The time to play with Nagisa is always short. After the long-lost meal, I helped Miss Miyahara make up for the courses she had missed these days at the last minute, and set the next stage of study outline for her to start self-study, Shiina Iori hurriedly rushed to Marui Seafood to find sea cucumbers.

When I got home, I saw Shino, who was cleaning the room, and there was another twists and turns of Wushan rain.

The life of cohabitation gradually became fixed (if it was not counted as rental time).

However, from the next day, I usually had some leisure time to exercise, and Shiina Iori, who was jogging, lost the qualification to be leisurely at home and outside.

The arrival time required by the student union supervision is before 8 a.m.

Therefore, Shiina Iori got up from around five o'clock to help Shino prepare some snacks, and then rushed to the school.

I have to say that the heroic tomb of the Gentle Land.

Since living with Shino's senior sister... it seems that she started renting a house in Fumiki's apartment. She once kept going to school for previews half an hour before class every day, reviewing after class, and often practiced to expand her knowledge. She began to fall into a simple and kind boy who stepped on several boats at the same time.

Life experiences are truly ever-changing.

Women will indeed affect their studies.

"You're here."

With such philosophical thinking, Shiina Iori was walking around the classroom quickly and walked straight into the student union office. He heard a slightly vicissitudes of hoarse tone coming from behind.

As soon as Shiina Iori turned her head, she realized that the middle-aged teacher behind her seemed a little familiar.

But since I didn't recognize him at first glance, I shouldn't be my teacher.

He frowned: "Is it..."

Because he became older, he instinctively poured out his respectful words.

"I am Chunhu at the foot of the mountain."

The middle-aged man, who had a hoarse voice, opened his mouth full of beard and said.

As if he noticed Shiina Iori's gaze, Haruto Yamashita touched the stubble on his face and the messy hair on his head. He added with a wry smile: "...Former Student President Secretary."

"Oh...well?!"

Shiina Iori was about to pretend to be familiar with her and responded, but she found that she seemed to know her indeed.

When I looked at my face shape and body shape, it seemed that I was really the senior glasses I met before.

But now when I looked over, I suddenly felt that his spirit was several times more haggard, and now I looked so tired that I almost lost my appearance.

"Senior Yamashita, is this?"

"Ah, nothing."

"It's just that I've been working hard for more than a week and only sleeping for three hours a day is the sequelae of it."

"It can be supported by coffee."

"and......"

Yamashita Haruto said, looking at Shiina Iori's gaze with some unknown divine light: "I have understood it too slowly."

"If I had known that the president wanted you to take over the job of secretary, I would have quit the job a week ago... Damn it, that guy shouldn't just use his eyes to signal!"

Halfway through the talk, Chunhu at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but fight with some indignation.

But even the venting action seemed extremely weak. As the fists and palms collided, you could almost hear a crisp skeleton friction sound of "click".

It looks pitiful.

"this......"

Shiina Iori was about to blurt out the comforting words, but she suddenly choked in her mouth and couldn't even say a word.

Just this sentence, thinking of the problem that Terajima Yuki can solve with actions and try not to speak out. Shiina Iori will make up for the general experience of this former secretary senior.

Too difficult.

After thinking for a long time, thinking that all this was caused by himself, Shiina Iori still spoke with a little guilty feeling: "I'm sorry for the luck, senior Yamashita..."

But before he could finish his words, Chunhu Yamashita cried loudly again, "—I will be promoted to vice president by saying that I will give you my position earlier. What will I do this week?"

"It's been in vain."

Shiina Iori's expression was instantly stiff.

So you want to be promoted?

"Anyway, remember to assist the President of Terashima in the future, Shiina Jun."

Yamashita Haruto said this, and it seemed that he had vented most of the energy he had accumulated over the days of his hard work. While handing the bag with seals and documents in his hand to Iori, he smiled and patted his shoulder.

By this time, everyone was all their own people, so Chunhu, who always looked serious, also showed a bit of a teasing expression, and said in ambiguous tone:

"However, it is definitely okay to have a relationship with Shiina Jun and the president, right?"

"Yeah~ Shiina-kun."

"ah??"

Shiina Iori was a little confused, but he had not had time to take action yet.

What's the relationship between the school?

Seeing his somewhat ignorant appearance, Chunhu, who was haggard and stubborn, stretched out his elbow to hit him: "From today, everyone is my own member of the student union, why are you pretending to me?"

"Hey, Shiina Jun. Tell me the truth..."

Chunhuo from Yamashita swept around and came over carefully: "Is President Terajima pregnant? How did you step on two boats in the same school?"

Looking at the face that was vaguely jealous and twisted, Shiina Iori felt that there were more and more doubts in her heart.

Sure enough, did urban legends develop in the form of a single point of truth and nine points of blowjob?

Shiina Iori felt that it would be more appropriate for her to transfer to the sociology major of Wenji.

"cough."

However, before he could start to whisper with Chunhu at the foot of the mountain, he heard a light cough coming from behind the two.

"President Terajima."

Almost in a blink of an eye, Haruto Yamashita, who had just looked jealous and distorted, had become a gentleman, and bowed seriously and bowed toward Yuki Terashima.

The posture is respectful and in line with etiquette.

Yukio Terashima seemed to have heard nothing, glanced at him with a slanted look and said calmly: "Vice President Yamashita, your office is now on the second floor. You can go directly after completing the handover."

"Yes! President Terajima."

The heels were closed together. I wonder if it was because I heard the name of "Vice President" that Terajima had personally admitted, Haruto Yamashita's response seemed particularly sonorous and powerful.

Shiina Iori glanced at him quietly.

He knew very well that fortunately, the five senses that had been trained over the years, even if the conversation between the two of them was three or four meters apart, they could definitely be heard clearly by this woman who walked like a cat.

Chunhu at the foot of the mountain... No, it should be the life of Vice President at the foot of the mountain, so I'm afraid it won't be a good time.

"Iori, come in."

When Yuki Terajima turned his head and spoke to Iori, I wondered if it was Iori's own illusion, but Yuki's tone seemed to be softer than just now.

Just when I saw that expression was still plain and cold, without any emotional ups and downs.

It's like a lonely and dazzling iceberg floating on the sea.

"Um."

Shiina Iori agreed and wanted to follow him in.

But Yuki Terajima paused half a step, turned to look at him: "At this time, it should be said 'yes'."

Iori was stunned for a while when he heard this, and then quickly realized:

"yes."

So, Yuki Terajima's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, and he led Iori into the gate of the conference room first.

It is still a student council room that I have been to many times before. As soon as Terajima entered the door, he stood in front of the table and quickly browsed the documents and information on the desktop, and then placed one of them on the small square table next to the main seat:

"Iori, put this stack up and hand me over the financial application report, management changes, and department additions and decreases, and others are listed in a rough classification."

He did it right away, Terajima Yuki has always been a decisive and decisive person.

On the contrary, Shiina Iori, who had just entered the house, was a little at a loss and asked in a daze: "But isn't the 'subject to the student union'?"

"Normal, I should supervise me to study hard and improve every day, right?"

"Yes."

Yuki Terajima has already sat down in the main seat, and his tone should have answered: "Since it is in the process of 'being supervised', then what content and activities should be completed and carried out by the supervised person during this period should be managed by the student union?"

Upon hearing this, a not-so-beautiful idea suddenly emerged in Shiina Iori's heart.

However, the next second, the obscure smile that slowly emerged on Yuki Terashima's face and the cruel corner of his mouth all proved Shiina's guess in Iori's heart.

The morning sunlight just fell from the floor-to-ceiling window behind Yuki Terashima, reflecting the slender and slender back when Yuki Terashima leaned against the ergonomic chair very long. A long shadow covering half of his cheek was pulled in front of Shiina Iori.

Yuki Terajima crossed his fingers and said this fact in an extremely gentle tone:
To be continued...