An idol club without idols is just like tomato scrambled eggs without tomatoes, egg fried rice without rice, Abyss Pillar without epic poems, and Tang Xiaoke without breasts.

"As the saying goes, there is a lack of soul." Futaba Cheng said.

"How can we hold a live show without idols?"

"This matter can be easily solved." Rina Aihara said, taking out her mobile phone,

"We contacted a school idol to come and help with the performance, so we have solved this problem...but setting up the venue requires a lot of manpower, and then you will be in trouble, Futaba-san."

"I see." Futaba Cheng smiled, "Okay."

…

After coming out of the idol club, Futaba Cheng and Tang Xiaoke walked side by side in the corridor - since the venue had not been set up yet, during this period, they could walk around as they pleased.

At this time, there were noisy sounds outside the window. Tang Xiaoke was walking, but she seemed to be listening to everything outside the window. A slight smile appeared on her face, as if there was something worth being happy about.

Futaba Cheng had a panoramic view of the expression of the girl next to him. He thought for a few seconds and said:

"Did you think of something happy?"

Hearing the voice of the boy next to her, Tang Xiaoke came back to her senses. She shook her head slightly and continued walking forward with her hands behind her back: "I just feel... high school is really good."

"It's a bit regretful that I couldn't read it properly." Tang Xiaoke lowered his eyes slightly, but said with a smile.

"If you really mean it, you can actually apply for admission to Guangming High School very easily."

And rent is no longer an issue.

"No." Tang Xiaoke shook her head and refused. She held her chest and said softly, "I have something more important than this."

"And...it's too late now."

Too late?

Futaba Cheng glanced at her curiously. At Tang Xiaoke's age, there was absolutely no problem in studying with him in the second grade. How could it be too late?

Sensing that the girl next to him was not in a high mood, Shuangye Cheng accidentally looked out the window, as if he had discovered something, he stretched out his hand to pull up Tang Xiaoke:

"Follow me!"

Tang Xiaoke was stunned for a moment, but she followed Futaba Cheng obediently, but this was the first time she noticed that the hands of boys of the same age were so warm.

Arriving at the playground on the first floor, it was already filled with various stalls. There were many students and foreigners coming and going, and everyone was talking and laughing. Futaba Cheng glanced around, and finally focused on somewhere - only

I saw at a certain stall that there were all kinds of entertainment facilities concentrated in this area.

"Brother, do you want to play a shooting game?" The stall owner saw Futaba Cheng and the two parked in front of his stall, and asked enthusiastically, "You only need 400 yen to play once."

"Please give me two guns." Futaba Cheng paid the money directly.

"Hi."

After Tang Xiaoke subconsciously took the toy gun handed over by Futaba Cheng, he looked at him with some confusion: "This is?"

"If you have a good time, you won't have such regrets when you look back, right?" Futaba Cheng raised his gun and smiled, "Don't think too much, just enjoy this school festival."

Tang Xiaoke held the toy gun in his hand and nodded slightly as if he was touched.

"Five bullets, shoot the toy down and you can take it down." Futaba Makoto raised the toy gun and began to aim.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

Five consecutive gunshots rang out, Futaba Cheng knelt on the ground, low air pressure enveloped his body:

"It's all, it's all empty, it doesn't even touch the edge of the toy..."

Tang Xiaoke on the side couldn't help but squint his eyes and laugh when he saw this. However, Futaba Makoto's shooting skills were indeed outrageous, and he actually hit them all around the prize.

"If only I could use a knife." Futaba Cheng coughed dryly.

Ququ's few prize dolls should be cut with a knife.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

At this time, Tang Xiaoke also started shooting. Although her skill was not good, she was very lucky - a rubber bullet bounced around a few times after being shot, and finally hit a prize.

With a snap, the box fell down.

"Success!!"

"Ring, ring, ring -" the boss picked up the prize and said with a smile, "Congratulations, miss, you are really lucky, here you go."

"Thanks."

After Tang Xiaoke took it, he found that the reward was a pair of couple's bracelets, which looked very delicate.

"A couple's bracelet." After seeing this thing, Futaba Cheng touched his nose with his finger and felt that the prize was a bit strange.

Tang Xiaoke chose to give the prize to Shuangye Cheng: "I'll give it to you."

"Give it to me?" Futaba Cheng was stunned for a moment.

"I have no plans to fall in love, but brother Cheng, are you different?" Tang Xiaoke smiled, "After all, there are so many cute girls who like you, this thing will definitely come in handy."

"No, no, no, you got this, I can't accept it."

"In that case, I'll keep it for now." After hearing that Futaba Cheng was unwilling to accept it, Tang Xiaoke finally kept the bracelet.

At this time, Futaba Cheng suddenly turned his head and looked behind him with some confusion.

There was nothing surprising about the students and tourists coming and going.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just felt a very strong gaze." Futaba Cheng shook his head.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go catch goldfish."

"good."

After Futaba Cheng and Tang Xiaoke left, a pair of long yellow ears suddenly stood up in the crowd, and then a 'Pikachu' emerged from the crowd. She staggered through the crowd and followed behind.

Perhaps because of the school festival, the fat doll costume was not that eye-catching, and most people just glanced at it.

But also because of the large flow of people, that 'Pikachu' quickly lost track of its target.

"Skin……"

"Pikachu, do you want to play a shooting game? There are lots of rewards." At this time, a voice came from the side.

'Pikachu' turned around and found a shooting game booth nearby.

The stall owners from other stalls next door suddenly laughed: "Speaking of Lao Mu, even if your broken gun is difficult to use, are you still going to bully this child with limited mobility?"

The stall owner of the shooting game immediately glared at his bad friend next to him, then continued to smile at Pikachu and asked: "Would you like to try it? The first place is the one-meter-long Pikachu doll."

As he said that, he also pointed to the rewards in the prize area.

"Skin."

'Pikachu' took one look and paid directly.

The stall owner suddenly burst into laughter.

Holding the toy gun in his hand, 'Pikachu' aimed directly at his target——

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Several crisp sounds sounded, and the largest Pikachu doll fell down directly under the continuous bullets.

"All five hits?!" The stall owner was stunned. He knew that the gun would shift its crosshair if it fired continuously.

At this time, 'Pikachu' started to pay for bullets again.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the stall with a group of dolls in her arms. Perhaps because there were too many, there were two small dolls sitting on her headband. The big doll was holding the small doll, which looked a bit cute.

Behind him was the stall owner with an annoyed look on his face. He was holding the pole and regretting why he had just called this guy down.

Today’s victory or defeat…
Chapter completed!