On the campus of Qingteng Private High School, on Monday, during the lunch break, in front of a Japanese-style sliding door on the far left on the third floor of the club building.

Fujiwara Suke, a freshman in a black school uniform, lifted his right hand hanging in front of the white door, then glanced at the sign of "Literature Department" in the upper right corner of the door frame, and then glanced at the electronic watch on his left wrist, the time on it was accurately displayed at 12:51, and after hesitation, he still knocked on the white sliding door.

Fujiwara Suke,A high school student at the original Huaguo Middle School.,Now in Japan.,To be precise, he traveled from Huaguo three days ago to be reborn in this body.,And inherited all the memories of the original owner.。

"At 12:51 p.m. on Monday, there was a knock on the door of the club room of the Faculty of Letters."

It was a prompt from the system that suddenly appeared in front of him during class in the morning, and he didn't know what the system's purpose was for doing this, but he still came with the idea that "there is no harm in trying".

"Tower, tower, tower."

As he tapped, there was a thick sound from the sliding door.

However, after a few moments, no one inside responded, and instead there was a commotion, followed by a sound like the clashing of wooden panels of furniture.

"Sounds like a commotion of fighting."

Listening to the sound coming from inside the house, Sato Suke muttered to himself with some suspicion, and at the same time took a step closer to the sliding door, wanting to hear more clearly.

But as he got closer, he found that the sliding door was unlocked, and the commotion in the house continued.

It can't be a fight, the action is so intense, it wouldn't be good if you get hurt!

Thinking about it, Fujiwara Suke simply reached out and slammed the sliding door open to the left.

Pulling open the door, a dark aura came towards Fujiwarasuke's shop.

In the middle of the small room was a small rectangular table, and the light outside the room could reach a little more than the edge of the square table, and some white papers were scattered on the table, and something was densely written on the paper exposed to the light on the edge of the table.

There are several black figures sitting around the table, the main color of black is the school uniform of this Ivy League private high school, in the shadow of their upper body, the eyes on their cheeks that can't be seen clearly are focusing on Fujiwara Suke at the door at this time, the atmosphere is a little tense, so nervous that Fujiwara Suke thought that he was disturbing the scene of the underworld club meeting.

"There wasn't a fight."

Fujiwarasuke, who was watched by everyone, pretended to be calm and spoke, he didn't want to be misunderstood by these people who looked fierce.

"Is there anything wrong with you, classmate?"

At the innermost edge of the small square table, a deep gaze lit up.

Fujiwara Suke gathered his gaze to look, only to find that it was the outline of a quiet boy with eyes, and the reflection just now was caused by the reflection of the light outside the door from the gold-rimmed glasses on his eye sockets.

Fujiwara is not a timid or half-person, since they are all here, and the system does not prompt the task to be completed, it is obvious that he needs to join the Faculty of Letters, so he can only continue with his head.

"I'm a freshman, I'm Fujiwara Suke, a first-year Class C, and the school requires freshmen to join clubs, so."

Fujiwara took a step forward and stepped into the room.

"If you want to join the Literature Club, do you have anything you can get your hands on?"

Under the deep eyes of the deepest gold wire border, a calm male voice sounded again.

"When I was in middle school, I published an article in the campus literary club magazine, which was about the scenery of the campus, but they were all young and naïve, and I still ..... when I think about it."

After listening to the man's words, Fujiwara Suke thought that this was an assessment of him, so he began to introduce his past literary background in detail.

But just as Fujiwara was introduced, a tall man at the outermost side of the table stood up, revealing his massive body as high as the door frame, and then walked straight behind him.

The man's body was a little too big to look like a high school student, so when the man moved, Fujiwara's eyes followed the man closely, until the man entered and walked past him, reaching behind him beyond his sight.

"Smack!"

Behind Fujiwarasuke, the sliding door was slammed shut, and the indoor light dimmed again, and Fujiwarasuke's heart seemed to have been hit hard.

Oh no! Is this a reward for my presumptuous interruption?

Although the self-introduction was still in progress, Fujiwarasuke's mind was completely out of it, and his eyes were vigilantly looking at the members of the literature department around the table in front of him, for fear that they would burst out and hurt people, and for the burly man who was standing behind him and showing a domineering aura, he wished that there would be an extra pair of eyes behind him now, although it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"Fujiwara Suke!"

"Yes!"

When Fujiwara was nervous and thinking, he subconsciously opened his mouth to respond when his name was suddenly called.

"Have you ever been in a relationship with a girl in your previous life?"

Changing his original calmness, the tone of the eyed man became extremely serious, and at the same time, as he spoke, Fujiwara Suke could keenly perceive that even the eyes of the other people sitting around the square table hidden in the dark changed instantly, as if the inquisitor was staring at the criminal who committed the crime.

"Huh?! Why did the seniors ask this question? ”

Fujiwara, who was nervous and confused, responded hesitantly.

"Yes or no!?"

The boy's voice became a little hurried, and the question seemed to turn into an interrogation.

"Nope!"

After realizing the change in attitude of the gold-rimmed glasses, Fujiwara Suke replied decisively.

"Have you ever kissed any girls?"

"Nope!"

"Have you ever held hands with a girl?"

"Nope!"

"Good, you're qualified!"

Qualified? Qualify for what? Is this the kind of question that is the assessment of the Faculty of Letters? About whether you've been in a relationship?

Fujiwarasuke, who was a little confused about the current situation, had countless question marks rising in his heart.

"I am the current deputy minister of the Faculty of Letters, Nakamura Castle in Class B of the second year, welcome to join me!"

The calm voice sounded again, and between the words, the curtain at the back of the activity room of the literary club had been "brushed" open, and the warm sunlight shone again in this room, transparent and golden.

The sudden light was a little harsh, but not so hard that it was impossible to see, and Fujiwara only squinted slightly to get used to it.

After a few moments, his gaze became clear, his eyes still in the direction of the conversation.

In Fujiwarasuke's field of vision, under the gold-rimmed wisdom glasses in the innermost part, there was indeed an elegant figure, and at this time, like the other members of the department, he stood up from around the square table, stood directly opposite the square table, and smiled at Fujiwarasuke, like a kind teacher with skin and age as immature as a teenager.

Compared to the big man who appeared first, the image of Nakamura Castle made him feel more intimate, and he suddenly felt that this was what a member of the Literature Department should look like.

"Yes, Vice Minister Nakamura, and everyone, please give me a lot of advice in the future!"

This is considered to be recognized as a member of the Literature Department, Fujiwara Suke smiled and bowed to the members in front of him.

"Hmm."

Nakamura nodded at him, and the other members of the department beside him also smiled gently.

"Shin Tanaka!"

Nakamura pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his sockets and calmly called out a person's name.

As Nakamura shouted, behind one of the members to his left, a short and fat boy with a smile on his face stepped out.

The short and fat boy was blocked by the members on the same side just now, revealing only a corner of the black clothes, if it weren't for Nakamura's introduction, Fujiwara Suke would really be difficult to find out about his existence.

"This is Nobu Tanaka, who is in the same class as you, and this mission will be carried out by you together!"

Nakamura Castle stepped out of the innermost position and walked to Tanaka's side, then raised his hand and patted his thick shoulder, a look of encouragement on his face.

"You can ask him for the details of the mission."

As if remembering something, Nakamura Castle looked at Fujiwara and added.

"Yes!"

As a newcomer to the company, Fujiwara replied with the momentum of "guarantee to complete the task", and then looked at Nakata Shin, whose round and red face was showing him a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Although it's only been three days since school started, Fujiwara Suke still has a little impression of this short and fat Tanaka classmate, only knowing that he sits in the rightmost corner of the classroom closest to the back door of the classroom, and always lies on the table during class and looks at a book with a cover that exposes anime girls, but never looks at the blackboard, and when he gets out of class, he always likes to lower his head and glance at the girl who enters and exits from the back door behind him with a pair of eyes that are a little lustful.

To be honest, Fujiwara didn't have a very good impression of him.

Why would such a person choose to join the Faculty of Letters, and, during the conversation just now, Fujiwara Suke inadvertently looked at a piece of paper on the square table that was diagonally facing him, and although the handwriting on it was sloppy, he still recognized some words, which were about "legs" and "breasts" or something.

I always feel that this literature department is not very simple!