Sumire Kiriyama raised her face quietly, her long black hair tinged a pale brown in the sunlight, and her raised eyes reflected Hashima's cheeks.

"What did you do to Toko Kiriyama?"

Hashima found a pole chair and sat down, and said as if she couldn't figure out what she was thinking, "Why did you suddenly say this?" ”

Sumire Kiriyama hugged her chest with her left hand and pressed her right hand against her chin and said, "My understanding of you is only from the Internet and the words of some classmates, and there are negative comments about human fetishes, all in all, I don't feel at ease with you." ”

At Kirikawa High School, Hashima String is famous.

Because of his handsome appearance, gentle personality, he does not refuse girls to come, although he rarely takes the initiative, but it seems that as long as it is a woman, he can hold hands with him and date, and the friendship of other schools, as long as someone invites, it is even more unstoppable.

"There is no need to pay attention to the comments on the Tongchuan forum." Hashima just shook his hand.

Sumire Kiriyama nodded in agreement, then raised the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Indeed, every time I go to see the Kirikawa Forum, I feel that my brain is being trampled by a hundred wild boars. ”

"Can we get down to business, then?" Hashima asked.

Sumire Kiriyama glanced at him, clasped his arms in his hands, obviously in a sitting posture, but seemed to be looking down at him: "Before that, I need to ask you a question. ”

"What?"

She turned her back to the sunlight outside the window and looked at him motionlessly: "What did you have in mind when you joined?" ”

"Huh?" Hashima was stunned.

Should I tell you the truth, is it because of the salary given by Miss Kiriyama? But doesn't this seem too snobbish in front of her? Will it let his character be further lowered in the eyes of the other party?

But if it's not for money, doesn't it mean that your purpose is somewhere else?

"Answer my question." Sumire Kiriyama strengthened her tone.

"That...... I just dug to work part-time, and said I'd give me 1,500 yen an hour. ”

Isn't that right?

"Part-time job? Is it? Strange, wouldn't it be better and more attentive to find a woman in this case? Sumire Kiriyama clasped her arms with one hand and pressed the other to her chin and whispered, "Isn't it a cultivation student?" ”

It's a shame that she can still say this sentence so casually.

"Kiriyama-san, in today's society, men and women are equal, I often wash my family's clothes, and I have a strong hygiene habit, and I am a staunch laundry detergent sect."

What a woman can do, he can do it Hashima string too! Except for the physiological aspect! Maybe those housekeeping nannies can't do as much as him!

Sumire Kiriyama crouched down and pushed the box full of white paper under the table, ignoring him, as if she was going to finish the work first.

"Are you the only one to clean up?" Hashima asked.

There are not many people in the broadcasting department, and the members of the department who come to broadcast every day are divided into shifts, at least two people.

"Hmm." She spoke flatly, and there was no discontent in her tone.

"Kiriyama-san, it seems that popularity and attractiveness are sometimes really not proportional."

"Please don't blame me for the reason why no one came, a big reason is that they think they are elders, so they think that these things should be done by me, who are juniors."

Sumire Kiriyama glanced at him lightly, and her cherry lips opened slightly: "Do you have any plans to join the broadcasting department?" ”

Hashima Xian's expression was a little puzzled, but a smile appeared on his face: "Didn't you say that you don't feel at ease with me?" ”

"But I don't hate you, it doesn't conflict with my anxiety about you, and your affection is also your business." Sumire Kiriyama stroked her long hair, "As long as you don't have obscene thoughts about me, just listen to my command." ”

Hashima Xian's face was full of displeasure, and he crossed his waist and said, "What kind of condescending tone are you. ”

"What? Do you have any grievances? You can say it. ”

As Fukui's pride, he didn't want to show a gesture of compromise at this time.

"I'm the first in the mock exam, and the principal and teachers have very high expectations for me, are you too confident?"

Sumire Kiriyama said calmly, "It's just that I didn't come because of the mock exam, besides, what are the extremely high expectations?" Surviving in Tokyo? Or is it to abide by the Constitution? ”

Hashima raised his hand to brush his bangs, and a confident smile appeared on his face: "It's a national exam, and I'm in the top three in the country." ”

Sumire Kiriyama asked in a teasing tone, "In other words, is this what others have given you?" ”

"It may sound arrogant, but that's exactly what it is." Hashima suddenly remembered something, looked at the girl in front of him curiously and asked, "By the way, Kiriyama-san, do you have any expectations for me?" ”

Sumire Kiriyama smiled lovingly as if she were visiting a mentally ill person, and said, "Even if I am a genius girl, it is impossible to know so much. ”

“......”

Hashima pretended not to hear it, crouched down and came to her to help put the manuscript into the box and organize it.

Sumire Kiriyama suddenly took two steps to the side, her long eyelashes jumped, and although she didn't say a word, it made Hashima String, who helped with the tidying up, very sad.

"What's the deal with moving away suddenly? Didn't you say you didn't care at all? ”

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect me to have a physical resistance to you, it's me who is wrong?"

"Let you be serious here, am I the one who is wrong?"

At this time, on the second floor of the club building, the voice of the clarinet was heard, and it was Bach's sacred and solemn "Lord, the Joy of Expectation."

The sunlight leaking in through the window reflected the silhouette of Sumire Kiriyama's figure, and the regretful side face was like an angel of mercy.

The complex and chaotic emotions in Hashima's heart surfaced in vain, and he had such indescribable emotions more than once.

Emotions are always generated by some people or things, and once such emotions are generated, it is difficult for them to be contained.

Hashima feels that this has something to do with his beliefs, values, and rules, that is-

"In this life, we are all in pursuit of beautiful things."

This is also the reason why Hashima String's reputation at Kirikawa High School is polarized.

Hashima stood up, with a smile on his face that fascinated the girl, his fingers gently rubbed the manuscript paper, and even this casual gesture couldn't help but exude the aura of a charming and now full of youth.

He looked directly into Sumire's eyes and said softly, "I want to be friends with you, okay?" Kiriyama-san. ”

However, what responded to Hashima was a pair of cold eyes, and the cold appearance had nothing to do with the word cute.

"There's a camera here." Sumire's eyes are like the sparkling surface of the lake reflected in the morning glow.

Hashima was not interested, and sighed heavily: "You are so boring. ”

"It's good to write stupidity on your face, you don't have to say it." Sumire Kiriyama stroked her long hair, "Okay, it's time to go." ”

The familiar brown skirt danced in the air, and the wind blowing out the window fluttered her long black hair.