rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, and a new day arrived as promised.

Chinatsu walks alone on her way to school as usual.

"Hey, Chinatsu", hearing someone behind her calling her name, Chinatsu subconsciously turned around.

In front of me was a man who exuded a lazy air all over his body, and there was no doubt that this person was Hachiman.

Seeing the new friend she made yesterday, Qianxia lowered her head and whispered:

"Good morning."

"Qianxia, good morning, I didn't expect that your house and mine are not far apart, so it will be more convenient." Hachiman replied.

"Eh~, Biqi Gujun, do you still want me to work in the maid café, can you change the method?" Chixia asked wistfully.

"Na, Chixia, do you know, that classmate of mine at the beginning, she also thought that she couldn't do idol work at first, but when she took the first step, she gradually got used to it."

"Therefore, don't give up your efforts before you take action, people who don't even work hard are not qualified to envy successful people." Hachiman stared at Chinatsu's eyes and said seriously.

It's true, in daily life, there are always some people who are better than you, but what people often do is not to find out why others are good, but to get together in groups and constantly attack and alienate excellent people, as if such actions can satisfy their boring self-esteem.

In fact, such an act does not do any good except to expose your narrow-mindedness. Only those who have worked hard are eligible to enjoy the "fruits" of the harvest.

Hearing Hachiman's serious words, Chinatsu lowered her head in shame and couldn't help but think:

"Yes, only after trying can you know if you can do it, and you can't blindly rely on others." Thinking of this, Qianxia agreed with a firm face.

Looking at the goddess in front of him, Hachiman nodded with satisfaction.

Only if you want to change yourself can you achieve the greatest results, and relying on others to change is only temporary at best.

"Well, this Saturday morning at nine o'clock, you wait for me at the station in front of the school, I found a nice shop that should work you out," Hachiman said.

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

With that, Hachiman and Chinatsu walked towards the school together.

――I'm the Lovely Dividing Line〜

After arriving at the school, Yawata and Chinatsu each walked to their respective classes.

It is worth mentioning that Chixia turned out to be in the next class with Xuexia, both in Class A.

You must know that the deviation value of Zongwu High School is very high, and class A is the best class, and it can be said that all of them are high-achieving students.

However, Hachiman is also a doctoral student who graduated from university, and his strength is not worse than Class A, and it should be said that his grades are better than most of the people in Class A.

So, for Chinatsu's incident in Class A, Hachiman was only slightly surprised, and he didn't feel too incredible, after all, a girl whose interest is to read books will not be bad for her grades.

When Hachiman arrived at the classroom, the bell rang just in time, and Shizu, who was dressed in a white coat, walked into the classroom with a book and shouted:

"Please open your book ...... class"

Hearing Hiratsuka-sensei's order, everyone quickly opened the book, and Hachiman was no exception, after all, Hiratsuka-sensei's stunts were martial arts, and no one wanted to provoke this "high-force" teacher, but there was another reason why Yawata was willing to listen to Mr. Shizuka's class, that is, Mr. Shizuka was really a good teacher, and he helped Hachiman a lot in the original book, and also saved the relationship between Hachiman and Yukishita many times, and he is an indispensable character in "Spring Things".

However, the other teachers' classes Hachiman didn't take much into account, and after Shizu-sensei's class, Hachiman entered his own realm, commonly known as the "sage mode", and immediately fell asleep, and the teacher didn't care.

Because Zongwu High School is a grade-based school, as long as you pass the exam, there will be no teacher to trouble you. (Except, of course, Ms. Jing)

At this time, someone must have asked: Why is Hachiman so sleepy? Didn't sleep last night?

Nonsense, of course, you know, in order to find a shop that suits Chinatsu last night, Hachiman visited all the maid cafes around Chiba, including investigating the store's clothing, business hours, customer reviews, service attitude, etc.

As a result, Hachiman toured until one o'clock in the morning before going to bed. , That's why Hachiman was so sleepy in the morning, it wasn't Mr. Jing's class, and he fell asleep.

But the hard work paid off, and Hachiman finally found a good shop, but that shop was a bit far from Chiba, so Hachiman asked Chinatsu to meet at the station this morning.

――I'm the Lovely Dividing Line〜

"Jingle bell~" As an unusually rapid bell rang, Hachiman slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Hachiman immediately realized that school was over, so he picked up his school bag with not many things, walked out of the classroom, and walked towards the ministry department.

Hachiman, who had already left, didn't realize that there was another classmate in the classroom who was also lying on the table.

After a while, the classmate slowly opened his eyes, looked at the empty classroom, and said to himself:

"Already gone? Then I'll go too. With that, he left the classroom.

After walking for a short time, Hachiman arrived at the door of the department, knocked on the door, said "I'm in", and opened the door and walked in.

At a glance, Hachiman couldn't help but be stunned for a while, the two beautiful girls looked at the books in their hands with a quiet face under the illumination of the setting sun, like two princesses walking out of the picture scroll, elegant and noble, long black hair and smart short red hair complemented each other, constantly impacting Hachiman's heart.

However, after all, he is also a person who has lived for decades, and after staying for a while, his eyes returned to clarity, and he asked calmly:

"Chixia, why are you here?"

Hearing Hachiman's question, Chixia closed the book and said in a tangled voice:

"Yes~, yes~, it's Yukino......"

"I called him over because I found a few people who were willing to be friends with her," Yukishita interrupted.

After listening to the words under the snow, Chinatsu quietly glanced at Hachiman, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that he was not angry that I had accepted his help and the help I had received under the snow.

"Oh, who are you looking for?" Hachiman asked curiously.

"It's okay to tell you, it's someone from our school's camera department, I heard a few days ago that their department is short of people, so I recommended Qianxia to them, and agreed to meet in the department this afternoon." Said proudly under the snow.

"Oh, is this a breakthrough? Not a bad idea," Hachiman praised.

"Of course, do you think I'm like you useless man!"

"But don't be too happy, the outcome is uncertain, you know, friendship bound by interests is not too good."

"Who said that it is bound by interests, I just help Chixia find some people with common hobbies, only in this way can I have a chance to chat, overcome my shy personality, and then make friends" Yukishita said stubbornly.

After saying that, under the snow, he turned his head and said to Chinatsu:

"Remember what I said to you, when you see someone, say hello first, leave a good impression on others, and after joining the club, you should often talk to them about the topic of photography to deepen your relationship."

Hearing what to do under the snow, Hachiman didn't have anything to say, so he silently pulled the chair on the other side of the table and made it.

Gradually, all that remained of the ministry was the sound of books turning.

After a while, Hachiman finally couldn't help but say:

"What time did you agree, why haven't you arrived yet?"

After looking at the clock on the wall for a while, Xue Xia subconsciously frowned, thinking:

"It's supposed to have arrived, why haven't you come yet?"