Tsukasa Aoki flipped through the questionnaire in his office, and soon, the questionnaire of Miao's class in Fujiwara appeared in his eyes.

He took the stack of questionnaires in his hand, and scanned the corner brush with one hand a few times, and found a piece of scratch paper sandwiched inside. Tsukasa Aoki looked at it, and it was really full of all kinds of fleshy sentences, which was simply shocking! No wonder this kid didn't sign the manuscript and wrote it, he was so scared that he had to steal it back. If this thing is seen by people, not to mention Fujiwara Miao, even Aoki Tsukasa is estimated to take a week or two off to adjust his mood.

It's full of things like 'you're the wind, I'm sand,' 'You're a swan, I'm a toad,' 'You're salted fish, I'm braised pork,' and so on. Tsukasa Aoki only glanced at it, and felt goosebumps all over his body.

Tsukasa Aoki sighed, stuffed the manuscript paper into his pocket, and straightened the table, trying to restore the manuscript paper to its original state.

However, just as Aoki Tsukasa stacked the last stack of questionnaires and placed them on the top sheet, the familiar name caught Aoki's attention.

"Senpai's questionnaire? Didn't she take leave and didn't come...... Did a friend help write it? Aoki glanced at it curiously, and by the time he realized that it didn't seem appropriate for him to peek at this thing, he had already seen it.

Sorry, sorry! Tsukasa Aoki was a little apologetic in his heart. But...... Is Senpai in a similar situation to herself? Why is it only written about the father's situation and leaving the mother's place vacant? Did her mother have an accident too?

Tsukasa Aoki couldn't help but glance at it again. However, just as he glanced at it again and saw nothing, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Si Jun?" Teruhashi Xinmei's sudden voice made Aokiji's whole body stiff and stunned in place.

Aoki Tsukasa hurriedly turned around and pretended to be casual: "Huh? Why did Xinmei-chan come? ”

Seeing Aoki's cold sweat gradually falling, Teruhashi Xinmei looked at him with some suspicion. Squinting without a trace, Teruhashi Xinmei smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'll hand in the questionnaire." ”

Just now, Fujiwara Miao and the others outside were also divided, and Si Jun was also a little flustered, what was this hiding? In Teruhashi's squinted eyes, the sharp light flashed away.

Aoki Tsukasa touched his head and laughed awkwardly: "That's good, I'm here...... I was going to find the teacher for something, but he just wasn't there. I'll come back at another time, so that's it, I'll go out first! ”

"Oh, good." Karumi Teruhashi nodded, and watched Tsukasa Aoki walk quickly past her and walk out the door.

Teruhashi Kokomi took two steps forward, carefully placed the questionnaire in her arms on the table, and put Tsukasa Aoki's questionnaire at the bottom. The strange male classmate just now peeked at Aokiji's questionnaire made Teruhashi more thoughtful.

However, before Si Jun opened the door just now, he didn't know what to look at here, right?

Teruhashi Kokomi looked at the desktop carefully, and after a while, she locked on a questionnaire with the name of Poison Island Tsuneko written on it.

Don't...... It can't be?!

Zhaoqiao Xinmei's face turned much whiter, and she stumbled two steps a little weakly, but she found that she seemed to have kicked something. Looking down, a crumpled piece of scratch paper appeared at his feet.

She remembered very well that when she entered the house, the floor was clean and there was nothing.

Could it be that Si Jun dropped it?

Teruhashi reached out and picked it up, unfolded it to take a look, and the contents made her eyes widen suddenly.

"How could it be, how could it be .......like this" Teruhashi Xinmei seemed to have seen some monster, her eyes took a step back in fear, and the manuscript paper in her hand fell to the ground weakly, with a dull expression.

Is this what Si Jun wrote?

How can the words be written so ugly, and they are written so much, so tirelessly. And who is he writing this for? Teruhashi Kokomi thought of the name of Tsuneko Poison Island, and her face turned even whiter.

"That ......" Tsukasa Aoki pushed open the office door and saw the scratch paper slowly sliding from Kokomi Teruhashi's hand. Hurriedly turned into two steps and stepped forward to pick it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and raised his eyebrows against Qiao Xinmei with a strange expression: "This is not mine, don't get me wrong." ”

Xinmei's classmates must have been thundered by these words, right? Thinking that Teruhashi Komi also saw this greasy sentence about the death, and thinking about Fujiwara Miao's desperate expression, Aoki Tsukasa felt a little like laughing.

Teruhashi Xinmei saw that although Aoki Tsukasa said that this thing was not his own, his expression was a little unable to hide his smile, and his heart suddenly felt cold. She asked in a somewhat low tone, "So, then whose is this?" ”

Do you want to sell Miao Fujiwara directly? Aoki thought about it and felt that he still had to be a little righteous, so he smiled and said, "I can't say this, but this is indeed a friend of mine." ”

"Oh......" Teruhashi Xinmei nodded stunned, and walked out of the door mechanically.

It's over, it's over! Something is wrong! In Zhaoqiao Xinmei's heart, the alarm bell rang overwhelmingly: This is a big crisis!

What to do! The heart is beautiful, cheer up, the heart is beautiful! You're going to be the most perfect girl among the seven billion people on earth! You're going to be the girl that thousands of girls dream of! Don't give up! Cheer up!

Teruhashi Xinmei shouted frantically in her heart, but her expression was never happy, she maintained a stunned appearance, and followed behind Aoki Tsukasa with her eyes distracted.

Tsukasa Aoki walked out the door, glanced angrily at Miao Fujiwara, who was smiling and waiting for him at the door, patted him on the head, and pointed to his pocket. Fujiwara Miao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully: "Let's go, boss, I'm here for today's coffee!" ”

"Don't forget the two of us!" Maeda Tora and Matsusaka Daitake laughed and put their arms around his neck.

In this way, Aoki Tsukasa and his party walked downstairs with a relaxed expression - except for Teruhashi Komi.

And just as the group walked down, a figure crept into the office of the director of discipline.

This is the same Harita Kawamoto who failed to see the questionnaire just now. As soon as I went upstairs just now, I handed over the questionnaire to Harita Kawamoto who was beautiful in the bridge, and secretly hid in the distance for a long time. It wasn't until I saw Tsukasa Aoki walk away that I dared to walk into the office.

"Where, where, where!" Haruta Kawamoto flipped through the questionnaire on the table quickly, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

Got it!

Haruta Kawamoto's eyes widened with excitement, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the questionnaire, and sent it to Kazushi Kaneda.

"Whew, I'm finally done." Harita Kawamoto was truly relieved at this time and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

However, before he could put the questionnaire back in its place.

"Smack."

The door of the office was pushed open, and a sturdy middle-aged man looked at Harita Kawamoto with a panicked expression on his face in shock, and scolded angrily, "What class are you a student in?" What were you looking for? ”

Haruta Kawamoto was a little flustered, and the sweat on her forehead flowed exaggeratedly.

Finished!

Harita Kawamoto felt that his eyes were black, and he wailed in his heart: After this time, even if he is killed, he will definitely not be mixed with Kaneda Kazushi!

Even if you follow Aoki Tsukasa to shave baldness, it's much better than living so miserably!

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PS: The author looked at you expressionlessly and stretched out his hand: "I, the author, give the ticket." ”

"Don't give it?" The author's brow gradually furrowed.

"Poof." The author's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground, his expression was still cold: "My feet are slipping, I, the author, give a ticket." ”