"My results in the three-school joint examination this time are very good, and my family agrees with me to buy a computer!"

The next day, as soon as Seato Sato arrived in class, he began to show off his achievements to Hashima and Murakami.

Before adulthood has no income, being able to own their own high-end gaming computer is the hope of almost all men, even beyond the hope of seeing beautiful girls wearing miniskirts and stockings every day.

If you ask a high school boy whether he longs to get his own ultra-high-end gaming computer or is a plump girl, I believe many people will choose an ultra-high-end gaming computer.

That's what normal people think, right? At least that's what Umito Sato thinks.

Hashima grabbed two forehead bangs casually, pulled down and faintly exceeded the eyebrows, and had to find a time to get a haircut another day.

"Let me ask, what is your ranking in the joint entrance examination of the three schools this time?"

“246！” Sato said with his hands on his hips and his chest up.

"No, why are you so proud? There are only about 320 first-year students in the three schools, so you belong to the downstream! ”

Tomoki Murakami's face almost had "Are you okay downstream?"

Umito Sato smiled and said, "My dad said that you can buy me a computer before 250!" The budget is within 200,000 yen! ”

"Huh! That's not the time to get on ultra-high-end graphics cards and monitors! The expression on Murakami's face instantly turned to envy.

"That's it!"

As soon as Hashima heard this, he immediately felt that he needed to work hard, so that he could buy his own high-end computer and watch videos without his mobile phone.

Maybe it will be enlarged in the future, and every hair can be seen clearly.

"Hashima, how about you take a look at this case?"

Seato Sato took out his mobile phone and came over, and what appeared on the screen was a very light pollution case, was there a rainbow family in it?

"Oh! That's good! It feels so handsome! Tomoki Murakami echoed.

"Yes! I have a good eye! ”

Hashima held his hand against his chin and asked, "But I still have a question I want to ask, why does this case glow inside, and for what purpose is it designed?" Will the performance be better? ”

The corners of Sato's mouth twitched and said, "You don't understand this, it's the same as our decoration truck, it's very cool." ”

"Decorate the truck?"

Tomoki Murakami replied to Hashima's question: "It's to equate glow with coolness, and the more colors, the more psychological comfort." ”

Hashima String paused: "Is that the chassis just glowing?" ”

"Yes, it's just glowing." Tomoki Murakami nodded.

Hashima stretched out his hand and swiped the screen left and right: "Then what's the point of doing this?" Light power consumption? ”

"Right? What's the point of making it so bright? Sato? ”

Sato Haito took back his mobile phone and snorted softly: "You two don't know what a boy's romance is, just like girls like to wear ribbons!" ”

"Got it, it's great to glow."

"Got it, it's great to glow."

At this moment, the morning teacher walked in, glanced around at the students in the class, and walked straight to the three of them.

"Sato-san, your math and biology are hanging, and you can't go to club activities recently, so you have to prepare for the make-up exam next Saturday."

Mr. Hayana directly announced the death sentence of Umito Sato.

"Wait, you've failed two subjects? Your dad will buy you a computer? Tomoki Murakami said in amazement.

Sato Hairen said luckily: "It's okay to sign up, it doesn't matter if you hang up or not." ”

Early in the morning, Mr. Zao's face sank, who was not motivated: "Sato-san, your grades are very worrying now, and your family still has a computer for you?" No, I'm going to talk to your parents. ”

"Teacher, don't, I'll try, but don't tell my dad about this matter." Umito Sato almost didn't kneel.

"No! I've hung up two subjects and are so indulgent.,You have to learn more from Hashima.,Even if it's the first, it's still very serious in class.,Of course, don't learn all of him.,I think when I was in high school.,Come to school at six o'clock every day.,There is no rest during the lunch break.,Read until eleven o'clock at night.,The scholarship has my share.。 ”

The expression on Mr. Morninga's face gradually changed from worry to smugness.

Like a deflated ball, Umito Sato leaned on the table and said, "My decorating truck." ”

"Decorating trucks? What is that? Teacher Morning asked confusedly.

Hashima said calmly: "All in all, it looks good, but it's actually a useless generalization. ”

Mr. Morning pursed his lips slightly and said curiously, "Like those computer hosts that glow?" ”

"Teacher, stop your unconscious mental attack, Sato's breathing is about to stop!" Tomoki Murakami said vigorously patting Umito Sato on the back.

"Anyway! Go for next week's make-up exam! I'll talk to your parents about your recent studies! ”

"No ——!"

Hashima didn't care about their conversation, took out a book and read it, and after a while, looking out the window, an orange cat squatted next to the oak girl in the atrium with slow steps.

"Meow~~"

"Meow Meow~~"

A man and a cat seem to be greeting.

He looked at the girl's over-the-knee socks, which were glowing computer mainframes? No, supposedly to prevent sunburn? Or is it as warm as clothes? But isn't it winter?

He took out his phone.

Hashima: "Kiriyama-san, what is the use of knee socks?"

The girl in the oak tree in the atrium took out her phone.

Sumire Kiriyama: "You've sexually harassed me so bluntly?"

Hashima String: "I just can't understand the usefulness of an item for a while, so I'm asking for advice."

Sumire Kiriyama: "Why don't I give you a pair and try it out for yourself?"

Hashima String: "I'm not interested in girls' over-the-knee socks at all, but if it's yours, I'm barely able to accept it."

Sumire Kiriyama: "When did I say I was going to give you the over-the-knee socks I wore?" Hashima-san, your paranoia is very serious."

Hashima String: "You misunderstand me, in a small way, it's a question of the practicality of over-the-knee socks, and in a big way, I'm thinking about the great question of how many things seem to be very high, but how much they are actually used."

Sumire Kiriyama: "Need I tell you what looks like a tall picture, but doesn't really mean much?"

Hashima String: "I'm looking at you, in every way, please speak."

The girl in the oak tree in the atrium raised her head, her small hands brushed the bangs on her forehead, her eyes groped for the window of the school building, and finally found Hashima String, and the sun fell on his handsome cheeks, dyeing light and shadow.

He clenched his fists in the air.

The corners of Sumire Miriyama's mouth twitched slightly, and she lowered her head to type.

Sumire Kiriyama: "That's your question, it doesn't make any sense right now."

When he looked up again, he disappeared by the window.

Angry?

No, probably not, he's not that kind of person.

Hashima String: "I see, you mean, just as Apollonius summarized the theory of conic curves, and Kepler applied it to the theory of planetary orbits 1,800 years later, the world is silent, just so that those names with unknown meanings can be tested by time to obtain the truth."

Hashima String: "Thank you, Kiriyama-san, it's very beneficial to chat with you, it seems that over-the-knee socks need to be tested."

Sumire Kiriyama's eyes were clear when she looked at the screen, as if she felt funny, and her body shook slightly,

The orange cat next to her was close to her, a small dragonfly landed on its forehead, the orange cat bowed sensitively, and the dragonfly flapped its wings and flew away.