Chapter 142 Result

Tsukasa Aoki was flipping through the questionnaires in his office, and soon the questionnaire for Miao Fujiwara's class appeared in his eyes.

He quickly took the stack of questionnaires in his hand, held the corner with one hand and scanned it several times before finding a piece of scratch paper sandwiched inside. Aokiji looked at it and found that it was indeed filled with all kinds of disgusting sentences, which was simply shocking! No wonder this guy didn't even sign the manuscript. He was so scared that he had to steal it back. If anyone saw this thing, not to mention Miao Fujiwara, even Tsukasa Aoki would probably have to take a week or two off to adjust their mood.

It is full of words like 'You are the wind and I am the sand', 'You are the swan and I am the toad', 'You are the salted fish and I am the braised pork' and so on. Aokiji felt goosebumps all over his body after just one glance.

Aokiji sighed, stuffed the manuscript papers into his pocket, arranged the table, and tried to restore the manuscript papers to their original state.

However, just as Aokiji was stacking up the last stack of questionnaires, a familiar name on the top one caught Aokiji's attention.

"Senior Saeko's questionnaire? Didn't she ask for leave and didn't come? Was it written by a friend for help?" Aokiji glanced at it curiously. When he realized that it seemed inappropriate to peek at it by himself, he had already read it. about there.

Sorry sorry! Aokiji felt a little apologetic in his heart. However, is Saeko-senpai's situation similar to mine? Why is it only written about the father's situation and leaving the mother's position empty? Did something happen to her mother?

Aokiji couldn't help but wanted to take another look. However, just when he glanced again and saw nothing, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Si-kun?" Teruhashi Shinmei's sudden voice made Tsukasa Aoki freeze in place.

Aokiji hurriedly turned around, pretending to be nonchalant: "Ah? Why is classmate Xinmei here?"

Seeing Aokiji's cold sweat gradually falling down, Teruhashi Komimi looked at him suspiciously. Narrowing her eyes without any trace, Teruhashi Shinmei smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'll hand in the questionnaire."

Miao Fujiwara and others outside were hesitating just now, and Si Jun was also a little flustered. What are they hiding? A sharp light flashed in Teruhashi Shinmei's squinted eyes.

Aokiji rubbed his head and laughed awkwardly: "That's good. I came here to ask the teacher for something, but he happened to be away. I'll come back at another time. That's it, I'll go out first!"

"Oh, okay." Teruhashi Shinmei nodded, and saw Aokiji quickly walked past her and walked out of the door.

Teruhashi Komimi took two steps forward, carefully placed the questionnaire in her arms on the table, and placed Aoki Tsukasa's questionnaire at the bottom. The strange male classmate just peeked at Tsukasa Aoki's questionnaire, which made Teruhashi Xinmei think a little more.

However, before Si Jun opened the door just now, he didn't know what he was looking at, right?

Teruhashi Komimi looked at the table carefully, and after a while, she zeroed in on a questionnaire with Busujima Saeko's name written on it.

Couldn't it be? !

Teruhashi Shinmei's face turned pale. Her legs were a little weak and she staggered two steps, but she realized that she seemed to have kicked something. Looking down, a crumpled piece of draft paper appeared at my feet.

She remembered clearly that there was nothing on the floor when she entered the house.

Did Si Jun drop it?

Teruhashi Shinmei reached out and picked it up, unfolded it, and her eyes widened at the contents inside.

"How could it be, how could it be like this?" Teruhashi Shinmei seemed to have seen some kind of monster. She took a step back with fear in her eyes. The manuscript paper in her hand fell to the ground weakly, her expression dull.

Was this written by Si Jun?

Why are the handwriting so ugly and written in such a boring way? And who is he writing this to? Teruhashi Shinmei thought of Busujima Saeko's name, and her face turned even paler.

"That." Aokiji opened the door of the office and saw the draft paper slowly slipping from Teruhashi Kotomi's hand. He hurriedly took three steps and turned into two steps, picked it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and raised his eyebrows at Qiao Xinmei with a strange expression: "This is not mine, don't get me wrong."

Classmate Xinmei must also be shocked by these words, right? When he thought that Teruhashi Sumimi also saw this annoying sentence, and when he thought about Fujiwara Miao's desperate expression, Aokiji felt a little want to laugh.

Teruhashi Shinmei saw that even though Aokiji said that this thing was not hers, his expression could not hide his smile, and she felt a chill in her heart. She asked in a low tone: "Then, whose is this?"

Should we sell Miao Fujiwara directly? Aokiji thought for a while and felt that he still had to show some loyalty, so he smiled and said: "I can't talk about this, but this does belong to a friend of mine."

"Oh" Teruhashi Shinmei nodded blankly, then mechanically took steps towards the door.

It's over, it's over! Something big happened! In Teruhashi Xinmei's heart, alarm bells rang loudly: This is a big crisis!

How to do! Xinmei, cheer up, Xinmei! You want to be the most perfect girl among the seven billion people on earth! You want to be the girl that millions of girls dream of! Never give up just yet! cheer up!

Teruhashi Shinmei was shouting crazily in her heart, but her expression was still unhappy. She remained dumbfounded and followed Aoki Tsukasa with absent-minded eyes.

Aokiji walked out of the door and glanced angrily at Miao Fujiwara, who was waiting for him with a smile at the door. He patted him on the head and pointed to his pocket. Miao Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully: "Let's go, boss, I'll treat you to the coffee today!"

"Don't forget us!" Tora Maeda and Daitake Matsusaka hugged his neck playfully.

In this way, Aokiji and his party walked downstairs with relaxed expressions - except for Teruhashi Komimi.

And just after the group of people walked down, a figure crept into the dean's office.

This is Haruta Kawamoto who failed to read the questionnaire just now. Kawamoto Haruta, who had just handed all the questionnaires to Teruhashi Xinmei as soon as he went upstairs, hid in the distance for a long time. He didn't dare to walk into the office until he saw Aokiji and the others walking away.

"Where, where, where!" Kawamoto Haruta quickly flipped through the questionnaire on the table, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

found it!

Haruta Kawamoto's eyes widened with excitement, and he quickly took out his cell phone, took a picture of the questionnaire, and sent it to Kazushi Kinda.

"Huh, I'm finally done." Haruta Kawamoto finally breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

However, before he could return the questionnaire to its original place.

"Crack."

The door of the office was pushed open, and a sturdy middle-aged man looked at the flustered Haruta Kawamoto with a look of shock on his face, and angrily shouted: "Which class are you from? What were you looking for just now?"

Kawamoto Haruta hesitated in a panic, and the sweat on his forehead was exaggeratedly running down his face.

It’s over!

Haruta Kawamoto felt that his vision was getting dark, and he wailed in his heart: After this time, even if I beat him to death, I would never mess with Kazushi Kinda!

Even if you follow Aokiji and shave your head, it is much better than living such a miserable life!

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"No?" The author gradually frowned.

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