"Don't swear."

The little fox with snow-white fur suddenly put down his little paws, took a step forward, and looked at the tall woman.

"Stinky bitch."

The tall woman still does what she wants.

"……Can't."

The fox lowered his head, jogged to the woman, rubbed her white ankles with his furry head, and then started to roll.

Barely...it should be considered as acting cute and cute.

The tall woman looked down at the fox at her feet and kicked it away.

"Come less."

"Empty..."

The little fox got up again and came to the woman. This time he stopped talking, but called out softly, and then looked at the tall woman.

The tall woman then stretched out her hand.

The little fox immediately jumped up agilely, followed the woman's arm, all the way to her shoulders, and rubbed her head against her cheek.

"Isn't it just a few words to scold her?"

The tall woman teased the little fox's head with her fingers and sneered: "I'll just arrange the opening battle if I turn my head, as for it? It's still a small shrine that I only knew about the name a few days ago. There are not five people in the clergy group. There are nearly a thousand people in Fushimi Inari's Grand Club. Let me bully people?"

The little fox asked in a low voice: "What did you say about her?"

The tall woman casually said, "Isn't she the title of Prince Fushimi Miyaki Tatsukonai? I asked her if she wanted to come to Fushimi Inari Grand Club as a mascot. Anyway, she looks pretty straight, with a long and pointed face, like a vixen."

“…”

The little fox stared at her black eyes: "...You're scolding her!?"

“Praise.”

"That's the priest of Ise's Shrine. You say she's like a vixen, just scolding her."

"Tsk, that's what she's stingy."

“…”

The little fox sighed very anthropomorphic: "This is not stingy... Forget it, anyway, the main reason why she arranged for Fushimi Inari to fight the opening battle is not because of this."

The tall woman looked at the direction of the main hall where the incense was flourishing, but did not reply.

The little fox hesitated for a while and continued, "The situation in Takahara is very bad now. The man from Ise Shrine is so anxious to promote the new bill, just to kill all possibilities. And we... are second only to His existence at present, so it is normal for him to worry."

"boring."

The tall woman pulled the corner of her mouth: "Look at how honest Qikai Sumiko was. She didn't want that position at the beginning, so she went to reincarnate without fighting. Now she wanted to find a man, so she immediately went to find him. He thought too much, as if he thought too much, he would live longer. He was also a god, and had no divine at all."

"That...our opener opponent, the god lord of Jingzheng Shrine is the man of Sumiko Shinohachi."

The little fox reminded him weakly.

"Oh?" The tall woman turned around and looked at the little fox.

The little fox said sure, "Really."

"It seems that Sumiko Nichi is not very good at seeing her. She only has so many family assets. She won't even have to pay a dowry, right?"

"...You can't say this in front of Sumiko Nichi, she will call in."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid."

"Tsk... OK. What are the local Inari Shrines in Kanagawa?"

The tall woman looked away, looked aside, and said to herself: "Let me visit the man from Qikai Sumiko first, as for what she said when she saw him..."

...

...

"Cultural Festival!"

In the classroom of Qingyinbu, Yui Miyata took Kitahara Nanfeng's hand, swayed around, and began to act coquettishly.

Actually, it’s not considered a spoiled person… She might just be expressing excitement.

Beiyuan Nanfeng: "The cultural festival will be at the end of the month at the fastest. What are you doing so early?"

The cultural festival of this school is usually held in the last week of the first month of the second school year, or in the middle of the second month of the school year.

It is usually these two time points.

So, there is at least a month left before the cultural festival.

Yui Miyata was really excited a little too early.

"We can start preparing songs! Go to the auditorium to perform!"

Yui Miyata leaned forward slightly and her eyes shined.

There is really light.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Miyata Yui's happy little face and surrendered, asking: "What do you want to sing?"

Yui Miyata blurted out: "Heavy Metal!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng had no expression on his face: "...I'm now leaving the Qingyin Department."

“Hey…”

Miyata Yui grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's clothes and leaned against him again.

"Who gave you the bad idea to sing heavy metal, are you here to sing?" Kitanhara Nanfeng leaned back with some disgust, avoiding Miyata Yui, "and he took two girls to sing heavy metal."

"Teacher Watanabe said you can sing, and I think you can."

Yui Miyata burst out the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Then let her sing."

The north Yuan Nanfeng was covered with his face.

“Hey…”

"...I said, just talk, can you let go of my hand?"

I endured it for a long time.

Finally, Kaori Iwai couldn't bear it anymore.

She struggled again, trying to pull her hands out.

Kaorichi Iwai spoke.

It successfully attracted the attention of Kitahara Nanfeng and Miyata Yui.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Kaori Iwai, then looked at the little hand he had been holding, raised his head, and said to Yui Miyata, "Okay, listen to the bewitching of older leftover women. Come and see this. The nails painted by senior Iwai, aren't it good?"

Kaori Iwai: "..."

"nail?"

Yui Miyata was a little curious, so she took a step forward, closed her school uniform skirt, sat on Kitahara's thigh, then leaned forward and looked at Kaori Iwai's hand.

"nice."

She gave feedback and answers very quickly.

“Yes.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng gently rubbed the belly of the onion-white index finger of Iwai Jun.

Yui Miyata also reached out and touched her nails gently.

"You two."

Kaori Iwai took a deep breath, suppressing the blush on his face, and pursed his lips.

Kitahara Nanfeng patted Miyata Yui on his thigh: "Get up quickly, what does it look like on my lap? Senior Iwai is angry."

“Hey…”

Yui Miyata moved upwards and prevented herself from sliding down: "Kao wasn't angry at all, she was shy."

"So you're not shy?"

"No, unless you promise me to sing heavy metal, I can be shy."

"Yui, has anyone ever praised you as a trading genius?"

"No, but Xun praised me for being hard."

Yui Miyata held the hands of Kitahara Nanfeng and Iwai Kaoru, and then shook them gently.

"... Have you ever seen words like someone praises someone for having a hard head?"
To be continued...