Although Beiyuan Nanfeng became a clergyman.

On Saturday, he also participated in a so-called crusade.

But this did not change the pace of his life.

He still has to go to school when he is time.

Is this bad reputation or bad reputation...

To be honest, Kitahara Nanfeng now feels like KING in One Punch Man. Even if he does nothing, he is always misunderstood.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, that good guy.

What should give way, what should be silent.

Beiyuan Nanfeng even felt that he was an emperor.

Beiyuan Nanfeng walked towards his position while teasing his situation.

By the way, in my heart, I gave myself a thud of the emperor engine.

but.

He just sat down.

The soul of the middle school second was broken.

"Crack, um..."

"I said, do you want to eat next to me?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and glanced at the side corridor.

Miyata Yui stood there pretty.

In the new week, she seems to have changed her image.

The soft and long black hair was slightly shorter, and the previous ponytail was replaced with two bunches of lower double ponytails.

The two bunches of ponytails were softly placed on her small shoulders, and combined with her cute face as big as a palm, it looked like the second-dimensional concentration was higher.

Her summer school uniform seems to have been cut, which is particularly fit. Because it is too fit, the hem of her clothes will occasionally be supported as she breathes.

The pair of slender legs under her skirt were also wrapped in soft and smooth black stockings.

In general, she is only a pair of leather shoes from the legendary anime beauty - now in the classroom, she is wearing indoor shoes.

Long black hair and double ponytails with black stockings.

I always feel very good.

I don't know why.

The Nanfeng from Beiyuan revealed a thoughtful expression.

Looking at her legs, she deliberately avoided her face.

Because Yui Miyata was holding a pack of crisp noodles with the words ‘Baby Star’ on her mouth, she stared at Kitahara Nanfeng while eating.

The beautiful girl suddenly turned into a squirrel and silly roe deer, which was so destructive.

“…”

Miyata Yui looked at Kitahara Nanfeng and looked at his legs and leaned forward.

But the crackling sound became louder.

"Tsk, why are you like a squirrel?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked upward and finally looked at her face.

Yui Miyata, whose cheeks were slightly bulging, gently shook the ponytail that was resting on her shoulders, tiptoed and raised her thumbs.

"don't know."

Miyata Yui pointed to his bag.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took out paper and pen.

"tasty."

Yui Miyata picked up the pen and wrote two words crookedly.

"Okay, then you go back and eat, and come back after you finish eating." Beiyuan Nanfeng took the pen from her hand and began to drive people away.

After eating, I became a beautiful girl.

But Yui Miyata was unwilling to leave, snatched the pen from his hand and wrote again: "You are very interesting."

"so what?"

"Don't you really don't think about the light voice department?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng refused and said, "If you don't consider it, the lead singer will not do it."

"That guitarist?"

"...It's okay, but no matter how you think about it, it's still more interesting to play with your phone, so I refuse."

I heard the answer from Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

Yui Miyata blinked and slowly wrote on the paper: "Why go to Qingyinbu to visit it?"

"I won't go because I thought about it seriously, and the phone is more fun."

Kitahara Nanfeng turned his head and yawned. When he turned back again, he thought of something and asked, "By the way, what did you do in Genji Mountain that day?"

"I'll tell you if you go visit."

Yui Miyata wrote on paper.

"Don't go."

"For you to eat."

“What to eat?”

When Miyata Yui heard Kitahara Nanfeng's words, she showed a heartache expression and handed him the only half bag of noodles left in her other hand.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was moved and looked at her affectionately, saying, "Get out!"

...

“Hey…”

Teacher Watanabe, the head teacher of Kitahara Nanfeng's class, was wearing a career suit, holding a folder, and gently tapped his shoulder.

After pondering for a while, organizing the wording, he said, "May is coming soon, which is the school's 'Golden Moon'. The beginning of the month is a sports festival, and then the middle of the month is a football and skills conference. The latter will not be mentioned for now. If the former is about to start, it will be about to start. Come on, please cheer me on.

Then, there was a performance session after the competition. I remember that all the girls were dancing in the second year of high school... I warned you not to change your skirts. On the sports festival, the teacher would check at the school gate. I don’t want to be called to be trained with you, so remember it.

Also, don’t do sports festival confessions, it’s not a campus festival... You can’t confess your school festival, so students will study hard for me.

For those who have this idea, I advise you to give up your thoughts, otherwise don’t blame me for giving you the iron fist of love.”

"It's too much. The teacher is single and wants us to be single." Someone below smiled and complained.

“Roadless race.”

Teacher Watanabe stood on the podium and said some precautions.

The older sister has a very strong style.

It seems that I have a good relationship with my classmates.

Someone complained that she was not angry, so she said no way out.

Beiyuan Nanfeng sat in the back and found it interesting.

As for sports festivals and football conferences.

There is nothing to say.

He can find relevant memories, and he can't escape these two activities, so he can just participate.

Then the elder sister and teacher talked about some messy things.

And at the end of the end.

Suddenly, he shouted Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"That...Nanfeng, a classmate in Beiyuan."

"Um?"

The north wind raised his head.

Teacher Watanabe said in response to Kitahara Nanfeng's gaze and Miyata Yui's expectant look:

"During lunch break, after dinner, remember to come and find me,"

"I understand." Beiyuan Nanfeng responded.
To be continued...