The lunch break was surprisingly peaceful.

Even though the wind was stronger on the roof, it was strangely quiet. One could even hear the faint sound of radio music.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Huaguo sighed softly. The originally high-spirited young man before him had become more and more awkward with the silence during lunch. His cheeks had started to redden.

During his three years in middle school, due to tennis, he did not pay much attention to other things.

When he was about to graduate, he realized that all his friends around his age had more or less fallen in love.

His feelings for love sprouted late, and he had not met the right person.

But to his surprise …

In the last two weeks before graduation, he would meet Zongxiang.

It was like — like a dream.

He subconsciously rubbed his face. The wind was indeed too strong that day. After sitting for so long, his cheeks started to hurt from the wind.

He wondered how Zongxiang was feeling, whether he was cold or not.

"Zongxiang, do you … need a jacket?"

"No, it's fine."

Xiangri, who had been rejected by him, looked rather dejected.

Feeling the awkwardness in the air, Huaguo wanted to change the topic. Suddenly, he was reminded of the form given by Ms. Suzuki. "By the way, since Xiangri is a third-year student, you must be familiar with the various clubs at this school, right?"

"Eh?

As for me, I only know the tennis club. "

The unexpected question made Xiangri Yueren feel rather flustered. He scratched his chin and said thoughtfully, "But since Atobe is the president of the student council, the facilities of the tennis club are the best in the country."

"Are you thinking about the club?"

He snuck a glance at the girl beside him. "If it suits Zongxiang, I feel like flower arrangement and tea ceremony would be great."

A quiet girl, a delicate vase, and a classic kimono.

Just thinking about it made him feel wonderful.

"Flower arrangement and tea ceremony." Huaguo nodded. "Actually, if it's possible, I would like to join some clubs that aren't so quiet."

"Not so quiet?"

"That's right." She smiled a little embarrassedly. "Hobbies like painting and calligraphy can easily make people feel peaceful. After coming into contact with them before, I want to join some more lively clubs."

"But, I remember that Zongxiang, your health doesn't seem to be very good, right?"

No, he was forced to say that he was not in good health.

Huaguo sighed in his heart, but on the surface, he looked very regretful. "Yeah, so I definitely can't join sports clubs."

"Then, what about the housekeeping club?"

"Housekeeping Club?"

"Yes.

Currently, the teacher of the home economics club is an outside chef that Atobe hired from France, so I believe Zongxiang, you should be able to learn a lot about making desserts from there. "

Making snacks shouldn't require too much exercise, and it shouldn't take too much effort.

Moreover, it was also in line with Zongxiang's request of wanting to learn something.

"Then —"

Bang! It was the sound of heavy knocking on the iron door. At the same time, there was a shout. "Xiangri!

Have you been hiding in here on your own again?

Come out! "

Hearing this voice, Xiangri Yueren, who had been acting so matter-of-factly earlier, couldn't help but shiver.

Damn it, you can't be kidding me!

It's rare for the atmosphere to be this good!

"Senior Xiangri, did you lock the door?"

Hearing the banging on the door getting louder and louder, Xiangri Yueren, who opened the door in a hurry, explained with a bitter smile, "Ah, I'm sorry.

It was a habit, so … I'm sorry. "

"What are you sorry about?" The person who poked his head out from behind the iron door complained loudly.

Caught off guard, he made eye contact with Huaguo, who wasn't far away.

He didn't know who the other person was, but seeing that he was obviously taller than Xiangri by half a head, Huaguo, who subconsciously thought that he was a third year senior, greeted him politely. "Hello senior, I'm Zongxiang Huaguo, a second year transfer student from Class A."

"I, I —"

Zongxiang Huaguo, who had been complaining to Xiangri Yueren earlier, stuttered for no reason.

Seeing that he had stuttered a few times and couldn't finish his sentence, Xiangri Yueren, who was half guilty and half impatient, pulled him down.

He turned around and explained to Huaguo, "Zongxiang Huaguo, don't be fooled by his tall stature. He's also a second year student, so you don't have to call him senior."

"Huh?" Realizing that he had made a mistake, Huaguo subconsciously wanted to apologize.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zongxiang Huaguo from Class C." The boy, whose expression changed instantly, waved his hand to indicate that it was fine, and introduced himself calmly.

He was completely different from his previous impulsive self. Xiangri Yueren couldn't help but glance at him, seeing that he was about to open his mouth to ask something.

He quickly pushed him out, blocking the only remaining gap. Taking advantage of the fact that the other person hadn't made a fuss, he handed the key in his pocket to Huaguo. "Sorry, there's something going on in the tennis club, so I'll have to ask Zongxiang Huaguo to help me lock the door."

Before Huaguo could reply, there was a loud bang, followed by the sound of constant pushing and shoving from the other side of the door, interspersed with "Go!" and "No, you bastard!"

.....

This continued on and off for about five minutes before the outside of the room became completely silent.

He should have gone far away.

She leaned against the door for a long time, and after making sure that she couldn't hear any sound, she went forward to completely lock the unlocked door. Only then did she look at the suppression bracelet on her wrist.

In fact, she had wanted to take it off as early as this morning when her body started to reject it.

However, perhaps because it was originally set up, it was easy to put it on, but not so easy to take it off.

The longer she wore the bracelet, the worse her body became.

In the morning, she only occasionally felt a tightness in her chest, and in order not to attract unnecessary attention, she had delayed it until now.

However, when she had lunch just now, she was so weak that she could vaguely see golden flowers in front of her eyes.

It seemed that this bracelet had completely suppressed her power supply.

Without power to drive it, this temporary body was just an empty shell with thoughts. If she delayed it any longer, she didn't know if she could still move normally.

She gritted her teeth, took out a few talismans, and set up a small space that temporarily blocked out the outside world.

Then, without caring about her image, she started to rummage through her Void Warehouse.

She didn't know what material this bracelet was made of. She used almost all the materials that she could find in the morning to try it out.

None of them were of any use.

She could only hope that there would be something good in her warehouse.

Scrolls, potions, talismans, pills, boundary stones, lucky treasure chests, Pet Sprites …

She seemed to have caught a very strange thing.

She and the fox-like Sprite on her arm looked at each other.

In the next moment, the Sprite, who was lying in the warehouse and taking a nap, intimately came up to Huaguo and rubbed her cheek, and kept calling out "Ibu, Ibu".

She didn't know when an Ibu was stuffed into her warehouse.

While she was in a daze, she saw the Ibu jump off her body, turn around and obediently come out of the warehouse with something in its mouth.

It was a broken eggshell with some mucus on it.

It should be the little guy's eggshell.

There was another one — it was the shell machine that she had played with in the small park last time, but it didn't have any reaction.

Only this time, it was different from the snowflake screen last time. From afar, the shell machine seemed to have returned to normal.

However, at the top of the interface, there was an eye-catching prompt box. {Confirm installation of program.

YES/NO}

Black words on a white background.

Even from afar, he could see it clearly.

'Installation?

Program?

When? '

While she was scratching her head in confusion, she saw the little fellow happily pouncing towards her with something in its mouth.

The Ibu jumped up and down. She didn't see any movement from the shell machine, but the YES option on the prompt box suddenly lit up.