After exiting the activity room of the members of the Literature Department and closing the sliding door again, Tanaka Shin and Fujiwara walked one after the other on the empty hanging corridor.

The lunch break time of Qingteng Private High School is the same as that of public high schools, generally from half past eleven in the morning to half past one in the afternoon, everyone who has a morning class is taking advantage of this time to eat and rest, and generally no one will carry out club activities during this time period, so there is no shadow of anyone activity on the suspended corridor on the third floor of the club except for the two of them.

The two walked one after the other.

When you walk to a slightly wider staircase in the center of the building.

Tanaka Shin, who was walking ahead, looked back at Fujiwarasuke, who was about two people's distance from him.

"Fujiwara-kun, you don't know the content of the mission yet, do you?"

The corners of his mouth at this time still have that fleshy and unsmiling look, and the question is obviously very normal, but it has a slightly obscene temperament.

"Uh, yes!"

Fujiwara looked at Tanaka Shin, who was half a head shorter than him, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"There's really no way, I'm a senior who joined the club first, so let's talk to you about it."

Tanaka's face once again showed that smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

It's just a few days since he joined the company, and this fat man is a little too proud.

Although he was not happy, he was assigned to a group, and such contact was still indispensable, and Fujiwara had to get used to it quickly.

"Yes, please ask Tanaka-san for advice."

Fujiwara said with a smile.

And looking at Fujiwara's performance, Tanaka Shin's face showed a touch of pride that was easily detectable.

"Our mission this time is to promote our Literature Department in front of the stairwell on the first floor of the Teaching Department Building, which has the largest number of people, after class in the afternoon!"

"But this is only a superficial mission, in fact, there are hidden missions!"

When he said this, Tanaka Shin lowered his voice a little mysteriously, the corners of his mouth rose again, and his expression became more obscene.

"Hidden mission!?"

"That's right! This task can only be carried out in the afternoon after class during the department activities, so I'll talk to you when the time comes! ”

"Hmm."

After the task was delivered, the two went down the stairs, walked out of the club building, and returned to the classroom of Class C on the first floor of the teaching building not far from them.

As soon as he entered the back door of the class, Tanaka sat down in his seat next to the back door of the classroom, and then took out the drawer and looked at the book with a girl's cover with very little fabric.

This time, Fujiwara suke entered through the back door with him, and he also looked at it curiously, looking at the revealing clothes inside, and guessing what kind of manga it should be.

Although it is a back door, due to the lack of seats, the part left for the back of the classroom is open, and the back door is closer to the toilet located at the back of the classroom, or due to the peculiarities of the girls' body structure, the back door has become a common passage for girls.

As soon as the two of them came in through the back door, a girl who came back passed by them, so Nakata Shin's behavior can be called a bold act of no one else.

After admiring Nakata-kun's rare courage in his heart, Fujiwara returned to his seat at the back left of the classroom.

His grades are not bad, and he is still excellent, this seat is not passive, but he wants more space and actively asks to be transferred here.

This seat is close to the large window behind the classroom, and you only need to sit up straight on the seat to see the gray playground adjacent to the teaching building outside the window.

Pull out the wooden seat with a backrest from the bottom of the table, sit on it, then pull out a copy of the application for joining the group from the club publicity at the beginning of the school three days ago from the pile of books on the right side of the neatly arranged drawer, spread it on the clean and tidy table, and then open the gray pencil case on the left side of the drawer, and take out a black gel pen from it.

"Fujiwara Suke, Faculty of Letters."

Fujiwara wrote his name and the club he wanted to join on the application for membership.

After completing this, the red system text appeared in front of his eyes again.

"Successfully joined the Department of Literature, and the love strategy game was officially launched."

A love strategy game?

What is the relationship between joining the Faculty of Literature and Romance Strategy?

Just reading the first sentence of the text of the red system, Fujiwara Suke's head rose with a big question, not about why there was a love strategy game that was so different from the bloody battle, but because of the connection between the literature department and love.

"Whew."

Fujiwara, who felt a little speechless, leaned on the table in front of him, feeling the discomfort of the cold table top and his cheeks in contact with the sliding paper, and the lines of red system font in front of the seat remained unmoved.

But after only a moment, without thinking of any explanation, he lifted up and looked at the next few lines of red text in front of him.

"Experience the joy of falling in love with a girl in high school!"

"Grow in skills and body in love, and experience love and happiness with more girls!"

"Please learn more about the details in the actual operation."

It wasn't until his gaze swept all the words that the red system words slowly disappeared.

This system is still a bit scum!

This is Fujiwarasuke's first feeling after reading all the text.

"Forget it! It's better to have a system than not, let's take one step at a time! ”

In the afternoon, there was a class of Japanese language and a class of mathematics, and half an hour before the end of the last mathematics class, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Fujiwara suke squatted with him at the signal of Tanaka Shin, who was located at the back door of the classroom.

Tanaka then went to a vacant classroom on the first floor and took out two desks and stools from it, and placed them in front of the staircase passage on one side of the building, facing the stairs, and then placed on the table 100 colorful leaflets of the Faculty of Letters, which had been prepared long ago.

"Well, Nakata-kun, isn't it good for us to do this?"

Although the passage outside the staircase is very spacious, and the presence of the two of them plus tables and chairs will not be crowded at all, but this is indeed facing the staircase, thinking that he will face all kinds of unfamiliar eyes after class, and he is condescending, Fujiwara Suke still feels a little embarrassed.

"Why don't we move the table a little to the right so they can see it as soon as they get out of the stairs?"

Fujiwarasuke, who felt uncomfortable, kept looking at the left wrist on the pip watch that was about to be infinitely close to half past three to get out of class, and then fiddled with his fingers helplessly, trying to relieve the tension in his heart, but obviously it didn't have much effect, and before Nakata Shin, who was sitting on the left, answered, he spoke again.

"Fujiwara-kun, it's okay, just get used to it."

Tanaka Shin looked calm and spoke lightly, his heart had been trained in countless social deaths in the past.

Now he is as stable as Mount Tai!

"Ringing ringing!"

The bell rang soon for the end of class, and there was an immediate commotion in the teaching building.

Soon, a boy in a black uniform appeared at the corner of the stairs in front of the two, followed by a girl in JK.

I saw Tanaka's eyes widen, and he quickly glanced at the girl who appeared at the staircase from top to bottom, and then quickly wrote down three vertically arranged numbers on the A4-sized notebook in front of him: 84, 61, and 86

When he was done, he quickly put his fat mouth into the left ear of the dazed Fujiwara Suke, and whispered:

"Hidden Mission: Record all the body information of all the girls observed."