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Saito Harutori stood to the side, completely unable to understand what the two were saying.
Just then, a person dressed as a rabbit mascot slowly walked over, carrying a sign displaying the activities of Class 3-C: "The magical world awaits your challenge! If you're a student of Shenxu, come and experience the magical life!"
"Who's inside the rabbit?" Saito Harutori asked, puzzled.
Sayaka Akamatsu explained:
"It's not a rabbit, it's a toad."
Saito Haruka frowned slightly, tilted her head, and smiled wryly, "But: Sue-en looks just like a rabbit, doesn't she?"
"It's a toad, but it looks like a rabbit when extended upwards," Akamatsu Sayaka explained earnestly.
"Why?" Saito Harutori was puzzled.
Sayaka Akamatsu raised her magic wand, tracing a graceful arc in the air, her voice incredibly deep:
"It's neither a toad nor a rabbit—!"
Seemingly anxious, a muffled voice of defense came from the puppet.
The rabbit doll placed the extension board on the ground, raised its hand, took off its head, and held it in its arms. Peeking out from inside, it saw a very familiar face.
Sakura was breathing in the fresh air, because it was hot inside, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat.
"It's me, Yukawa Sakurako."
“No, Sakura has turned into a toad,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
"Why
Seeing her earnest "you are the toad" expression, Yuukawa Sakurako sighed helplessly and said, "Whatever, I am who I am."
Kitahara Hakuba thought their class's magic-themed project was quite interesting, and he really wanted to see if Nono Eri was wearing a magic robe; she would look very cute.
"Teacher Kitahara, although I don't know what happened, please be careful. The cultural festival is a very diverse place with all sorts of people," Yukawa Sakurako reminded her.
At Shin-Asahi High School, students from different grades are assigned to different floors, but during the cultural festival, the strict hierarchical system is temporarily suspended.
Some lower-grade students who dared not enter the three-year-old's territory would actively try to get in.
On Kui Mei Street, the sea of people gathered together in indoor shoes with three-colored horizontal stripes is a very rare sight.
"Yes, I will be careful."
"Sakurako, why are you wearing the last one?" Saito Haruka asked.
"Since they don't know magic, they can only be used as promotional dolls."
Sakurako Yukawa said with a smile,
"It's quite warm inside. The only downside is that the last one is of poor quality, it sheds a lot, and it makes my skin itchy."
"It's alright, I'll use the last magic wand to bathe with you at noon." Sayaka Akamatsu's suggestive words caused Sakurako Yuuka to blush. She pulled her hair back up, picked up the board from the floor, and said in a muffled voice:
"No need, Kitahara-sensei. You can come over and visit whenever you have time."
“Okay, sure.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.
"Then I'll take the loss first."
Sakura waved at him with the hand attached to the fleshy ball, then turned and headed towards the stairwell.
Seeing this, Akamatsu Sayaka followed, and halfway there she said to Kitahara Hakuba:
"Teacher Kitahara, if that doesn't work, try going to Kuno-senpai. She's dressed as Frillian today, and she seems to know some kind of magic."
At the end, a student on the plum tree said:
"It would be better to go to Felix, she knows the legendary magic of the mythical era: 'the magic to remove stains from clothes completely.'"
"Why didn't you look for Elena two years later?"
"I think Frillie is stronger, right?"
"But Frilian's breasts are too small, it's not interesting."
"Irene is being ridiculously arrogant. Who does she think she is?"
Suddenly, the boys on the plum tree started comparing their chests, and Kitahara Hakuba couldn't resist at all.
After saying goodbye to Saito, he hurriedly went into the staff office, opened his personal locker, and took out a clean set of clothes.
Chapter 222, Section 221: The Art of Tea Brewing Lies Within It (4K)
Fold the flour-stained clothes neatly and put them in the closet. You won't need to change your pants; just pat them dry and the stain will be mostly gone.
It's still wearable. (Dμsalty?{fish:reading?.book)2= ÷no?wrong·′?content~%)
The campus was bathed in soft sunlight in the early morning. The golden sun hung in the sky above Mount Hakodate, shining through the maple leaves surrounding Wulingdun.
The Shenxu Cultural Festival starts at 9:30, and people from outside can come in at that time.
Kitahara Hakuba changed his clothes in the lounge and came to the colorfully decorated corridor.
"What's going on? Why haven't you touched up your makeup yet? School's about to start!"
"Where's the props department? The sound system seems to be broken?"
"Where's the promotional poster? I put it in the cabinet yesterday. How come it's gone?"
"No? Where are the heads I just placed here?"
The ferry manager said it was too realistic and wouldn't allow anyone to go on it, and I also felt that was inappropriate.
"??? You fucking look back! This is a haunted house!!"
Some classes were doing haunted house themed activities, and they were incredibly busy compared to the other classes.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the haunted house price they had posted outside. It was a promotional image of the Fuji-Q Highland haunted house: 800 yen per person, half price for couples.
Hey, hey, hey, this is already a business operation. Won't you get sued for using this background image?
Soon, he saw a big-eared Mickey Mouse playing with a boy in the corridor, and Kitahara Hakuba was deeply worried that Shin-Asahi High School would be prosecuted in the future.
Kitahara Hakuba strolled around the school building for a while, and soon the school gates opened, with a few adults already walking in.
He stood in the corridor looking down, and couldn't help but feel moved by the people who had come to support him—whose mothers, whose fathers, whose brothers, whose sisters, whose children?
and many more.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Shinomiya Haruka.
Kitahara Hakuba:
"Didn't you come today?"
Shinomiya Haruka:
"The brass band's activity has been moved up?"
Kitahara Hakuba:
No, it's still tomorrow.
Shinomiya Haruka:
"Then let's not go, let's go tomorrow."
Kitahara Hakuba:
"it is good"
He wouldn't be disappointed, after all, Haruka Shinomiya also has her own work.
As the adults entered Shenxu High School, the school buildings became even more noisy.
Kitahara Hakuma had only taken a few steps when several women in their twenties, their eyes gleaming, surrounded him like lionesses spotting prey on the African savanna.
"It's Kitahara Hakuba? It really is Kitahara Hakuba!"
"I'm a fan of yours! I saw you at the Sapporo Music Festival! Could you please sign an autograph for me?"
"I'm so lucky! I didn't expect to meet you on the very first day!"
"Good luck at the National Conference!"
Because he was usually surrounded by young girls, Kitahara Hakuba rarely received such treatment from mature women. A moment of surprise crossed his face, followed by a gentle smile.
No, are you here to participate in the cultural festival or to mess with me?
"I'm sorry, my name isn't anything special, and I don't have the habit of signing my name," Kitahara Hakuba politely declined.
He knew that if he signed, he would be inundated with women coming to him at school these days.
And it's not just him bragging, but if he wins gold at the national championships, his fame might be just as great as that of Genichiro Tsukinaga, and his autograph will be very useful.
However, Kitahara Hakuba believed that they still needed to practice their interjections and should learn more from Saito Harukori.
Moreover, he moves freely among underage girls every day and has to endure the physical tests of Shinomiya Haruka.
These vulgar women's coquetry couldn't stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
"I'm sorry, but it's really not possible. I welcome you to the Shenxu Cultural Festival, but if it affects the order, this place may not be open to you."
Kitahara Hakuba gently uttered "the final word," and the women could only give up, whispering:
"Okay, actually I don't think you're that great or handsome. My idol is Mr. Taki, the teacher of the Kitauji Brass Band."
Kitahara Hakuba ignored him, only glancing out of the corner of his eye at Ame-no-Mori standing at the classroom door.
The girl cast a sharp glance at them, as if she were about to rush up and slap each of them at any moment.
Fortunately, they left after being rejected, and nothing serious happened.
Kitahara Hakuba took the initiative to walk up to Class 3-A.
Their class was a tea ceremony class. Yu Shou was wearing a tea ceremony kimono and holding a plate with small teacups on it.
The kimono is a light and refreshing color scheme of pale green, light blue, and off-white, and a small, delicate bow is tied around her slender waist.
She was tall and slender with legs as straight as bamboo, making her an unmissable presence among the "signboard girls" in the corridor.
However, the "Yichan of Sichuan Brand" sign soliciting customers in the stairwell is quite attractive.
"Teacher Kitahara, please let me know if you encounter any problems. People who disrupt order should not be allowed into the school."