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【471】Wen Chun(2/2)

"Ask at the Hara family? Marui Aki?"

"Escape?"

"Where is the direction of escape?"

"If you can't find it, you don't have to come back."

"Um."

......

In the next few days, except for spending a few unforgettable nights at the beginning, Shiina Iori's pace of life did not change much.

The daily schedule is still at school and home.

Because I studied two professional courses at the same time, and they were all big classes, Shiina Iori's school time was always stuffed. After school, they were often tangled up by the trivial matters of life made up by three women and one play.

Therefore, he did not notice the traffic storm that has been brewing on the Internet during this period.

In other words, Shiina Iori, a newbie who has only entered the entertainment industry for less than three months, has underestimated the wave of public opinion in the circle as a "super newbie".

The only thing that can make him see the leopard is the number of fans of the N-site account [Sakurai Rito] these days, which surged with a nearly straight upward trend.

But unfortunately, Mr. Shiina did not follow the other contributions brought to him by this account, except for the 'after-tax income this month' figure.

As a result, some things that gradually made Mr. Shiina unable to understand gradually emerged around him like mushrooms after a rain.

“That’s all for today’s course…”

The professor on the stage had just put together the lesson plans in his hands and issued the order to finish the get out of class. He was placed behind the full classroom. He stood up with a group of young female students holding various textbooks in his hands.

The bald professor was stunned for a moment.

I turned around and glanced at PPT and confirmed that my course was indeed production operation management, not other elective courses. Then I turned my head back with a confused look on my face.

Then, I found that the group of female students who stood up did not go out, and they all seemed to be waiting for the starting guns to fire, and they kept sprinting and starting movements at all times.

If you look closely, you will find that many of the textbooks in their hands have nothing to do with his course.

There are even a few who have obtained textbooks that were obviously not compiled by their Dongda University, and I don’t know how they got involved.

"Wait, you guys!"

Out of his sense of responsibility as an in-service professor, Professor Bald Ding still called the most suspicious people first.

However, with this sound, the crowd suddenly surging like a wave, swirling towards the front and back doors.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the first person in this group marathon is a boy wearing a hoodie.

"Bang."

Shiina Iori quickly rushed out of the classroom, rushed through the corner at a speed that was far beyond ordinary people, quickly found a path and turned to the second floor in a twist, then directly climbed through the window and then turned into a toilet from the corridor on the first floor.

The whole process was like the escape of an agent in the movie, and even CUT was not needed.

It was not until he hid in a staff lounge holding the book in his hand that he finally breathed a long sigh.

However, there was still a bit of lingering fear in his eyes.

“What’s the situation?”

"Who are these guys?"

“Where did it come out?”

"Luckily, the president of the student union doesn't care?"

Shiina Iori looked at her watch and complained quietly.

In fact, similar phenomena have always existed, after all, Iori also knows that his charm is here.

Even when I first entered school, I always had some bored seniors and sisters took the time to sit with him in the same classroom during the elective course, trying to find opportunities to talk to him and exchange Line accounts.

Shiina Iori also showed a very tolerant attitude towards these girls who were greedy for their bodies.

But this round in the past two days has not been right.

Whether it is professional courses, elective courses, or even physical education practice courses.

Unconsciously, a large circle of unknown girls surrounded him, and I don’t know if it was because of unified command. Under the attack of the security forces in the school, this group of people was like the enemy retreating, the enemy advances, and the mountain troops gathered and dispersed freely. No matter where he was, he could find them immediately.

I barely maintained order during class, but once I waited until the get out of class was over, I would always come forward and ask questions in a while. Occasionally, I would also ask for a small signature, asking for a small object such as a pen or pencil core.

It makes people so hard to defend!

It was not until later that he finally discovered that he could only stole the camera if he hid in the staff lounge, men's and women's toilets, temporary locker rooms, etc.

I don't know who is so powerful...

Frowning and thinking, Shiina Iori wiped away the cold sweat from her forehead and turned around to check out the room to go to the classroom for the next class.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, the wardrobe opened from the inside with a click, a buck-toothed man with a certificate hanging around his neck jumped out, and leaned closer with a smile on his face:

"Hello, Mr. Sakurai! I am a reporter from Tokyo Metropolitan Magazine. Is there any now..."

"Sorry, I'm going to go to class soon."

He directly refused the interview request from the man in front of him, and Shiina Iori went out with a stern face.

As expected, after walking out for a few steps, a group of bustling bells and swallows were already following behind him.

Many of them even called "Sakurai Jun", "the head of the family" and "Master Sakurai", which made people's ears hurt.

The intimacy in the name makes people even wonder if they were hired.

"Please stop!"

Walking to the center of the stairs, Shiina Iori looked at the seven or eight girls who were getting closer and closer, and warned with her brows: "I understand everyone's behavior, but now it is not my working hours. Your behavior will interfere with the teaching order in the school."

"If you continue to follow me like you are now, I will choose to call the police!"

Leng Yan said coldly, Shiina Iori's feet quickly and ran towards the next classroom without looking back.

The girls who left behind couldn't help but look at each other for a while after hearing this, hesitated for a few steps, but still didn't continue to follow.

......

A van interview car is on the corner of the street in Dongdayuan.

A woman with an interview sign hanging around her neck was holding a lunch box in her hand, her wide sunglasses were lifted to her forehead, and the chopsticks in her hand were quite large, so she was neatly digging food into her mouth.

However, just halfway through the meal, I seemed to have seen something in my heart. I quickly threw the lunch box to the side and immediately answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yeah...oh."

"Then you guys come out first."

As if hearing the movements from her side, a camera guy sitting in the middle raised his head and asked, "Is he driven out so soon this time?"

"Who knows."

After hanging up the phone, the woman picked up the lunch box and continued to eat for a few bites, confused:

"Maybe these top students don't have any idol airs, right?"

“Or, not interested?”

"Suck it... Anyway, the fans who have been organized this round have basically not received any useful information."

The cameraman frowned when he heard this: "The speed of driving people from Dongda in the past few days has been getting faster and faster...Kanzaki, are you sure there is big news about the kid?"

"Will it waste several days of energy in vain?"

"Sure!"

As he said that, he seemed to think the sign on his neck was a bit inconvenient. The woman called Kanzaki slapped the sign on the seat and sweared to the death, and the flames in her eyes were burning very vigorously:

"...This guy can definitely dig out a super big material!"
Chapter completed!
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