"Ah Shui, Ah Shui, wake up, get up and take a bath! Ah Shui, everyone has washed it, and it's up to you. ”

Poch used an excuse that sounded good.

Squatting on the edge of the sofa, he gently patted Asama's face with his small hands.

"Jingshui-kun looks really tired."

"Well, I slept like I was dead, and my expression was as stiff as usual."

"Stuck in your throat by an apple? Maybe kiss it, and Robert-kun will restart it~"

"Really? I'll try first~"

Pochi's troubled waters were blocked by a wall made of four hands.

"Sister Pochi, don't take it seriously."

"Then you don't say stupid things."

A small sun hits the Yinghe Academy like a cold winter, but it seems that so far, no winter has been able to defeat the sun.

"The sleep quality of still water is really good, no wonder the results are so good."

"Huh? Is sleep related to grades? ”

"It seems to have something to do with IQ."

Several girls are like shadowless lamps on the operating table, surrounding Asama's head.

"Just let Jingshui-kun sleep well, we will sleep too."

Futami tried to make a last-ditch effort.

Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, in the direction of the opposite, the immortal river who looked at Asama's sleeping face thought of a good game.

"Na~ Let's make a game, everyone puts their hands on Robert-kun's head for 10 seconds, and then replaces the next one. If Robert wakes up during the touching of his head, that person will be responsible for everyone's breakfast tomorrow~"

"If Hero-kun doesn't wake up, won't we have to stand all night?"

"How about that last until 10:30 at the latest."

Ichijo Masumi looked at the time, and at 10:10, everyone could touch it more than 20 times, so she nodded at the Immortal River.

"In the order now, let's start clockwise, Xiao Zhencheng, it's your turn."

One of his faces was a little hot, hesitated for a moment, bent down, the tips of his slightly brownish-red wet hair drooped, and his hand slowly stretched out to Asama.

"Ahh

Pochi, who was kneeling on the floor, suddenly sneezed as he gathered next to Asama.

Pong –

Asama straightened up at the speed of light like a corpse, and slammed into a solid head of a Masumi.

"Ah——!h

"Hmm——!"

The minister of the four-hand piano department was directly knocked into tears.

"Oh! Appeared! Robert Jun's headbutt attack! ”

"Can you be serious?"

Ichijo covered his forehead and looked at the gloating Immortal River speechlessly.

"Oh~ I still have the strength to complain~ Robert-kun's attack is invalid~"

"Ah Shui lost, and his screams were louder."

When Pochi used floor skills on Asama, who had not yet learned judo, he discovered that Asama, who looked very powerful, actually had a poor tolerance for pain, and he would scream when he bumped it.

and his handsome side of the wrestling and judo department that day, forming an interesting contrast.

Is such a strong person also afraid of pain? If you're afraid of pain, why don't you fill up your defenses?

Hiss————

After enduring the most painful moment, Asama figured out his current situation.

The loud sneeze in his ears just now, and the feeling of wetness on his face, pulled him out of his dream.

There are still 5 girls in the room The memories made him instantly vigilant, and his body ejected like a launch, and then poofed, he seemed to temporarily exceed the second cosmic speed, otherwise why did he see a circle of white stars in front of him?

The five girls were gathered around them like the five planets, not knowing what to do.

And the reason for the starry eyes has also been found - just now he bumped into a true chun, and a red mark appeared on the smooth forehead of the piano girl.

"Excuse me, are you alright? There are medicines to remove stasis in the medicine box. ”

"I'm fine, but you should rub the medicine."

Looking at Asama's head, a small bag slowly swollen up, and a smile that felt okay when he touched his head, this was the first mark he made on him.

"I've become the King of the Silver Horn, Ah Shui."

Asama glanced at Pochi with the expression of a stupid dog, and then turned his head from the gap between the two of them to see the electric light that flickered through the curtains from time to time.

It's still dark outside.

"So, what the hell is going on, is it already daylight?"

"No, it's only 10:12."

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Uh, Shisui-kun, we've finished washing and are about to ask you to take a bath."

Futami deliberately picked out a dress with the lowest neckline, and his body bent down and hit the back of Asama's head.

"In addition, after taking a shower, let's play games together, which is the content of the department's team building."

Turning his head, Asama had already noticed that at this time, he was falling into an encirclement composed of five girls dressed lightly and ambiguously.

Pochi, this guy, obviously has clothes he doesn't wear.

Feeling a little dry in his throat, Asama got up silently, tried to keep his eyes above the girls' necks, picked up a change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

Were they really just going to wake themselves up?

The reason why she bumped into a Masumi Ichijo was because she was bending over, what were she bending over? Kiss yourself?

How can it be? In front of the other 4 people, Ichijo Masumi won't be so bold, she should be the thinnest person.

Asama laughs at his excess self-awareness.

This time, the test was not ideal, but the immortal Kawa Riyo scored 92 points, but there is still a gap with the 99-point Majima, and the 97-point second view.

These two gods are different from Futami and Majima, they themselves have clear life goals and more and more frequent extracurricular activities in the future, so let them put their names in the love counseling department.

Put the change of clothes in the clothes basket on the washing machine cabinet, the washing machine is working, the operation panel, the washing and drying lights are on, and there are about 80 minutes.

Take off your clothes and put them in the dirty laundry basket, it seems that your school uniform can't be washed, but fortunately there is a spare set.

Asama's gaze moved up to the electric towel rail.

White, blue-white, pink, light yellow, blue-violet. The girls' panties were hanging on the towel rack to dry like a rainbow.

Silk, cotton, and modal, these small hangers are surrounded by asama's towels in a variety of easy-to-use materials.

Flipping through the slightly damp blue and white bowl and the little yellow duck, Asama took off his towel, quickly twisted the shower with the Hansgrohe logo on it, and stood under the shower before the water was completely hot.

I can react to it.,It's really annoying adolescence.

Feeling the water flowing through his neck, back, thighs, and ankles, Asama, who had lived for half a century in total, time quietly, washing his cognition, character, and memories, flowing forward without pause.

Although I don't have any peak experiences in my life, the things that move me and the shameful black history are like a sandbar in the middle of a river, piled up like a mountain.

It's tiring enough to remember one or two things, and this is the first time I've taken a group of girls to my house for the night.

Why is there such an expansion?

I thought that like a teacher, eat a meal, do a small test, let them feel their shortcomings, and then assign them homework to go home and continue to improve according to everyone's actual situation, and this department team building can be over.

But a rain disrupted the plan, and the girls' opinions couldn't be suppressed at all, which was a shame.

Won't you be able to reject people well?

Faced with these girls, have you fallen into the trap of the [Franklin Effect]?

Do you want to continue to waste time on these youthful interactions that only add to the burden of memories?

I don't feel much use when I think three times a day.

If you want to force others to listen to you in person, you have to face the possibility of rejection. When will we be able to reach the state of unconsciously leading others to live according to their own hearts?

Asama rubbed her hair, the shampoo at home was used by the second sight, and the girl's hair was scented with this shampoo, and then Asama felt that the shampoo she usually washed seemed to be more feminine, and there was a lingering pink smell in the bathroom.

The non-slip mat under your feet, all 5 girls have stood on it, right?

Obviously, I lived with Pochi before, and these can be ignored congenitally. It can't be that the AT position in my heart that will never fall will change its flag and join the enemy without resistance, right?

After taking a shower, Asama turned off the shower as if he had screwed the valve of his own cranky thoughts.

Just get up in the middle of the night, even if it's raining, and go out and find a hotel to make do with for a night.

It's been 6 minutes since I washed, so let's get out there.

The moment Asama left the bathroom, he felt the taste of being locked by 10 eyes.

"Oh, it's a boy, it's so fast, Robert-kun."

"Today's fastest legend is Pochi!"

Anyway, you washed your hair, right? Bathing a dog is not as fast as you!

"Junsui-kun, let's play the game of kings together~"

"I didn't say anything."

"Eh-Ah Shui obviously acquiesced!"

"It's already this point, either rest early or read a book for me."

"Oh~Robert-kun, who is only 66, dares to teach me to read~"

"Isn't it a Japanese tradition to go down to the kage?"

"In this case, it seems that Lishi's grades have always been better than those of Shizumi-kun, okay, is there any secret?"

"Of course, it's about learning when it's time to learn, and having fun when it's time to play. In front of the method, time is not valuable~"

Poked in the sore spot, Asama walked to the desk without saying anything, pulled out a workbook and looked at it.

There are words in his mouth, and he seems to be swearing that he must win the immortal river in this monthly exam.

"By the way, Jingshui, now that you're awake, would you like to try the dim sum we made?"

"Dim sum?"

No wonder I smelled a smell of baking in the room before.

"Thank you, no, eating after half past nine is not good for the stomach."

Pochi faced the girls and debunked Asama in a very small voice,

"Ah Shui is deceiving people, he often makes supper at home."

"How does Miss Poch know?"

Futami seems to have grasped the blind spot, and the other girls also pay attention to Pochi.

"Ahh

Seeing that several other people were interested, Pochi combined the confessions he had made up with Asama before, and improvised the story of Asama's childhood.

What 2 and a half years old is still using diapers, refusing the promise of the neighbor's little sister to grow up together, using language to bully the young tame who does not work hard, and feeding the chocolate received on Valentine's Day to the fiercest dog in the village

"Eh, didn't Miss Pochi say that Shizumizu-kun was not popular when he was a child?"

"Uh-a-hahaha~~~ This is because he has done so many nasty things, so he is not popular."

"Defeat the love of young girls! It's Robert-kun, but then again, it's hard for a normal Japanese man to refuse Lori, right? ”

"Who called Ah Shui to be interested in big sister since he was a child~"

"Is that the case?" X4

Asama, who has no intention of reading a book, listens to the more and more outrageous stories Bochi tells, and his fists are hard.

It's a waste of time to listen to these ready-made stories.

Originally, Immortal Kawa might have written a song at home, or he could have rehearsed the dialogue between Tomorrow and Konoe's dinner.

One may be practicing, or maybe he is reading some healing books such as "From Broken to Whole", "The Illustrated Biography of Krishnamurti", "A Course in Miracles", etc.

Wajima, Futami will also recharge his batteries at home according to the list of study plans he gave to the love counseling department.

Of course, you can also do what you want to do alone, each with its own obscurity and purity.

As it is now, gossiping together because of boredom, the thoughts in the head become more and more scarce with ineffective lies, and they become repeaters, echo worms, and news adaptors. After these people get used to small talk, they will feel more bored when they are not socializing, and then they will start to shake people, continue to create boring socialization, and be consumed by boring socialization.

That's how those gossip-loving babes get their brains broken.

Those who are poor in thought are in the same situation of scarcity as those who are poor in wealth. They have no time to think about anything else, and instead become more focused on short-lived and improvised experiences of happiness.

One of the ironies of this era is that a lot of leisure doesn't translate into sustainable fun, and most people just spend their free time on nipple fun.

At some point, Asama stood behind her and knocked Pochi's dog's head.

"If you can't sleep, read a book."

"But there are no comic books~"

Immortal Oriyo, how did you get better than me in the exams again and again?

"Aren't you chatting with Shizumi-kun?"

Futami got out of bed, walked to the bookshelf in Asama, and took out a copy of "Decameron".

"Chatting together doesn't mean it's useless~"

After weighing it for a while, Asama didn't do that disappointing person again.

The Minister of Love Counseling once again compromised because of the opinions of the masses.

Stay awake until everyone is asleep before moving.

"So, let's tell a ghost story by ourselves~~~"

Immortal Chuan didn't know when he scavenged a white handkerchief and folded it into a heavenly crown - a triangular scarf often worn by anime ghosts, and tied it securely on his head.

Pochi brought out a spare candle from the kitchen, indicating that she was also in favor of this idea.

"Let's tell a story about our own childhood, starting at the age of 6 and ending the story at the age of 7."

The purpose of Majima's proposal is very simple - I want to know more about Asama's childhood, because of the relationship between Asama's cousin Pochi-san, Futami is already one step ahead of him.

"Well, how about taking turns in roll call? How about everyone talk about one of the strengths and weaknesses of the named person, and finally let the named person talk about his own strengths and weaknesses first, and then make a 3-minute defense? ”

Futami Tsukimi has seen this case in the love counseling review materials, and she plans to pass this link and give Asama still water a straight ball.

"Let's play idiom solitaire. By the way, the definition of this idiom is given, as well as the source allusions, of course, you can also make up your own. ”

Asama gave his opinion.

"What about Masumi's suggestion?"

"I can do it, just choose Hero-kun."

"Oh, it's stalemate now, why don't you guess the fist to decide the topic~"

Immortal Chuan wore a triangular scarf, his left hand on his right shoulder, and moved his arm, looking like he wanted to do a big job.

Asama went to the kitchen, took out the last white radish sent by his mother from his hometown in the refrigerator, and peeled a die with the radish.

[1] is one article, [2] is Futami, [3] is Pochi, [4] is Immortal River, [5] is Majima, and [6] is Asama.

After the number is determined, everyone votes the dice once, and the opinion of the person with the highest number of votes chooses the topic of the night talk.

With Asama's cheating finger bonus, three people spilled [6].

"Why is idiom solitaire such a boring option! I'm starting to get sleepy. ”

Poki hugged the immortal river with a defeated expression.

When I looked at Asama, the first thing that came to my mind was praise idioms such as [Bafang Beauty] and [Ancient and Modern Unparalleled], and then I thought of idioms such as "Jincheng Iron Wall" and "Iron Intestine Stone Heart".

Majima wanted to use her mobile phone to check the idiom, but the phone was out of battery, and her relatively old smart phone did not support wireless fast charging at the bedside, but fortunately, Asama had a lot of plugs at home.

"So, where is Hero-kun going to sit?"

The girls sit in a circle on the bed, and each girl is positioned more openly.

Asama was also stunned,

It doesn't feel like it's right to sit in the middle of two people, so you can't sit in the middle, right?

(End of chapter)