the next day.

School.

afternoon.

As usual, Beiyuan Nanfeng came to the club building and walked into the classroom of the Qingyin Department.

As usual, Kaori Iwai sat behind a long table, holding a book.

Quietly.

"good afternoon."

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at her and said hello.

Hearing the sound.

Kaori Iwai's slender legs wrapped in soft pantyhose were put together, slowly moving into the gap under the chair, then raised her head, looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng, and whispered: "...good afternoon."

"Xun! Good afternoon!"

Yui Miyata flashed out from behind Kitahara Nanfeng, then waved his hands full of energy, jumped into the Qingyinbu classroom, straightened his chest, and greeted him proudly.

She has not changed much, she is so energetic and cute, she still has her lower ponytails, her slender jade feet are wrapped in black over-knee socks, which is worthy of the title of "a childlike face"...

“…what do you do when you jump around?”

Kitahara Nanfeng grabbed Miyata Yui's two lower ponytails with amused hiccups, pulled them back, showing a helpless expression, and warned.

Yui Miyata leaned back slightly, and did not struggle, but instead gave a thumbs up at Kitahara Nanfeng with full vitality.

Beiyuan Nanfeng had no choice but to let go of her ponytail.

Yui Miyata smiled brightly at him, then trotted to Kaori Iwai.

Kaori Iwai glanced at her, continued reading, and ignored her.

Yui Miyata didn't care either. She sat next to Kaori Iwai, lying on the table, smiling like a flower.

Nanfeng Beiyuan followed him in, put down his bag, dragged a chair and sat down, then knocked the cold girl next to him with a knife, "Didn't you think randomly last night?"

Kaori Iwai paused, turned his head slightly, hesitated for a while before whispering: "...no."

"I actually went back to me." Kitahara was a little surprised.

“…”

"I'm obviously thinking about it..." Yui Miyata suddenly broke the ground.

Kaori Iwai pushed the glasses on the bridge of his little nose, glared at Yui Miyata, and then looked down at the book in his hand, without continuing to reply.

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't care either, staring at the senior sister who was in the same club as him and staring at her face.

Kaori Iwai endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it. He put down the book and faced Kitanhara's Nanfeng's gaze and said, "I really don't have random thoughts, nor... I regret it. What do you want to do?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng moved to her, put one hand on her plump thighs that were together, and looked up at her: "I'm just curious, aren't you cold in pantyhose?"

Kaori Iwai's slender and well-proportioned legs subconsciously gathered together and tightened, and his delicate body instantly tensed.

She had a red face and stared at Beiyuan Nanfeng: "It's not cold...but your hands are so cold, don't put them on them for too long."

"Feel sorry……"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her carefully and moved her hand away. Indeed, she had no random thoughts and changed her mind the next day. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Kaori Iwai lowered his head and continued reading, but became a little absent-minded.

"Nanfeng, why don't you pay attention to me if I'm cold?"

On the other side.

Yui Miyata lay on the table, moved toward Nanfeng Kitahara, and asked in a low voice.

"You'll tell me if you're cold."

Kitahara Nanfeng said funny: "And don't lie on the table, the tabletop is even colder."

“Hey…”

Yui Miyata raised her head, leaned forward, and fell on Kitahara Nanfeng's thigh.

"...so if I don't lie on the table, do I lie on my lap?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng held her soft ponytail and gently pulled it.

Miyata Yui said with confidence: "You want to hold the ponytail..."

"Don't read your mind."

Beiyuan Nanfeng knocked her head.

"Oh...why will we skip class and take a bath tomorrow?"

Yui Miyata raised her head and thought that it was like the first time it was, her beautiful eyes looked at Kitanohara Nanfeng, gently shook her head, and the hand that led to Kitanohara Nanfeng holding the ponytail also gently shook it.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stared at her cute little face as big as a palm: "Tomorrow's weekend, and at this time shouldn't you consider playing and singing songs or final exams? Are you planning to skip classes tomorrow? Is that true?"

“A weekend?”

Yui Miyata stared at Kitahara Nanfeng without moving, then suddenly rushed forward, and walked through Kitahara Nanfeng's armpits with both hands and hugged him.

"Then let's review together tomorrow!"

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the petite girl in his arms, feeling helpless.

So mind reading is really that powerful?

Dongdong

A gentle knock on the door suddenly came.

The door of Qingyin Department classroom was slowly opened.

"I'm disturbed." Natsume Mio appeared at the door.

...

"Okay, I'm all in the world, let's start practicing. After all, it's the light voice department, so what's the point of chatting all day long?"

Kitahara Nanfeng adjusted the guitar on his back, then looked at Mio Natsume, thought about it carefully, and said, "If Mio is the one, I'll be responsible for doing it first."

"Yes, come on."

When Miyata Yui heard Kitahara Nanfeng say this, she immediately put down her drum stick, poked her head, and looked at Mio.

"Hey... OK, but am I going to clap my hands?" Mio Natsume said with a little uncertainty.

"Photo!" Miyata Yui gave a thumbs up with full energy.

"Will it affect you?"

"It's okay, Nan Feng has a loud voice!"

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

A good practice.

The style of painting suddenly changed.

Kaori Iwai was carrying a bass on her back, watching Kitahara Nanfeng and the other two chatting, standing aside, with a wooden face.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

Kaori Iwai was a little twisted, holding the bass, and her black silk legs wrapped in pantyhose moved uneasyly.

"Okay, don't be shy, play."

Beiyuan Nanfeng gently patted her head with the back of his hand and stood back to his original position.

Kaori Iwai pursed her rosy lips and lagged behind half a step, looking at Kitahara Nanfeng's back slightly stunning.

"Xuan."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked back at her.

Kaori Iwai reacted and nodded slightly.

“Prepare, 1, 2, 3…”

Kaori Iwai took a deep breath, and under the gaze of Mio Natsume and Nanfeng Kitahara, his slender and white fingers gently plucked the strings and started playing.

Kitahara Nanfeng turned his head and looked at Miyata Yui.

Yui Miyata is petite and sits behind the drum set, feeling as tall as a drum set.

But she looks really handsome when she waving the drum stick, and the musical feeling is very good. The combination of petite girl and drum set always has a very subtle sense of cuteness.

While thinking about some of the things that were there, Nanfeng Kitahara finally looked at Mio in front of him.

Mio gave her a cheerful gesture and smiled like a flower.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled, picked up the pick with his right hand, stuck it, and plucked the strings of the guitar.
To be continued...