She looked down at her chest, which was white and round, making people saliva look.

"Fake serious." She whispered, and she buttoned it.

Watanabe Tsubasa ignored her muttering, and ignored her actions, saying:

"For most people, these things can be done by just working hard, but not everyone can do the simplest efforts. It is a talent that can be obtained at any time, but there are very few people who can obtain it. You are one of them."

"......There are many people working hard in the playroom. Why is it me?" Tamamo Yomiya played with her hair with her fingers, and she felt a little bit of joy in her heart.

"Because I want to see what you will become."

"What does it mean? It really means to watch me laugh at me?"

"If possible, I hope you can rely on your hard work to become the focus of attention, not just on your appearance."

Shirabayashi retracted his gaze from the one-piece of the Hundred People and looked straight at Tamamo Komi: "Aren't you doing this all the time?"

"You have to care!" Tamamo's beautiful tone suddenly turned fierce, but even the typhoon that had not arrived yet could hear her bluff.

After a moment of silence, just as Toru Watanabe was about to end the conversation, she asked fiercely again:

"What should we do as a minister?"

"Your words-" Watanabe Tsubaki didn't care about her tone, "First remember the names of more than a hundred people in the Blowing Department."

"I......"

This is completely different from the minister that Tamamo Yomi imagined, but when she was about to refute, she found that she did not know so many people.

Not to mention the blowing department of more than a hundred people, the 40-person class, and the names of some boys and girls, she doesn't know the full name now.

This has nothing to do with the quality of memory, the key is whether you care or not.

Unable to refute, just change the direction. Tamamo Komi mocked: "It's obviously as big as me, and he's self-righteous and self-righteous."

"It's not a reason, some summary of life. And it's not important to be old or young. What's important is what you've experienced."

"...Hmph!" Tamamo Komi twisted his mouth, then stretched out his hand and said reluctantly, "Get reconciled."

In order to avoid school rules as much as possible, those hands with fair skin were painted with light nail polish.

"I already have a girlfriend, just shake hands."

"Tsk——" Tamamo Komi immediately withdrew her hand, "Don't say that she is a dedicated man, it's disgusting! Also, if you don't make peace with Haomei, don't blame Haomei for continuing to say bad things about you!"

"As long as I'm not saying that I'm molesting you, I'll go rehearsal, come on, goodbye." Shiro Watanabe waved his hand and turned away from the stairs platform.

After watching Toru Watanabe disappear, Tamamo Yomi took out a small mirror from her pleated skirt pocket, tidied up her bangs and makeup to ensure that she appeared in front of her classmates in the most beautiful posture.

‘Because you have talent.’

She looked at each other in the mirror with bright and lively eyes, delicate face, and beautiful.

"...Minister."

My shoulders suddenly became heavier and I breathed a deep breath. What came with the pressure was also my expectations for the future.

The blood began to rush, and I had the urge to do something immediately.

‘Okay! Remember the names of more than 100 people in the Blowing Department first!’

Tamamo Yomi closed the mirror, took steps, and quivered down the stairs.

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"What did you say?" As soon as Toru Watanabe entered the club classroom, Miki Kujo who stood his face casually and read the script casually.

Yimukui, who arrived early, had already explained the reason why he was late.

"Tell her that hard work is a must, and you must have confidence in yourself."

Miki Kyujo raised her eyes and looked at him: "You are quite gentle."

"I have no intention of her, nor any intention." Shiro Watanabe walked over and sat down.

"Has the next minister been confirmed?" Ikki asked in confusion, "Isn't senior sister Hayami still thinking about it?"

...It's hard to deal with.

Shiro Watanabe suddenly realized that he seemed to have been full of words just now. In this way, it would be impossible not to let Tamamo Komi become the minister.

If you think about it carefully, it would be nice to let her be the minister.

Judging from her just now, she will probably develop in a positive direction in the future, at least now it seems like this - that's enough.

"Start practice." Kiyono Rin was not interested in these things.

For the next day's performance, the six people were rehearsing carefully all afternoon. Fortunately, the cultural festival lasted for three days. After the performance tomorrow, there was still time to make a move.

Toru Watanabe has decided to go to the Chess Team to win the title of "Kankawa Dragon King" that he did not win last year.

This has nothing to do with losing 200 yen last year.

"The wind outside seems to be strong." Near the evening, Yimukui lay down by the window and looked at the sky.

Yesterday at dusk, the sky in Tokyo was a rare purple-red color, but today it is as usual, but the wind is very strong.

"The school has sent a message," Koizumi Aona held her cell phone in her hand, "notifying the teacher to organize the students to end the cultural festival and leave school early."

"Then let's stop today." Rin Kiyono put down the script and rubbed his eyebrows slightly tiredly.

Her fair and beautiful little face looks a little delicate and beautiful, so beautiful that people can't help but wonder: How could anyone look so beautiful?

"Be careful on the way. Watanabe, Mai, you go to the office to wait for me, and I'll take you back." After Koizumi Aona told her to leave the club and inform other students.

The remaining five people packed up their things and left the club.

Ichimukui went to find friends who usually go home with him. Rin Kiyono wanted to change the club keys and go to the office with Mai Torah.

Toru Watanabe sent Mihiko Kujo to the school gate.

The first floor was crowded with people, and many students who received news in advance, changing their shoes and preparing to leave were crowded there.

The wind was strong outside. When Watanabe Tetsu and his friends went downstairs, the sky became gloomy at some point and the world was dark.

A few boys rushed out in one breath, their clothes immediately put on their bodies, and their tie flew up.

"No...hehehehe!" I couldn't even say anything in Fengli.

They retreated again.

"What should I do? If I don't leave now, I won't be able to leave later!"

"I don't know how long the typhoon will last. It's not that much to end before 10 o'clock, so don't worry."

Toru Watanabe and Miki Kyujo stood behind the crowd.

"Can the car come in?" asked Toru Watanabe.

Miki Kyujo took out her cell phone. Her hands were slender and well-proportioned, and the proportions were very beautiful. But after all, it was a girl's hand. The overall size was not big, and the phone, which was originally not small, was even bigger.

Just as she was about to make a phone call, a radio came from the broadcaster.

There is no opening remark, the broadcaster said directly:

"Students who have not left the school are prohibited from leaving school! Please go to the gymnasium in an orderly manner!"

The broadcast was broadcast three times in a row, and the sound of the radio disappeared. The physical education teacher and several teachers came over and closed the glass door.

The whimpering wind instantly became distant.

"Go to the gymnasium immediately and walk on the second floor! Opening windows and going out is prohibited!" the teachers said loudly.

The students changed their indoor shoes in an orderly manner, but were not afraid, but instead talked excitedly and walked towards the gymnasium.

"Go back, or stay?" Toru Watanabe asked Miki Kujo.

The wind is very strong now, but I can't do anything to the modified cars of Miki Kujo.

"Forget it." Miki Kujo said lazily, "Civilians stay for refuge, and I also leave them to pretend. In front of the public, it is necessary to maintain equality, not to mention that there is no big typhoon."

"It's the best choice to stay by my side," said Toru Watanabe.

"I will die together even if I die? I won't let me live alone." Miki Kyujo turned her head and asked him.

“This is not bad.”

The two walked towards the gymnasium, and Miki Kyujo used her cell phone to notify the driver to go back.

In the corridor, the student union, the discipline committee, and the cultural festival executive committee are maintaining order.

Before I could reach the gymnasium, the strong wind slammed down with the raindrops as big as beans.

Through the corridor window, the huge sound of rain and wind were like a trance to pull the school building away.

The students in the corridor were even more excited.

The sound of laughter, the sound of running around in the corridor, the sound of loud shouting, the rain hit the glass windows of the classroom, and it was rushing down like a waterfall.

These noisy sounds, like the roar of the sea, echoing one after another in the dim and closed campus.

Looking into the distance, the oak trees are swaying in the wind and rain, and the leaves are like grass, and they are brushing in one direction.

Most of the cultural festival propaganda banners hanging on it have disappeared, only a few of them are floating like ghosts because they happen to be stuck in the branches.
To be continued...