In the closed classroom on the side of the hallway, the sound of the teacher tapping on the blackboard to give a lecture could be heard.

On the playground outside the window are young boys and girls with enthusiastic and happy hair and pink hormones.

Neatly arranged bicycles are locked under the carport, and cool droplets of water dripping from the sunlit metal faucets.

The sun was still shining, and the brilliant brilliance was cut by the branches of the trees and fell to the ground.

It can basically be called a warm winter.

The male gang leader didn't seem to be interested in what young men and women would communicate with each other, and he just thought about going to see the judo club of Tokyo University and the karate club of Tokyo University, and wanted to see the progress of the Tokyo University martial arts club this year.

Mr. Chihara could only secretly pray for them in his heart, hoping that the helper would not be too ruthless, and that it would be enough to point to them.

Chihara was brought into the conference building with his arms around his shoulders, and the two of them bought a can of drink in the vending machine downstairs, Yamashita chose the unpalatable MAX coffee, and he still ordered Coca-Cola.

"Isn't it a bit of a bargain for you to wear this in?" Yamashita looked at the final weapon of Todai, which was completely lined from head to toe, except for clothes, and reminded him carefully and cautiously.

"Isn't that a little too old-fashioned?" He spoke very tactfully.

"Joke, my set of Cutile crocodile brand, the same design as Max Mikkelsen." Chihara said confidently.

Yamashita was stunned, "Who?" ”

"The starring role of "Hannibal" is the same Hannibal who eats steak." Chihara took out his mobile phone to show the stills.

"Understood, you continue." Swing your hand at the bottom of the mountain.

"The design was inspired by the fisherman on a Nordic ice sea fishing boat, and then it became popular in Europe for more than ten years.

"Aren't all coats collar......"

Chihara automatically ignored the low aesthetic level of the inability to distinguish the difference in design, and continued: "There is also the Dante-style chic corner of the Devil May Cry game, which can be used as a weapon to cover the flesh, and at the same time, it can also highlight the slender figure. This off-white is especially suitable for a beautiful man like me whose heart is as pure as water, how can this set not kill the shallow and ignorant little boys and girls? ”

Seeing that the people in front of him kept showing off, Yamashita Jin also nodded in agreement, anyway, Waseda would definitely not be able to find such a pool surface.

Not to mention, no matter what it is, after adding a large number of introductions full of historical precipitation, I originally thought that some old clothes were suddenly like the equipment in Miyazaki's game, with a layer of story color, which is full of style.

The hairballs that seem to have come up because of wearing them many times have suddenly become the mark of time.

So the eyes of the old brother Yamashita turned into admiration for the elegant European and American fashion trends.

Throwing the can of Coke in the trash, and looking in the mirror before entering, Mr. Chihara himself felt that he was indeed more outstanding in temperament after talking nonsense together.

Suggesting that the little brother was the queen of his palace, he tapped his finger twice on the wooden door.

Knock knock twice, the sound is very solid, it can be seen that the material of the wooden door is good.

"Fast forward~"

Well, what a lively voice!

Was Miss King Kong talking on my phone just now?

I've heard Miss Sakura say before that the lively and kind Miss Higashiyama is a student of Waseda, but I didn't expect to be so good that I could come to the cultural exchange meeting.

Before entering the door, the boy finally adjusted his facial expression, and in any case, he tried to make a perfect impression in the second meeting with Miss Higashiyama.

Throwing the old coat to the little brother under the mountain behind him, the beautiful boy in a completely white shirt was fully opened, his head was raised, and he handsomely shook off the hairstyle that his sister had arranged for himself before going out, and stepped into the door of the conference room with a dashing step.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." He lowered his head and bowed slightly, and said slightly apologetically.

"It's okay, we should have come too early." The woman in the first seat of the entrance hurriedly spoke.

It's just that this voice has a squeamish smell, and there is a feeling of a little girl, he secretly glanced up, and the speed of light went down again.

Did the people of Waseda still bring their sister to visit?

But I have to say that the tutors of the eldest ladies are good, you see that the tone of this little sister is much more harmonious than her usual fox friends and dog friends, not to mention the wild boar at home, there is no comparison at all.

This appearance is also outstanding, counting in a row from left to right, Lori style, lively girl style, Yamato Nadeshiko style are all available, it is really amazing that the style of Waseda female college students is diverse.

He looked up again to confirm, and it was really Miss Dongshan who he had met once, and it was still so beautiful and moving, it couldn't help but tremble, and it was enough to warm people's hearts when they met it once in the cold winter wax moon.

There is also this innocent and lovely little girl, who came to visit with her sisters, and she is so cute pretending to be an adult.

Finally, this gentle-smiling Yamato Nadeshiko ......

"I don't need to praise the beauty of the girl, as the signature cowherd of Todai, Chihara-kun is also very handsome." The black-haired beautiful girl of the Yamato Nadeshiko department with an intriguing smile said happily.

Looking at the person in front of him, Mr. Chihara's gentle expression that he had originally used to entertain the honored guests suddenly froze.

"By the way, when we meet for the first time, my name is Saori in the morning, and I would like to ask for more advice."

"yes...... Miss Morning, please advise me if we meet for the first time. ”

The girl's smile is very beautiful, even if her appearance is not as beautiful as others, but her temperament at the moment is so moving, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

He smiled too, but the smile was sentimental and bitter, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

If only she really looked like this when we first met.

"Since it's so rare, let's shake hands, right?" The girl's fair forearms slowly raised.

"No, I don't want my worldly hands to tarnish your flawlessness."

"Are you afraid that I will dislike you?" She asked hesitantly.

"You're dressed like a lady today, by the way, pay attention to the occasion, don't get sick......"

Mr. Chihara sadly rolled up the white rabbit in his pocket and secretly pinched it and stuffed it into his mouth, biting the toffee boredly, and then looked up at the girl across the seat.

Suddenly, I felt that the only commendable sweetness of the White Rabbit toffee in my mouth was gone, and only the shortcomings of [sticky teeth] remained.

Congratulations to the morning seniors for successfully defeating Mr. Chihara's throbbing spring heart today, and now he doesn't even have the heart to ask Miss Higashiyama for a contact information.

The nineteen-year-old male college student let out an inexplicable sigh before he grew old. After sitting for more than an hour, my butt hurts, why aren't these gangs finished yet?

The cultural exchange meeting is really different from what I imagined, but fortunately, I am only responsible for being beautiful like a flower, and I don't need to be as noisy as my brother under the mountain.

What a blessing!

Closing the literary novel that Yamashita handed to himself and preparing to pretend, Chihara decided to move his neck and play with his phone later.

He touched the arm of the person next to him and motioned for himself to go out to the bathroom.

Rubbing against the wall and slowly walking out of the conference room along the space squeezed out of the house, he leaned against the window, tilted his toes, stretched his hands straight, stretched his waist, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, sure enough, the air outside was fresher, and he didn't have to be attacked by strange eyes.

The branches outside the window were carried by the wind, rubbing back and forth with the glass, the birds were noisy, and the wind was howling.

When I returned to my seat, the girl on the left murmured, squirming, whispering flowers on the right, leisurely and peaceful.

Only the two groups of people on the stage scolded each other non-stop, quite in the style of the future parliament and the House of Representatives, but unfortunately Keio did not come, resulting in a little lack of realism in this preview of future political figures.

After waiting for a long time, the bell on campus to remind the end of class finally rang.

"It's time for lunch."

Mr. Chihara's eyes moved away from the ship's mother on the phone screen and looked at the door.