The teacher's office on the other side.

"Here, fill this out." Nakamura Katsu returned to his station and handed over a form.

"Scholarship...Application form?" Kato Yusuke silently read out the letter above.

"Yes, this is arranged by the principal."

Nakamura Masaru nodded: "Thanks to your winning the national championship in track and field, it seems that many private organizations have added high-level sponsorships to our school, and the part that will be implemented on your head is the tuition fee in the future.

The full amount is waived, congratulations."

"Thank you for the compliment. Can you borrow a pen? Teacher."

"Yeah, okay."

"Thanks."

Kato Yusuke took the pen without being polite, and just leaned over the table and started writing to fill it out.

"What should I write here as the reason for application?"

"Just fill in whatever you want." Nakamura Masaru glanced at the form and said nonchalantly.

"casual?"

Yusuke raised his head, his eyes full of doubt.

"What's going on? With that "really unreliable" look in your eyes, I'm just stating the facts."

"Can this kind of thing be done casually?"

"I'm talking about you." Nakamura Masaru helplessly spread his hands, "Reason for application is only for ordinary students. If it were you, it wouldn't matter even if it was empty. After all, this matter has already been decided.

, Do you understand? You little brat who took the back door."

"I understand, what you want to say is the reward for meritorious service." Kato Yusuke kindly corrected his slip of the tongue, lowered his head and wrote a line in the application reason column:

——The teacher didn’t even know that I had rose flowers embroidered on my underwear.

"Wait, what are you writing nonsense!" Nakamura Masaru, who had been following the tip of his pen with his eyes, finally couldn't help it when he saw this, and immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"Is there any problem?" Kato Yusuke asked curiously.

"You actually said there was a problem. What did you write?"

"It seems that you wrote it casually."

Nakamura Katsu raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.

"——"Girl Disciple" by Osamu Dazai, right?"

Kato Yusuke:?

Nakamura Masaru:?

"Well, that's a very interesting idea. If this paragraph appears in the essay, maybe I will give you extra points, Kato-san." Kanoko Hasumi appeared out of nowhere and said with a smile.

"Hasumi-sensei." Kato Yusuke said hello, and distanced himself from the softness on his shoulder without leaving a trace.

"Good afternoon, you seem to be chatting about something very interesting."

"It's Mr. Hasumi." Nakamura Katsu raised his forehead and sighed softly: "As you can see, this kid Kato wrote something strange on the scholarship application form."

"Ah haha, so that's it." Hasumi covered her mouth with Kanoko and chuckled, and two streams of clear water swept over Yusuke's face.

"Who says it's not the case? Thanks to him, I have to print out another form now. He is causing trouble to others." Teacher Nakamura shook his head as he said this and stood up, walking towards the printer not far away.

"I don't think Mr. Nakamura is qualified to say that, right? After all, because you went on vacation, Kato-kun took your place."

"Well, I still know this, so it's just a joke." Nakamura Masaru, who felt that he was wrong, turned his back to the two of them and concentrated on copying, no longer defending.

At the same time, a cold feeling came from Kato Yusuke's neck.

Snapped.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his hand and grabbed one of the wrists.

Staring at Kanoko Hasumi beside him, who stretched her hands toward his neck, he frowned slightly and cast a questioning look at the other person.

"The buttons on the collar are open, you are the student council president, right? Then you have to pay good attention to your image." Teacher Hasumi said in a gentle tone, her eyes falling on the collar of his shirt.

"Thank you, I'll just do it myself."

"Hmm~~It doesn't matter, teacher will help you."

The other person shook his head slightly and slightly emphasized the word "teacher".

Kato Yusuke glanced sideways in the direction of the entrance, and let go of his hand after thinking.

Hasumi Kanoko smiled silently at this and began to tie the buttons for him.

While doing this, he was also chanting in a low voice: "The teacher doesn't even know that I have rose flowers embroidered on my underwear... There was a time when I was in school and I liked this sentence very much."

"Because you are a Chinese teacher?"

"I just simply like the melancholy between the lines."

"Is it."

Kato Yusuke responded calmly.

"Well, it's that simple."

Hasumi Kanoko nodded her head, her cold green fingers flexibly shuttled between the collar of his white shirt, tightening the two unbuttoned buttons one after another, like a deft butterfly.

During this period, he occasionally touched the boy's skin or Adam's apple, but it quickly flew away like a dragonfly touching water, causing slight ripples in the lake of his heart.

"Also..."

A low hum floated into one's ears like a gentle breeze.

Hasumi Kanoko smiled lightly: "Today, I am wearing rose flowers."

Kato Yusuke was suddenly startled, but the other party retracted his hands as usual and looked over his shoulder.

"Teacher Nakamura, I really like this sentence written by Kato-chan. If you don't plan to use this, can you give it to me?"

"OK, take it if you like it."

"Well, thank you."

Hasumi Kanoko smiled and picked up the discarded form and walked towards her work station with crisp steps.

The light and swaying figure is like an iris flower blooming in the palm of the hand, with a charming and charming flavor.

At this time, Nakamura Katsu returned to the table with the newly printed form.

"Write this again. Don't write anything weird this time even if it's blank, Kato."

"knew."

Kato Yusuke nodded in response, and wrote down his class and name on the new form as the other party said. Then he handed it back.

"Is this okay?"

"Let me see, um, that's it."

"Okay, then I'll go back."

After seeing Nakamura Masaru's approval, Yusuke planned to leave.

However, the other party suddenly stopped him and took out a paper bag from under the table and handed it over.

"This is?"

"The souvenir is for you."

Cha la la la.

"Momordica charantia……?"

"What? Don't you like it?"

Kato Yusuke sighed with disappointment: "Unfortunately, natto and bitter melon are not within my intake range, but thank you anyway."

"It's quite infuriating to be thanked by you with such a disappointed look on your face." Nakamura Masaru shook his head and said, "Forget it, you can go back."

Yusuke, who was holding the paper bag, bowed slightly, then turned and left.

It's almost noon now.

On the road, many students could be seen walking towards the cafeteria in twos and threes.

Instead of going back to the classroom, I went directly to the school canteen.

As expected, a considerable number of students have gathered here, and the number is gradually increasing.

However, since the canteen has not yet opened, we can only chat and wait nearby.

As for the canteen staff wearing white aprons, they are busy behind the stalls, preparing to deal with the peak flow of people later.

Kato Yusuke didn't stop at this and walked forward directly.

"Please give me two pineapple buns."
To be continued...