All the stereos hidden in the dark of the classroom were found, the audio was completely destroyed, and the messy glowing characters on the door number were cleaned up, except for the three words "Ministry of Service" full of cyberpunk style were retained, which was the last insistence of Sakura Yamauchi.

"Don't I have a little dignity!" The girl shouted with tears in her eyes.

Although I can't imagine why a person's dignity is related to such a glowing door number, but looking at Yamauchi Sakura's posture that if you dare to move the door number, I will crash to death on the chest muscles of Kyosuke Hojo, and Yukino still compromised under the snow.

Just as "I don't agree with your statement, but I will defend your right to speak to the death", even if that dignity is surprisingly cheap, justice under the snow does not allow her to trample on it at will.

All these things used to mess around are actually supplies for sports festivals, but Sakura Yamauchi, who is the head of the regiment, unceremoniously requisitioned. While she and Kyosuke Hojo were packing up their things, Hiratsuka Shizune also visited the classroom.

Compared to the idle classrooms that looked like warehouses at the beginning, the ministry department now has a much more lively atmosphere.

The most conspicuous wall next to the door, where it had been used as a bulletin board, is now covered with a blank sheet of paper on which a table is drawn.

Hiratsuka Shizune took a closer look, the first column was a commission, and the content of the commission was not stated, but it was marked with serial number 1234, and the first three items were empty behind them, only the fourth item wrote the name of Kyosuke Hojo in the second column of "Handler", and the "status" in the last column was empty.

"It's pretty standard." The instructor smiled with relief, and then she turned her gaze elsewhere.

On the lectern in front of the blackboard, there are four wool felt dolls more than ten centimeters high. Although it is limited by the size of the relationship, because of the intentions of the producers, it can still be recognized that these are the four members of the Ministry of Service.

"What a delicate doll, is this what you made Sakura?" She asked.

"No, I don't have such dexterous hands, they are made of nitrate." Sakura, who was sneaking around hiding a USB flash drive, replied.

"That's right, the only of the four people here is Nishinomiya who seems to be able to make this kind of thing."

Hiratsuka nodded quietly, and then said:

"It's good, but I don't think there's anything missing?" As an instructor, she has an obligation to help these children do these things as well as possible.

"Huh? It's impossible, but it's been a long time since the sauce was made. Sakura threw away the work in his hand, ran over and picked up his doll and put it on his head, indicating that our brothers were brothers with different materials who had been separated for many years.

"If you think about it, I feel that there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Under the gaze of Sakura Yamauchi, Hiratsuka looked around the classroom, then looked down at himself...... chest, and then coughed twice. The dignity of being a teacher makes her only hint like this, does she have to say that she also wants the same puppet? If there is no instructor, the ministry department cannot be established, and it can be said that she is the absolute core of the ministry department.

This family is without her, how can Hiratsuka Jing be considered complete!

"Oooo I know! ”

Sakura exclaimed, picked up the doll under the snow and leaned his eyes over to look at it again, and then poked his finger twice at the doll's chest, and said angrily:

"It's good that you nitrate sauce, you actually use this way to please the minister, it's good if you don't learn to learn, it's bad! Fortunately, Mr. Hiratsuka found out in time, otherwise the image of a righteous superman would have been ruined by you. ”

"Watch me do justice!"

Muttering like this, Sakura's fingers kept poking at Yukino's puppet's chest.

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Hiratsuka was dumbfounded, and her shoulders shrugged down weakly.

"Hey, enough is enough, it's already dented, don't poke it!"

Looking at the chest that had sunken under the wool felt snow, Hiratsuka Shizuna hurriedly shouted, and at the same time hurriedly rescued the snow from Yamauchi Sakura's hands:

"If you poke it again, your heart under the snow will have to be poked by you!"

Looking at the black-haired girl who was boiling water to make tea over there, Hiratsuka Jing actually took pity on the other party. Within a few minutes of her arrival at the Ministry, she had already seen two atrocities against the snow.

Where is this club founded for the purpose of cultivating the "Human Heart Mastery Technique", this is clearly a place of suffering under the snow.

No wonder he just left Hojo for a while, and he couldn't wait to come to him under the snow, and if he was alone with Sakura for a while, he was afraid that he would go insane directly.

Now Hiratsuka can't care about visiting, she has to take good care of her beloved disciple.

Instead of a water dispenser, it's a high-end looking tea bar machine, and now that the water is boiling, you're pouring tea under the snow with a teapot.

The teapot is white, and a big fat cat with a beige color is painted on its round belly, with a lazy and demure posture. The teacup is white, with a thin white line outlining a black cat with half-squinted green eyes.

The black-haired girl pinched the handle of the teacup, looked at the library on her lap, and gently blew into the teacup with her mouth.

"Under the snow." Hiratsuka shouted, but the girl in front of her was indifferent.

Knock Knock Knock –

Hiratsuka knocked on the table again, but still didn't get a response, so she knocked again, this time with a response, and the girl who was leisurely sipping tea took her eyes off the page and looked up at the person in front of her through the mist of black tea.

The pale cyan eyes seemed to be a little more gentle under the mist, like a cat on a black teacup and a cat on a white teapot.

But Hiratsuka knew that this was a cat that could scratch people, and she knew it the moment she saw that look, and the cold voice the next moment let her know that her premonition was not wrong.

"What's the matter, could it be that the woodpecker gene in Hiratsuka-sensei's body has awakened?"

Hiratsuka grinned, knowing that under the snow he was talking about knocking on the table.

"But I must warn you that the flesh and bones of a human finger are far less strong than a woodpecker's beak, and even if you are not afraid of pain, you must consider the problem of wounds healing and delaying the table. If you really can't suppress the urge to peck wood, I recommend using your teeth. Oh, by the way, maybe you'll awaken the otter's genes. ”

Hiss –

Hiratsuka gasped, and then retorted:

"Humans have nothing to do with woodpeckers, you might as well be more credible to say that my ancestors were lumberjacks."

"Does it matter? I don't dare to say that."

Xue Xia shook his head, and his tone was serious:

"After all, with the current scientific level of human beings, the interpretation of the human body is far from perfect, and there are still many secrets waiting to be discovered in the future. Isn't it often the case that there are people who are able to push the limits of their bodies? Maybe it's just a sudden awakening of other genes. ”

"No, no, I still think that awakening the power of the ancestors is more in line with the general law." Hiratsuka Shizune shook her head vigorously, she guaranteed with her experience in reading comics in the past xx years that the awakening of the woodpecker gene was definitely not as powerful as inheriting the power of the ancestors.

Under the snow bowed her head, no interest in talking, and her attack was ineffective.

Seeing the girl's movements, a chuckle appeared at the corner of Hiratsuka's mouth, and then asked:

"I said, under the snow, shouldn't you say these words in retaliation for not stopping Sakura from poking your chest in time? Let's talk about it first, the current puppets are more like you, and they are all a little distorted just now! ”

I turned a page of the book under the snow, and said without raising my head:

"First, the topic of woodpeckers will be brought up because Mr. Hiratsuka-sensei keeps knocking on the table like a woodpecker.

Second, it's a puppet based on Snow Under the Snow, not me! Although I have obtained my consent in advance, the right to create belongs to Glass.

Thirdly, I don't want to be criticized by a naïve teacher who wants to get students to help make a doll too!

Above. ”

"Uh- I got an arrow in the chest."

Hiratsuka held her chest and panted sharply to Sakura Yamauchi, and then looked at each other with hopeful eyes.

"Understood! Instructor Hiratsuka's appeal has been received, and Vice President Sakura Yamauchi will convey it to Nizuka-chan tonight, guaranteeing that you will definitely see Shizuka Hiratsuka doll next time you come! ”

"If you can, change my coat to Superman's style and add a propeller under my shoes." Hiratsuka Shizune seriously put forward his opinion.

"What about hairstyles? Do you want to make it look like a black sunflower? Crazy and evil, super handsome! Sakura Yamauchi actively contributed.

“…… Well, it's a bit exciting, but I have something else in mind. ”

Alas-

Listening to the noise in his ears, he sighed helplessly under the snow, and then looked at Kyosuke Hojo, who had already packed his things and walked over.

When Nishinomiya Glass was not there, Kyosuke Hojo actually became the most worry-free existence, which is really impermanent.

The girl stood up, took out a blue ceramic teacup from the cabinet beside her, poured a cup of tea and served it to her right-hand man.

Hungry? Tea first.

Kyosuke Hojo thought casually in his heart, he took the teacup, sat down beside him under the snow, and took a sip of tea.

Well, it's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious in hot water.

"So, now can we talk about the commission?" Xue Xia asked softly, the library book in his hand had been put away and replaced with a blank notepad, and he was still holding a pen in his right hand and ready to record at any time.

Looking at this stance, the experienced Kyosuke Hojo almost said, "It's okay, you can use a voice recorder." Journalists do this during interviews.

"How to put it, the commission was successfully completed, but it was not completely successful." Kyosuke Hojo frowned, he didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"Huh?" Under the snow, the willow eyebrows frowned slightly, rationality was paramount, and she couldn't stand this kind of vague words as a perfectionist.

"It could also be said to have failed, but it was not a complete failure."

Kyosuke Hojo held his forehead helplessly and sighed, and began to talk about what happened.

After the construction of the Dushan Sakura group last night, he naturally invited his subordinates to have a big dinner. As early as when Hata Goro and others were in junior high school, they were accustomed to combustible oolong tea under the influence of Hidekichi Onizuka, and as long as they had a dinner, they must first have a big beer on an empty stomach.

They don't even eat a bite of the side dishes delivered by the store, and start with a glass of cold draft beer, which is their habit of drinking.

Beer is like a switch, and with the blessing of the buff of "night", Hata Goro can still control his mouth. Immediately, he told everything to the senior Hideyoshi Onizuka next to him. Of course, the convention begins with "Never tell anyone else."

Of course, the extremely righteous Onizuka will keep the little brother's secret, so when he told others, he also told him "Absolutely don't tell others", and even issued a death threat, "Otherwise, I will kill you".

Unfortunately, the phrase "I'll kill you" is more like a curse that says "if you don't tell a hundred people about it, I'll kill you."

So before the first string of yakiniku was served, everyone already knew that Hata Goro was in love with Kuroda Kairen.

Ranked eleventh in the Chinese grade, the talented Bikitani Hachiman also thoughtfully chose the name "Tiantian (Tian Tian)'s love story".

Kyosuke Hojo confirmed with Tetsuta Misaki that this incident really didn't come from the mouth of Yoshima Mihashi, who had been watching the excitement, it was really said by that idiot of Goro Hata himself.

When it was time to drink, Hata Goro even took out the last photo of the Kuroda Kairen in women's clothing, and howled and cried while roaring, "What do you say, who wouldn't like to be so beautiful, am I wrong!" ”

That scene was really sad for those who heard it and cried when it saw it, what a tragic word. So on the spot, a bunch of people were indignantly denounced by Kuroda and asked him to come and be a girlfriend for Hata Goro. The people of Kuroda didn't obey at first, but after three rounds of drinking, they were dizzy but immediately called their sister, and very boldly ordered the other party to send the wig and kimono over.

When he heard this, Kyosuke Hojo had already bared his teeth, and he was really worried about whether the people of the Kuroda world would have the courage to face the rest of their lives.

"Therefore, the countermeasures we determined in the Ministry of Service are correct, and you have stabilized Goro Hata in your own way, and this commission has been solved perfectly."

Xue Xia summed up slowly, her notepad was already full of marks, and the complexity of the matter was clearly beyond her tone. It is worthy of an evil commission that starts with underwear threatening the safety of life, which is really terrifying.

"That's right." Kyosuke Hojo nodded, he had fought three times in a row to defeat Goro Hata, and for this alone, he felt that he was worthy of a big reward from Minister Yukishita.

Listening to the proud tone, Xue Xia raised his head and looked at the boy opposite, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was helpless or helpless, in short, it was very complicated.

"And then, because of your whim, while almost causing social unrest, you put an end to the future of Goro Hahata and the people of Kuroda?"

"Hey, what do you mean to draw an end, they don't have ......"

"It's not a whim, Yukino-chan, that cherry blossom is super beautiful!"

The conversation between the two was interrupted, and a head popped out between the two, and the screen of the phone slammed into the face under the snow.

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(End of chapter)