Early morning.

The liberation of Sakura-san's number and line from the blacklist still didn't make much change in Mr. Chihara's life.

Sakura's goal of going on to higher education changed from Todai and Waseda to the English Department of Sophia University.

And I plan to enter the AO, which is the so-called written test + interview, commonly known as a related household.

This makes the myth of the entrance examination industry can't help but sigh at the power of money and connections, and sure enough, capitalist society is so rotten, it's time to write an article to criticize it.

It wasn't until he got up from bed with difficulty in the morning, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and washed his face with cold water in the morning that he woke up.

"It's time to get up."

"Wait another five minutes."

knocked on the bedroom door and urged, and a lazy girlish voice came through the crack in the door and into his ears.

"Less nonsense, I'm going to school today, I'm in a hurry."

Very hurried voice.

Zhuda Caimeow came to her senses in an instant.

As the crack in the door widened, Zhuda Caimeow quickly got in, standing at the door of the bedroom, looking up at Chihara.

In the middle of the year, my sister was still dressed in pink pajamas, her hair was messy, and a few dull hairs came out, and she was looking at the mysterious particulate matter in the corners of her eyes, and Mr. Chihara finally understood why people with sisters always felt that people without sisters were ignorant.

"Ha~"

Yawning again, Takeda Aya Meow glanced at Chihara, who was motionless, and asked, "Why didn't you bring breakfast today?" ”

"I played a game with Sakura-san last night, and I overslept after staying up late, so I didn't have time to buy it."

Chihara shook his head and said, "You hurry up and wash up, and when you're done, you can go straight to breakfast." ”

"In such a hurry?" Zhuda Caimeow asked with some surprise.

"Well, class is early, new semester and new schedule." He rolled his eyes, "Hurry up for me." ”

"Right now, right now."

Zhuda Caimeow quickly finished brushing his teeth, and raised his palm lightly twice without any image.

Well, no smell and very fresh.

Zhuda Caimeow took out the facial cleanser, squeezed a little on the palm of his hand, and shouted to the door while rubbing the foam: "Chihara, what time are you in class?" ”

"Nine o'clock."

"It's not only half past seven, it must have been in time in the past." Zhuda Caimeow wiped the foam on her face and began to wash her face, her tone was quite dissatisfied.

Really, with me for a while, what is in a hurry, and disturbing people's sleep.

"No breakfast?" The younger brother frowned slightly and complained.

"Yes."

The girl, who was ready to change her clothes, smoothed the hair on her forehead again, and waved her hand contentedly: "Let's go." ”

Chihara rolled his eyes and commented, "Women are really troublesome. ”

Nian Shang's sister snorted lightly, pretended to sulk, and kicked someone's shoes with her foot, "The score has been lowered again, and there are only three points." ”

Then he glanced at the time, turned back after walking out of the hallway, and looked directly at Chihara: "Did you use facial cleanser today?" ”

"Nope." He thought for a moment and added, "Do I need to use this face?" ”

"If you're not a handsome guy, you don't need to use facial cleanser, you pay more attention to me!"

Angrily pushed someone into the bathroom of his house, took out the women's model that he had been tinkering with for a few minutes, squeezed out a little with one hand, and gently pressed his neck with the other hand to make him bend down and wet his face with water.

By the way, after washing my face, I put on the winter moisturizer too, although it is also a women's ......

After that, his routine went on as usual.

After breakfast at the shop outside, I got off the train and hurried to the University of Tokyo behind the red wall.

Today, Mr. Chihara's plan as a writer is still being carried out step by step.

However, he doesn't need to listen to lectures much recently, after all, the whole book has been brushed up, and there is no need to worry about the final exam.

Sitting in the back row in class, secretly taking out his mobile phone, connecting the charging cable to the socket next to him, occasionally touching the ship girl game in his hand, and then picking up the pen and then taking the time to write an article when he enters the combat interface, which is about the Japanese social network that is ready to be criticized today.

It's only halfway through it, and there's no inspiration, which is how it was when lazy cancer attacked.

I didn't wake up until the bell rang for class, I closed the book excitedly, stuffed the book directly into the book, and stuffed the book into the bag, but just stood up and was suddenly stopped by a boy I didn't know.

"Excuse me, are you Chihara-san?"

"Well, it's me."

The thin boy with glasses nodded at him and introduced himself: "Hello, I am Yamashita Jin, a cadre of the student union of the college. I came to you this time mainly to check with you about the scholarship credit for this academic year......"

"Hit the money now?"

"Well, not right away, it depends on the progress."

The boy who claimed to be Yamashita was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You shouldn't have a class in the second period, right?" Can you come with me to the office? ”

Chihara picked up his phone and looked at the time, there were still two hours to eat, and it didn't affect anything if he went.

"Okay."

"Please come with me."

The two of them went into the building together.

Since the change of its name, the University of Tokyo has always adopted a student-autonomous approach to campus management, and the Tokyo Student Union has a long history and has done a lot of great things in its early years.

In the last century, the self-government activities of the University of Tokyo and the joint struggle of the University of Tokyo were established with the Student Union of the University of Tokyo as the main body.

To this day, there are still students of that era who are involved in the teaching activities of the University of Tokyo - but their status has long since changed from students to professors and administrators.

So much so that the Tokyo Student Union still retains the tradition of making student democratic proposals to the school board.

Of course, in the current state of joint supervision by teachers and commanders, the vast majority of students' activities are mostly under control, and the second half of the story of the Berlin beer hall speech incident that Mr. Chihara hoped would not come out here.

But if it's a political party, maybe it's really going to work.

Follow the well-dressed weakened version of the petty bureaucrat in front of him into the office, and look around to take a closer look, contrary to the spacious and bright office in his imagination.

Inside, the antique, soft sunlight shines through the glass windows and spills onto the literary shelves in the room.

He swallowed his saliva, it is worthy of the University of Tokyo, the office of the student union is so magnificent, he made up his mind that if he has money in the future, he will decorate it according to this set, and the forced grid is not directly full?

"Chihara-kun, please confirm it."

"Okay."

Yamashita first handed over a roster of academic results for Chihara to check, and waited until he had confirmed his grades, name, and bank card number that he had specially taken out one by one, and then he checked the list and closed the list.

"Then I'll quit, and the cafeteria is still waiting for me to make an appointment."

"Wait!"

Just as he was about to go out, the sliding door of the office was opened with a bang.

He was wearing an old dark blue suit, wearing a pair of thick glasses with a sense of age, his hands were calloused, his eyes were like torches, the light was deep, and his eyebrows were serene and indifferent to the ups and downs of the world.

Just looking at him, people unconsciously feel restrained, as if facing elders, and they don't know where to put their hands.

……

"Even though I bought the tea from a nearby supermarket, the taste is still very mellow, and I think it has a refreshing effect."

As he spoke, the man sitting on the sofa pushed the teacup in front of Chihara, then took the teapot and poured him another cup.

Chihara knows this person, the dean of his own Faculty of Letters, and the staff signs and the characters on the side of the door every day are the most conspicuous.

Therefore, he is a little more literary and artistic, after all, he has to leave a good impression, establish a network, and wait to be pulled by the uncle in the future, and even take him to teach the students, and the big brothers will bring it a few more times in the future.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand lightly to sip the fragrant tea, and his demeanor was full of knowledgeable and handsome style, filling up the impression in advance

Then he was burned, spitting out the cat's tongue, and the tea dripping on the table.

"Freshly burned, be careful."

The old man's reminder was long overdue.

Slightly embarrassed, Chihara wiped the water stains on the table with a tissue.

"Good tea, good tea." He said with a smirk.

"There's no need to say anything against your will, I know kids your age don't like to drink." The old dean shook his head, "If you really can't do it, just boil water." ”

"Then I'll pour myself a glass."

Chihara pulled out a plastic cup from under the table and poured himself a cup with a stainless steel kettle, only to frown when his nose smelled the strange smell of the plastic cup when it was hot.

Miscalculated.

"This time I invited you to my office just to mention something...... old dean shook his head, "It's about the glory of Dongdong, and I don't feel at ease when I hand it over to others." ”

"I just heard that this session has a young talent, with excellent grades, handsome appearance, able to speak, and pure in private life, which can be called a contemporary Kong Ming."

"Today, it's better to meet than to be famous." He couldn't help but sigh.

Qianyuan was stunned, very familiar with the words, when the leader entrusted the task to let him work overtime, he was also forced to do this.

"Average." Mr. Chihara calmly bowed, "The contemptible is just stuck on the threshold of the new era and new youth standards." ”

"There's still a lot of room for improvement."

"Besides, there are countless people in the academy who are ten times more talented than me, just like this Yamashita classmate, who is serious and responsible, and is willing to contribute to the academy, which is really a rare good slave...... Good cadre! ”

Yamashita shruin, who was holding someone's information in his hand, smiled embarrassedly and hinted with his eyes that his scholarship was coming soon.

The dean, who has experienced many battles and has rich experience in life, looked as usual, and did not ask questions, but talked about other things, "Do you like literature?" ”

"Of course, my dream in life is to be the next great writer." Chihara patted his chest, ready to close the distance and lay a network.

"And which writer do you like?"

"Lu Xun!"

"I like it too, and what else?"

"Lao She?"

"It's all Chinese, are there any Japanese writers?"

"I think about it...... Osamu Dazai and Kenji Miyazawa, both of them are very fond of each other. ”

"Of course, my favorite is Natsume Soseki on the yen."

"But it's a pity." Chihara scratched his hair, "He only boarded the thousand yen bills, and he still lost to the ten yen Fukuzawa Yukichi in terms of handsomeness." ”

"You're funny." The dean nodded lightly at the bad words, "Humor is the embodiment of enjoying life, and it's good to be optimistic and positive." ”

"Just say, what do you want me to do, it's weird to talk like this." Chihara carefully touched his heart.

"Fast talking, straight to the point, it is really the style of Lu Xun's literature."

"Young man, I'll just say it bluntly, are you interested in being a literary cowherd?" The old dean hooked his shoulders and said to him.

"I need both your talent and your hue right now."

“？”

……

"The opponent is Waseda!"

"The weakest one in Tokyo's Iron Triangle."

Speaking of this, he held his head up proudly.

"Just these people are clamoring for nerds and ugly girls to be admitted to the University of Tokyo, and they found a group of handsome guys and beautiful girls to come to our territory for inspection, but they are actually provocative."

"I think about it, it seems that even the students in the student union are crooked melons and cracked dates, and I can't take them."

Speaking of this, he sighed helplessly.

"But it's still a bit too much to run to each other." Mr. Chihara pinched the bridge of his nose, "No matter what people say, it is also under the banner of friendly exchanges." ”

Friendly exchanges? I stepped on the soles of my feet in my face.

The old dean coughed and motioned to the little brother next to him to explain.

"Just let you go up and become a literary idol, and shock everyone present with your talent, what can be more satisfying for a man than to make adolescent girls fall into obsession because of their handsomeness?" The little bureaucracy said.

Mr. Chihara thought for a moment and scratched his head: "I don't know, I haven't thought about that kind of problem, I only like two-dimensional paper people." ”

"Huh?" The little brother under the mountain was heartbroken, "Young people are full of vitality, although hormonal eruptions, don't learn what otaku is talking about on the Internet now, what paper people are in heat every day, jokes, can paper people help you spread the leaves?" ”

"I can't even meet my physiological needs." He said dismissively.

"Hehe, we Platonic spiritual loveism don't need to maintain a dirty physical relationship, we are all warriors of pure love." Mr. Chihara forced himself to answer with a smile.

"Who are you in pure love with? The paper man who sets up the official CP actor? ”

“……”

Mr. Chihara fell into silence, his fingers lightly tapped the secretary ship in the ship girl's game, and played it to the other two people present to listen to the sound, and then the body was still for a long time and then entered the standby state, and the characters rotated one after another, and the cycle repeated.

At this moment, Chihara is extremely happy, fortunately, the ships in his library are all married.

"Since I think the positioning of literary and artistic idols is too troublesome, I have to read poetry and talk about literature, which is a waste of time."

The little brother under the mountain thought for a while and continued: "Then we can change our thinking, what do you think of the dutiful cowherd who does not refuse to come?" This is much more realistic, less bells and whistles, simply selling beauty, and being straightforward. ”

"Why can't you guys live or die without the Cowherd!" Chihara grabbed her hair in annoyance, "Can you come up with something else convincing?" ”

"As long as you agree, the scholarship will be credited tomorrow."

1. Received, thank you!