"Keigo, you are the king." Jingyang dropped a sentence and got into the car prepared by Kato's butler and went to Diguang.

Keigo watched his sister walk away, Wang, ahhmm, of course it's Uncle Ben.

"Let's go, too."

"Yes, young master."

"Miss, it's here." The driver opened the door for Jingyang.

Jingyang looked at the stunned students around him and walked into the school gate.

"It's the eldest lady of the Kibe family, right?" The dean looked at Jingyang, who was sitting in front of him.

"Yes." Jingyang slumped his face and replied.

"You're in the first class, and this is your class guide." The dean pointed to a man with a kind smile, "Shimizu-kun, take trace-san and Akaji-kun to the class." ”

Hearing what the teaching director said, Jingyang found out that there was a red-haired and red-eyed boy next to Qing Shui, Akaji Seijuro?

"Alright, please come with me." Shimizu took Seishiro Akaji and Keiyo to the group, "Trace-san and Akaji-kun can find a place to sit down." ”

"Yes." The two replied, and Keiju chose a window position, and Seijuro Akaji sat behind Keiyo.

"Okay, let's introduce ourselves first, and then choose the class committee."

Jibu Jingyang watched the students in the classroom go up and down one by one, and immediately it was his turn, and Jibu Jingyang walked to the podium and said coldly: "Jibu Jingyang." ”

Jingyang looked at the people below with different expressions, cut, and extremely boring.

Keiyo stepped down from the podium and sat down in his seat, followed by Seishiro Akaji.

"Seijuro Akaji, please advise."

With that, he walked back to his seat.

"Okay," Qing Shui cleared his throat after introducing himself to the freshmen in his class, "then, Seijuro Akaji is the squad leader, and Keiyo Keibe is the deputy squad leader......"

After Qing Shui determined the class committee, "Okay, first organize people in the squad leader and deputy squad leader, and stand in line to go to the auditorium to attend the opening ceremony." ”

"Yes." Akaji replied and began to organize the personnel.

"By the way, Akaji-kun, as the first place in the age, was elected as the freshman representative, you go over first, and leave it to Jibe-san here." Shimizu said to Seijuro Akaji.

"Yes." Seijuro Akaji replied, "Then, I'll go first." ”

"Hmm." Jibu Sang replied, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

After all the members of the class were seated, the members of the student council took the opportunity to speak a bunch of useless words as the host, and then asked the freshman representatives to speak according to the example of previous years.

Jibu Jingyang stared at Seijuro Akaji, obviously he is a freshman in the country, and he is not timid in the face of so many people, should he be said to be the heir of the Akaji family.

After the freshman representative finished speaking, the student president gave a speech, and then the president.

There is no stand in Jingyang, Diguang is managed by students, and the student union is the department with the most power, so she can only join the student union.

"Roar, let's go." Shimizu clapped his hands, and the traces of Jingyang organized the personnel to leave, and after a while, all except for Akaji Seijuro, all returned to the classroom, and then Akaji Seijuro also returned.

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"Awakening" by Feng Ming Fungus

The moment the first bell rang at twelve o'clock

Unintentionally witnessed a flower falling

Fall on an unknown colored painting

Go to set off the moving grandeur

Indulge in every second of sweet words

But it seems to be lost in the noise in his ears

The scenery is beautifully portrayed

But it is always flawless

The weaving of dreams is too luxurious

Wait for the obsession to sketch them one by one

The presentation is less complicated

It is also true and false, and what is the deviation

Chips piled up in the waking room

All abandoned beneath the abyss

If the dream collapses in the next moment

It's better to fall and drown together

Indulge in the moment when the twelfth bell rings

Appreciate the withering and blooming exposing each other

It's like a drama in a script

The article is full of clutter and exaggeration

Sweet words are exclusive to gentle killing

But he struggled with no ideas

Cut off all the excess noise

Accompanied by real exile melting

The weaving of dreams is too luxurious

Wait for the obsession to sketch them one by one

The presentation is less complicated

It is also true and false, and what is the deviation

Chips piled up in the waking room

All abandoned beneath the abyss

If the dream collapses in the next moment

It's better to fall and drown together

The weaving of dreams is too luxurious

Wait for the obsession to sketch them one by one

The presentation is less complicated

It is also true and false, and what is the deviation

Chips piled up in the waking room

All abandoned beneath the abyss

If the dream collapses in the next moment

It's better to fall and drown together