At the end of the lunch break, Hashima once again became the object of discussion among the Kirikawa students.

Tomoki Murakami was drawing a JK girl sketch on his seat, and when he saw Hashima Sin walking into the classroom, he just gave him a thumbs up and didn't say a word.

Sato Hairen cast a yearning and admiring look at Hashima String, for these two people, it is not unusual for Hashima String to do such a thing.

If Hashima had confessed to his homeroom teacher, Mr. Hayana, the two of them would just gasp.

"Hashima, how did you develop this self-confidence?" Umito Sato asked.

Hashima sat down in his seat and took out the book for the next lesson: "I am convinced of 'I am strong'. ”

Tomoki Murakami turned his head and said, "This is not true self-confidence at all, is it?" In the case of sports, if you don't reach the level of the first in the country, you don't have confidence in your strength, and there is no practical basis for "I'm strong". ”

Umito Sato nodded in agreement: "It's true, but even if you win the regional qualifiers, you can get confidence, no matter where you are, as long as you can win from the competition, then you will have confidence, so Kurosawa-san, did you promise you?" ”

His words suddenly turned the head of the gun, and the eyes of the surrounding students instantly pierced, as if they were waiting for Umito Sato to talk about this topic.

"Hmm." Hashima said lightly.

"Wow! Really fake! ”

"I'll just say it! The success rate of radio confessions will be greatly improved! My words are put into practice! ”

"Oh no, isn't it looking at people? You can't go there, right? ”

"I'll try it next time!"

Immediately, there was a shout of students talking about it.

——Listening to the advice of ordinary students to confess is equivalent to a pet dog teaching you how to repair the WIFI at home.

Hashima doesn't want this atmosphere of "radio confession" to fill the entire Kirikawa High School, after all, he is also a member of the broadcasting department, and if someone goes to confess every day, the broadcast can be avoided.

When the time comes, the Discipline Commission will deal more with him as a source.

So, in the class, he said the six main points of the radio confession, and for a while, the whole class was in a state of silence.

Seeing the depressed expressions on the faces of these ordinary students, Hashima showed a very remarkable look of himself.

"Hashima, what do you think should be the length of the school skirt?" Tomoki Murakami, who was drawing a sketch of a girl, leaned over and asked.

Hashima looked at his expression, there was no slightest obscenity at all, it was purely for the sake of art.

"The skirt symbolizes fashion, as well as confidence in the figure, as for the length of the problem, it's just the girl's resistance to the school rules." Hashima replied seriously.

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?" Umito Sato asked.

The topic between boys is always very strange, one second they are talking about A, and the next second they can talk about B.

Tomoki Murakami said, "Speak human words. ”

"The length reflects the performance of the girl's personality, understand?" Hashima said.

Tomoki Murakami pondered: "What does this mean that the school deliberately uses a skirt that can change the length at will in order to be able to see the character of the girl?" ”

"Wow, what a conspiracy theory the school is." Sato Kaito opened his mouth wide, "What length skirt does Hashima like for girls?" ”

When asked by Sato Hairen, the girls in the class suddenly stopped talking subconsciously, and even some of the girls didn't move, but their eyes had already turned.

- Hey, hey, again? Is the ambush soldier who is looking for intelligence right next to me?

Tomoki Murakami smiled and said, "Hashima is so serious that you think it's weird and disgusting." ”

"Please, Sato asked! I think it's 10 centimeters above the knee, which is pretty good. Hashima asked, "Which skirt do you think is good for sketching a girl?" ”

Tomoki Murakami said, "Short skirts, but not too short, preferably to the extent that you can barely see your underwear when the wind is blowing." ”

The girls in the class cast cold and disgusted glances one by one.

"You're disgusting, too." Hashima and Sato said in unison.

Tomoki Murakami pursed his lips and turned around: "I'll continue to paint." ”

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At the end of the last class of the afternoon, it started to rain.

The drizzle continued, and because there was no mist, Hashima could even see the crow feathers that had been knocked down by the rain on the iron railings of the playground.

The damp air came in through the cracks, mixed with the smell of sand and tar, and he remembered that the wheat in his hometown was about to be harvested, and he had to go to sow summer corn immediately after the harvest.

I wanted to go to Hitomi Kurosawanomiya, but the students in Class C said that she wasn't there in the afternoon.

Hashima stood in the corridor of Class C, watching the rain outside, performing meaningless and time-wasting acts.

"You don't have an umbrella with you?"

With snow-like skin, a slender waist, light breasts, and straight and slender legs in over-the-knee socks, she exudes a sense of unreality.

Hashima turned sideways, held the bag in one hand and said with a smile: "I'm just thinking about when the rainy day, the girl's wet and skin-penetrating lucky paradise will become my romance." ”

Sumire Kiriyama smiled contemptuously: "It's worthy of you, you just had a girlfriend and dared to say such sexual harassment words in front of me." ”

"How do you know she promised me?"

"It's hard not to hear it, so you better care more about your own Garden of Eden, Hashima-san."

"Where is my Garden of Eden so easily destroyed?" Hashima added, "Could it be that you are jealous?" ”

"Why?"

"I'm strong."

Sumire Kiriyama put her hand to her chin and pondered for a moment, "I don't think I'm going to feel jealous about it. It's better to say that I don't feel that my emotions are different from what I used to be. ”

“...... Have you really thought about it seriously, I have a friendship with you shopping and cooking together, no, this sentence you think about seriously makes me even more uncomfortable! ”

Sumire Kiriyama couldn't help but laugh playfully and said, "Listening to what you said on the radio, Kurosawa-san, shouldn't it be your former woman?" ”

"Don't talk like you're my current woman!"

"Hashima-san, you're so rude, I thought you were already trying your best to pursue me, are you lustful and want me to take the initiative?"

'I don't think I said I wanted to pursue you, although I did, I did, I wanted you to enter my own Garden of Eden,' Hashima thought to himself.

But in fact, Tomoki Murakami and Umito Sato are also in their own Garden of Eden, so it can be seen that it is not necessarily a lover who enters the Garden of Eden.

Hashima came back to his senses and said with a smile: "After all, I have done so much for you, and a normal girl has long fallen in love with me, am I not worthy of your affection?" ”

"Okay, that's the end of the topic, my sister said that there is something that needs you to go back with me."

Sumire Kiriyama turned around and was about to leave, when he saw that Hashima didn't follow up when he was around the corner, he frowned and said,

"What are you doing? Didn't hear clearly? ”

Hashima took a short breath, raised his hand and made a photo gesture to Sumire Kiriyama: "The rainy season is raining, Sumire Kiriyama has a cold little face, and the bow on her chest is beautiful." ”

"What are you talking about?" Sumire Wushan helplessly held her forehead.

"I'm waiting for the rain to stop."

After Hashima finished speaking affectionately, Sumire Kiriyama sighed as if she couldn't help it: "You don't want to use the same umbrella to enhance your relationship with me, right?" IMHO, this is impossible, I went first. ”

"Wait, I'm so affectionate, even my voice is super blurry! Shouldn't you invite me to cover it up? ”

"Hashima-san, you actually compare me to an ordinary girl, you can't help but look down on me too much and overestimate yourself." Sumire Kiriyama took out the automatic umbrella from her bag and waved it with a smile, "Less rain, otherwise it will smell of earth." ”

Hashima Xian's expression was complicated, and his tone was frustrated and he smiled stiffly: "Obey the order, the second master." ”