Miyata Yui asked for leave.

The classmates in the class seemed to be accustomed to it.

Even Kaori Iwai was in a similar mood. When Kitahara Nanfeng appeared alone in the Qingyin part in the afternoon, Kaori Iwai just looked up at him and found that he was coming alone, without saying anything.

“Yo.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng greeted him actively and then put down his bag.

Kaori Iwai nodded.

Then the two fell silent.

Beiyuan Nanfeng found a stool and sat down. After looking around, he took out his cell phone.

Miyata Yui is missing.

The two of them no longer communicated.

This also indirectly proves the importance of the two fools who are responsible for engaging in the atmosphere.

Although it can be annoying sometimes, it is really not good to not.

“…”

Quiet light voice classroom.

Time passes slowly.

The two remained silent.

At about four o'clock, Kaori Iwai glanced at Kitanhara Nanfeng, suddenly closed the book, and spoke on his own initiative: "I didn't expect you to come again. I thought that if Miyata Yui asked for leave, you wouldn't come."

"Um?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his head and pointed at himself: "Are you talking to me?"

Kaori Iwai whispered: "There is no one here except you."

"Okay...why did I come here? Didn't you say?"

Nanfeng Beiyuan put away his phone, smiled, and said, "If you really want to stay in Qingyin Department, please be more serious... I remember that seems to be saying that."

Kaori Iwai: "..."

"Um?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng found that her face was a little strange and surprised: "What's wrong? Didn't you say?"

"I said it."

Kaori Iwai held the book, his eyes dodged, and seemed a little distracted.

After a while.

Then he whispered: "...sorry."

Beiyuan Nanfeng: "Ha?"

"Last time I didn't know that your relative died, so I said that."

Kaori Iwai's voice was very small, and Kitahara Nanfeng leaned forward before he could barely hear it clearly.

After whispering apologies.

Kaori Iwai suddenly raised his voice slightly and said, "But, although I'm sorry, there's no need for you to mention this on purpose to humiliate me."

"?"

When Beiyuan Nanfeng heard this, he smiled and said, "Get out! Less than self-awareness."

The moment Kitahara Nanfeng made a sound, Kaori Iwai immediately grabbed the chair with both hands, moved the person and the chair back, and distanced himself from him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her and said angrily: "Who humiliated you? It doesn't matter if my family died. Didn't you take the initiative to ask me why I came here? Do I have any questions when I answered you? Also, are you taking the initiative to take a step back seriously?"

Kaori Iwai said calmly: "…the people from the baseball department have gone to practice."

"So you're scared? Didn't we talk about this last time?"

“Last time was last time.”

Kaori Iwai shrank his round legs wrapped in soft pantyhose under the chair and said seriously: "Last time there was Yui Miyata last time. Even you can't suppress two people at the same time. Now I am the only one. You just need to pounce on me and cover my mouth. Judging from the height and physical fitness of both of us, I have no room for resistance."

"I'm convinced."

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his head, laughing and crying.

The women he knows seem to have some problems.

Kaori Iwai, Mayumi Arimiya, and Yui Miyata are not ordinary girls.

Excessive self-awareness, two writings, overly active.

None of them feels normal.

Tsk.

Mio is better.

Obedient and cute.

"I just said it could."

Kaori Iwai didn't care when she saw Kitanhara's Nanfeng's expression. She pushed the glasses on her small nose and then said, "And just in the morning, I saw you and a woman with red eyes coming down from the school rooftop. I asked, that woman was not a teacher at the school."

"I didn't say that, that's me, an elder, who came to discuss things with me."

The beautiful eyes under Iwai's glasses flashed with suspicion: "The unknown...? And discuss with you, a student?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng leaned back slightly, showing a disgusting expression: "Hey, are there any problems with your thoughts?"

Kaoraguchi Iwai denied: "I didn't say anything, it's because you have something wrong with your own ideas."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was choked and could not speak.

He was silent for a moment and suddenly stood up.

Kaori Iwai held the chair, stood up halfway, and moved backwards.

"Forget it, I think I am born with you... I'd better stop talking, come and practice."

Beiyuan Nanfeng ignored her and walked straight to the place where the instruments were placed, finding the guitar he used the previous few times.

Kaori Iwai looked at him and waited for him to take out the guitar before saying, "Miyata Yui is not here."

Beiyuan Nan said in a flash: "Anyway, it's just a random game, it doesn't matter whether you are here or not. Do you want to chord? Anyway, you are afraid of me talking, and you are afraid of me sitting there, so why not take a bass to defend yourself..."

Kaori Iwai was silent for a while and stood up, as if he felt that Kitahara Nanfeng was saying something reasonable...

The two of them started to work hard.

Beiyuan Nanfeng dragged a chair and sat down. After thinking about it, he suddenly said, "I'm fine with singing Chinese songs, right?"

Kaori Iwai was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Kitahara Nanfeng with suspicion.

"Chinese? Do you know?"

"Well, just give it whatever you want."

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded, then coughed dryly, took the pick and gently plucked the strings.

Kaori Iwai hasn't reacted yet.

The prelude rang.

"The little yellow flower of the story."

“It has been floating since the year I was born.”

"The swing of childhood."

"It's been with the memory until now."

“…”

Speaking of singing.

Compared to Japanese songs, the one that is more familiar with the north and south wind is of course Chinese songs.

The familiarity is simply several levels higher than that of Japanese songs.

The clean and thorough sound of the north wind in the north of the country sounded in the classroom of the light voice department.

“…”

Kaori Iwai held Bass without any movement.

She looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng. Although she couldn't understand, she could hear that he was not singing nonsense.

...Isn't he a bad leader?

Really know?
To be continued...