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[099] It has nothing to do with me(1/2)

"Then, that's all for this class."

The old-fashioned professor on the podium turned off the course ppt, turned around and began to clean up the textbook reference.

There was a rustling sound of textbook tidying up the textbooks under the class.

Only a small number of people are still improving their notes.

Shiina Iori finished the last few notes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it is the parents coming or living together for the time being, Shiina and Igarashi are inevitably a student, and no matter how they do, they still have to attend classes.

After cooking this morning, after digesting for a while, the two of them went out to school.

Before leaving, Nagisa also returned to the cottage downstairs, leaving only Igarashi's mother at home.

Life is as usual.

After finishing the notes, Shiina knocked on the notebook on the table and put it back on the schoolbag.

Finally, close the cover.

The recent course progress is not too fast. If you continue at this speed, you can basically confirm all the knowledge points of your sophomore stage within one month.

However, you need to find a place to view the reference content.

Shiina Iori was thinking about which professor to ask for a reference list, and the rustling discussions of several classmates sounded in his ears.

"Hey, that girl is so cute."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Probably, I still have a gift."

"Do you want to pick up a conversation?"

"No, maybe you have a boyfriend, you will be beaten."

The people in front were bustling and shoving, and even Panasonic, who was beside him, couldn't help but stare at him, and his fat hand pushed him: "Hey! Hey! Iori?"

"Look at the girl at the door! It's so cute!"

"What? Your love for Hayakawa classmate disappeared intermittently again?"

"How is that possible! I'm just simple lustful."

Shiina Iori was amused by his sarcasm and looked up at the door.

Just as he looked up, the girl at the door seemed to finally find him in the classroom, stretching out a small hand and waving it in the air.

The girl with long hair and waist ran over and smiled cheerfully.

“Ah~”

As if remembering something, the girl raised her phone again and typed on it with one hand.

【Announcing.】

【Sister Ai bought you snacks】

【My school is nearby, she asked me to bring it here.】

Aiba Chiho flipped over his phone and showed it to him with a smile.

While watching him, he stretched out the dessert box held in his other little hand.

Then he typed it again.

【Mango Lychee Cream Tart ~?(???]

【I especially like it】

Shiina Iori saw her holding her cell phone while tilting her head to see his cute expression, and she couldn't help but smile.

"It's Aoba Sang, aren't there any job today?"

Aiba Chiho nodded and typed again.

【This afternoon】

【There are about two or three days of work a week and I have to attend classes normally】

Shiina nodded. Although renting a girlfriend is busier than her boyfriend, the time is also limited - after all, it is too expensive. People who can afford to consume don't like this kind of clear soup, while people who can't afford to spend can only order one or two hours for a temporary pastime.

But I don’t know what happened at Aoye Sang’s family.

In this state, I even have to rent my girlfriend and become self-reliant.

Single-parent family?

He thought about it, and felt a little distressed when he saw the girl's smile: "Okay, please trouble you. I will tell Takitani San when I look back."

"By the way. Which school is Aibasan from? Are they nearby?"

Aoba Chiho nodded, and then picked up his phone and typed it in a crackling manner.

【Tokyo University of the Arts, not far from here】

【Come on a bike for a while】

While typing, she suddenly saw the time on the screen of her phone, and then she panickedly put down the snacks, picked up the phone and turned it over to show him.

【Feel sorry】

【Too late】

【There will be another guest in a while】

【Bye-Bye】

After typing, Aoba Chiho bowed and fell down, then immediately ran out in a small step.

Shiina Iori looked at the girl's figure and sighed a little.

Very hard work.

Ah, it seems that you haven't added Line yet?

No, it seems to have been added.

He just remembered it.

When I looked up again, I saw a group of classmates staring at him strangely.

When he looked over in confusion, time seemed to continue to flow, and many people rustled.

"Is that guy Shiina again?"

"Damn it, I obviously have such a beautiful girlfriend..."

"Speaking of this, wasn't there another girl who came to the classroom last time?"

"Scum? Do you have many boats?"

However, there are only a few people who say this, and most people are already familiar with it.

——After all, it’s Shiina.

Shiina Iori covered her forehead, not knowing what his reputation had been circulated.

Immediately afterwards, a chill rose from behind.

Three big hands stretched out as usual.

However, this time, he was suddenly stopped by a fat body.

"Bang!"

Kazuya Panasonic opened the three of them's ghost hands, grinned and stepped in front of Sansha: "Hey, what do you want to do to my beloved Lord Iori?!"

This guy has been trying his best to live a happy life for himself and Hayakawa Ai's future.

"I tell you that if you want to meet Lord Iori, you must pass this... Oh! Whose scoundrel?"

"puff!"

"Sneak attack? You don't have martial ethics!"

"Oh yell--"

"Hey hey! I have the ability to fight one-on-one!"

"You are so he? Who made the drink bottle kill for thousands of years!"

"What are you going to do? Where did the mortar come from!?"

The Wannian single trio, who was in urgent need of a punching bag, kept silent. He pressed Kazuya on the ground and made a mortar fried pork. There were a sound of humming and ahhhhhh in the classroom.

Shiina Iori turned his head and ran away without any mercy.

According to his understanding of Panasonic, this guy will be rebelled in thirty seconds at most.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I raised my legs, I heard a roar coming from behind.

"Wrong! I admit my mistake!"
To be continued...
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