"Good! Now that everyone is here, I'll start today's morning meeting early. ”

In the innermost opening near the window, Nakamura Castle has a white whiteboard of the project next to him, on which are various colored stickers, photos, and text.

After putting the black commentary stick on the board, he suddenly moved his gaze to Fujiwara Suke as if he had thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, maybe the new Fujiwara-san doesn't know the purpose and purpose of our Li-Literature Club yet."

"I already know, Minister Nakamura, Tanaka-kun told me the day before yesterday."

As he spoke, Fujiwara suke also stood next to Tanaka Shin on the left side, who gave him a "You're finally here" look.

"Good!"

Nakamura pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his sockets, turned back again, and pointed to the top of the project whiteboard.

"The meeting is divided into three contents, which are the personnel screening and special personnel list of data summary, and the next action deployment."

"Regarding the summary of the data, everyone these days...."

In the next thirty minutes, Nakamura said a lot of information about the twelve "Chosen Girls", and in terms of data, it is not good to be too thin, and those who are too fat do not match, so the collected measurements can exclude some numbers, and the rest of the list is excluded by factors such as appearance.

There is also a collection of freshmen who became famous as early as junior high school, such as the eldest lady of the consortium, the daughter of a politician, and a beautiful girl who was born beautiful.

One is to exclude, the other is to accumulate, the two sides are carried out at the same time, and finally compare the number of people with the list, so that there will be no missing personnel.

The final operational deployment was also based on these shortlisted lists.

Fujiwara Suke had paid attention to whether there was a girl in the "women's swimming club" or something, but Nakamura didn't mention it at all, because he didn't want to ask much about the shameful thing of "being a servant to a girl".

By the end of the meeting, it was already 7:47 a.m.

Nakamura Shinyuki called Fujiwara Suke.

"Minister Nakamura, is there anything else?"

After the rest of the team had left and the last person had closed the sliding door, Fujiwara asked.

"Even the newcomers to the Literature Club will ask them not to talk about saving the "Chosen Daughter" during their first meeting. ”

Nakamura said to him as he removed the small round magnet and picture paper that were glued to the whiteboard.

"You probably won't talk about it."

"Of course, please rest assured that the minister is absolutely reassuring."

"Is there anything else, if not?"

Fujiwara walked over to the sliding door and placed his hand on the sunken handle.

"Oh, and the student union asked us to submit a 'summary of freshmen's feelings about the campus' in the literature club, and your self-introduction when you applied for admission that day was similar to this, so I immediately thought of you."

Nobu Nakamura disassembled and folded the report board for the meeting, bent down and placed it in a cabinet on the side, and then turned his head to look at Fujiwara Suke in the direction of the door.

"You should be fine."

"Yes, no problem."

Fujiwara doesn't really like to write about these things, but if the club asks for it, it doesn't matter if it is written.

"Okay, it's Wednesday, leave it to me before Friday."

"Yes."

Fujiwara didn't say much, and two days were enough for him to write an article.

Pull open the door, close the door, go downstairs, and return to the classroom, just in time for the class instructor's small class meeting that starts at 8:10.

The small class meeting is the class teacher's summary of the content to be completed today, before the morning class once after the lunch break, he has been mine twice, but because the seat is in the last row, the impact is not big, so he was not called the office.

This is followed by the first lesson.

The first class was English which was supposed to be an elective course, but due to the peculiarities of private colleges, it was changed to a compulsory course.

The teacher in charge of the class is a middle-aged female foreign teacher with naturally curly hair like slight waves.

In the middle of the class, I didn't know how to make eye contact with Fujiwara Suke, who was sitting at the back left of the classroom, and then clicked him up to answer a question.

Not because he was writing the manuscript that the student council was asking for, of course, but because of the distraction caused by thinking about what to do with that strange woman at noon.

But Fujiwara Suke had already learned high school knowledge, and this bit of English was naturally not a problem for him, and he answered the questions raised by the female foreign teacher very quickly and standardly.

"Even buy Gad, you are really harmful, and you speak German name Liu Li in English."

The pompous female foreign teacher clasped her fingers together with her hands crossed, then pillowed her face on the back of her hand, blinking her big eyes and eyebrows, which are common to foreigners, and showing adoring eyes to Fujiwara Suke.

It's been many days since school started, and it's not the first time she's been so pompous, but in the past, she used to clench her hands into fists vertically or cheer on classic gymnastics, and it was the first time to flatter her eyes, so this time the classmates looked sideways at Fujiwara Suke.

"Thank you."

Fujiwara answered her in English under the gaze of almost a classmate.

It is rumored that this diplomatic husband is Japanese, and their daughter is a freshman who has been promoted to Qingteng Private High School this year, which has been in place for seventeen or eighteen years, but the Japanese is still so bad.

Fujiwara began to wonder what her mixed-race daughter would look like.

The second class is Chinese, the teacher is a bald old man, when he lectures, the textbook page on the table will always be blown and fluttering with the thin hair on the top of his head on the blackboard because of the wind blowing outside the window, and at this time, the class will always sound the sound of laughter.

Today's class is about a Japanese poem, and Fujiwara is not interested in it, but he still made a lot of notes near the notes, which is the secret of his ability to maintain excellent grades.

The third lesson is modern society, there is nothing to say.

The fourth class is physical education, before class, Fujiwarasuke, like other wild classmates by the window, jumped from the window next to the seat to the flower bed, then went to the playground, went to the locker room next to the playground to change into gymnastics uniforms, after class, first ran around the playground three laps as usual, and then under the guidance of the white whistle teacher Itan Cun under the guidance of a series of health actions.

Finally, when it came to the fateful lunch break, Fujiwara Suke deliberately ate a full meal before going, after all, it is good to exercise if you have energy.

After class at 12:35, I bought a pineapple bread with Tanaka at the supermarket and ate it was already 12:55, said goodbye to Tanaka, lied to him and said that he was going to the toilet, and then when he arrived at the roof, it was already one o'clock, and he had 35 minutes left to solve this "farce".

Pushing open the light green fire door, Fujiwara Suke swept his gaze towards this holy place of love protected by a high metal mesh, but he was not ambiguous, he was here to solve the matter.

The part of the roof facing the door was unobstructed, and Fujiwara soon saw the girl sitting on the steps under the metal mesh facing it.