Shiina Iori and her two girls leisurely wandered from early morning to two o'clock in the afternoon.

From a distance, the call from Ryoko Natsume, the aunt of the neighborhood committee of the community office, came from the speakers tied up on the cement telephone poles:

"Ahem...Moses Moses--"

The sound on the radio was a little blurred at first.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of pounding the microphone was heard, making people's eardrums hurt.

Shiina Iori was walking on the road, her forehead rose for no reason and looked dark.

I have a bad feeling.

"Here, on behalf of Saira Thomasumi United Community Office, I would like to express my sincere thanks and praise to Haipao Co., Ltd., which sponsors this sea girl ceremony. In addition, our project, Thomasumi United Community Office solemnly recommends natural seafood refrigerated gift packages sold by Haipao Co., Ltd., natural..."

Listening to Natsume Ryoko still whispering in the radio room with her carefree voice, the pedestrians on the road did not look angry, but many people stopped and listened.

Looking back at the people I knew, everyone smiled.

These locals seem to have long been used to the unreliable style of Ryoko Natsume, the neighborhood aunt.

Shiina Iori couldn't help but cover her face, as if she was feeling cramped because she was familiar with that guy Ryoko.

Fortunately, this guy is not very good, so I thank my father for doing it with his heart.

It was not until Natsume Ryoko read the advertising slogans for nearly five minutes on the radio as an aunt of the neighborhood committee to her company that she finally turned the topic to the topic with some unfinished desire:

"Next, the Sea Girls Competition is about to enter the preparation stage. Please wait near the entrance of the Sea Bao Jingbo Coast Hostel and line up to receive their respective participating numbers."

"Each person can bring two family members into the room."

"Oh hiss~ that's all!"

"Everyone remember to come quickly, the distribution of the competition cards will be over in half an hour!"

Hearing Natsume Ryoko's greetings, there was no sensation on the streets that gradually became crowded and lively.

Everyone still looked quiet and leisurely, as if they were neither hurry nor slow.

It seems that no one cares about the so-called time requirements of Ryoko Natsume.

I think it is a small event, and even the participants need Ryoko Natsume to pull it himself. Naturally, the total number of participants can be imagined. It is common for ten people to maintain their names and only one or two of them are included in the competition.

I guess Ryoko Natsume herself knows this very well.

“By the way.”

Halfway through speaking, Ryoko Natsume suddenly remembered something and continued to shout in the radio room: "Iori? Iori is there?"

"If you are there, remember to come here quickly, there is an available seat in the judges' district!"

"Because the teacher we hired before was not in good health, you can only score the swimsuit!"

Standing in the crowded crowd, Shiina Iori, who was still holding a popsicle handed over by Yui, was stunned when he accidentally bitten the ice cube fell to the ground with a squeak.

Shiina Maki and Igarashi Yui who were beside him turned their eyes subconsciously to Iori.

At this moment, the expression on Shiina Iori's face suddenly changed from the dumb and muddy chicken just now to extremely sad and angry.

Aunt Liangzi?!

I usually just call you a little older, why is this?

Why is this?!

Just when he was so sad and angry, he suddenly burst into a boiling sound when the crowd was still stable.

A group of subtle female voices muttered from far to near.

"Wait? Will Shiina Jun come too!?"

"Swimsuit rating? It turns out that you need to prepare a swimsuit!!"

"Damn it, I accidentally gained a little weight recently!"

"What should I do! I was too nervous a few days ago and didn't sign up!"

The originally sparse sounds bloomed in the crowd from time to time, and inadvertently gathered into a wave of sound.

At the same time, not only did Iori see young women in the crowd, but also men from all walks of life from old men in their 80s to small men in their twilight years, all of them looked like the group's eyes shining.

"Swimsuit? What swimsuit?"

"Isn't the Sea Girls Competition a game of finding abalone with white turbans?! Why do you still have swimsuits?"

"Damn it! Who is this Shiina Iori!" - This is a middle-aged sex critic who wishes he can replace him.

"Just, I'll go and have a look first."

"Go together."

Listening to the crowd of discussions around him, Shiina Iori couldn't help but cover her face for a moment.

Damn it.

The woman Natsume Ryoko is so skilled at grasping people's hearts.

In just one sentence, it is even easier to use than a stack of hundreds of leaflets.

Seeing the crowd that was originally drifting with the flow gradually gathering towards the direction of Haibao Coast Hostel, Shiina Iori suddenly had an enlightenment in her heart, "Ah, this person seems to be lost today."

"Iori?"

Yui looked at him in confusion, holding a popsicle in one hand, and a frozen stiff feeling came from the big hand held in the other hand.

"No, it's okay."

Shiina Iori Kotori smiled and said with difficulty: "Let's go there too."

"oh."

......

Forty-five minutes later.

The second floor lobby of Haibao Hostel.

At this time, the entire second-floor hall was emptied, and the tables, chairs and sofas were freed up. At this time, there were young girls standing in line who had already changed into competition costumes and stood upright.

In this queue, many people didn't come for the competition at all. Several of them even had light waterproof makeup on their faces, all of whom looked upright, and glanced at the front with a faint shy or confident look, all of whom were smiling.

Obviously, this is not a man's paradise.

It is a harem alternative room for Shiina who did not want to be named.

"Ai Takekawa, No. 35."

"Pass."

Situated at the wooden table, Iori Shiina looked serious and held the gold wire glasses frame with one hand. She looked like she was waving under the willows. She completely ignored the charming eyes of the classmate Takekawa who was wearing a classic black tight swimsuit opposite her, and even her pupils were magnified a little.

Being despised.

My hands holding paper and pen, and I drew a ‘7’ on the scoring column as if I was completely indifferent.

It’s not because the Miss Takekawa in front of her has any special appearance or figure, but because the number 7 is not up or down, it is impossible to make people think that the other party was rated as a "beauty" by him, and it does not express the intention of underestimating the contestant, which stimulates the other party to do some irrational behavior and avoids a lot of trouble for himself.

Therefore, looking up from Miss Takeuchi, the scores of the top 34 contestants were all 7 points.

Both his eyes and his glasses showed a very obvious point - I had a bad look!

However, this behavior and focus inexplicably aroused many people's desire to try from the side.

Shiina Jun's eyes are not good?

Doesn’t that mean...he might fall in love with me?!

The moment after thinking about this, the female compatriots who had vaguely lost confidence in themselves compared to many young beauties suddenly felt a little confident in their hearts, and even their energy seemed to have improved a little.

It seemed that the pupils were lit.

After realizing this, Shiina Iori almost vomited an old mouthful of blood.

Sure enough, rating the women you can't afford to offend is a fatal errand.

"well......"

Just as he was holding his forehead with his hands and sighing in a low voice, he heard a crisp sound of footsteps.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, it's okay."

Shiina Iori subconsciously answered, and her head was vaguely lowered and suddenly became stiff.

Crack-

The neck bones straightened their heads in a rust-like hard sound.

What caught my eye was a pair of gentle eyes that bent into a waning moon in a subtle smile.

At the same time, the kind and gentle voice from the little fox senior: "How come it's okay? Isn't this quite interesting?"

"Right, Iori Kun?"
To be continued...