"—Is it China? Then I love you?"

"—What, I only learned Chinese, but I still don't think it's done!"

"——Is the University of Tokyo? It's amazing! It obviously doesn't look very smart..."

"—Don't stop coming! I can't do it if I was wrong!"

“…”

The following few queues passed through such conversations. Although Qiu Yang was unwilling to admit it, his mood did get much better.

Moreover, he always has a strange self-confidence - he can be considered an interesting self, which can improve some girls' mood for shaking hands, right?

Finally, it's time for matome.

"...Huh? Did Yangjiang come so early? I thought you had a lot of pictures..."

The rules for matome are to arrange the number of votes in hand. Use up the coupons at one time, leaving only a dozen Qiu Yang, who ranked relatively high among all those who want to matome.

So as soon as he saw him, Jincun immediately started to complain.

"—Hey, have you forgotten that I didn't come for you today? Why do you have to smoke so much?"

"Okay OK...I'm wrong..."

Seeing that his expression was really a little unhappy, Jincun immediately admitted his conscience and lowered his head and looked like he was admitting his mistake.

"...But, I'm still quite happy to know you. It's quite good."

"……Me too."

The girl's answer did not make Qiu Yang much happy. His expression was a little stiff and he thought to himself, "It's the wrong answer."

“…What’s wrong?”

Even the little sushi became nervous, thinking that I had stepped on some lightning point again.

“—I mean I’m really happy to know you.”

He repeated it, his tone even gritted his teeth. At the same time, he stared straight into the girl's eyes, and his hand was turned around and held the girl, as if he was the idol who came to attend the handshake meeting.

"……Um."

It was also a little effective, the girl responded softly. A hint of redness floated across her face, but it was only a moment, and it was difficult to tell the truth about the false.

The following time was very luxurious and spent it in silence. Both of them had a little red cheeks, and time passed quite quickly.

“——Will you come again next time?”

Before pulling his hand, Jincun suddenly kept it, pinched his palm hard, and said in a low voice.

“…Well, let’s talk about it.”

He said so coldly, but for the first time he responded to the girl with a smile, and made up his mind that next time, he would "only push small sushi".

"Yeah, see you next time."

He didn't look back at the final farewell.

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"How is the handshake of Xiao Sushi? You've smoked so many pictures, it's so sour!!"

Walking out of the exhibition hall with member Sang, he chattered and expressed his envy as soon as he came up.

"...What's sour about this? Kosaka you have is not bad, right?"

Qiu Yang responded like this, but in fact he felt a little more entangled in his heart.

——Is the correspondence of what I have so-called pursuit of "extra-modality" just another "modal"? For example, a little shyness, a correspondence with coldness, etc.... After all, it is not the first time that there are so many handshakes and so many men.

After all, don’t challenge other people’s professions! What’s the matter with your competitive attitude of showing off your skills…

"Sure enough, little idol, is really scary-"

He suddenly felt this way and shouted into the air.
Chapter completed!