The classroom used for preaching is large enough to accommodate everyone. The three classes that came to visit were lined up from front to back in the order of A, B, and C. As someone who should not have appeared here, Nian Lingna naturally sat in the last position.

But it's not a disgusting. At least it feels much better than sitting in front and surrounded by a group of strangers.

As the classroom curtains were pulled up, the lights in the room were all turned off except the front, and the faint shadow separated her from the front, Nian Lingna even felt a little more relaxed.

In the place where the lights were shrouded on the podium, the person in charge of both sides were giving speeches and saying some beautiful and polite words in circles.

Faced with this kind of scene, the students in the audience had already experienced many battles. They looked straight, their expressions were relaxed, and their spirits were even more unaware of where they had been.

Nian Lingna is no exception.

Hiding in the shadow of no one paying attention, the curiosity that he forcibly suppressed on the road just now swelled uncontrollably.

Is Kiyomizu Sang still a student? Then how could he appear in Toho? And he looks very close to Toho's producer? Was it a coincidence in the cafe that day? Why did he come to help me?

He looked up and saw that the person who gave a speech on the stage had been replaced by Horikoshi's student representative. Nonian Reina was immersed in her own world with confidence.

There were countless possibilities in my heart, but none of them seemed to have enough evidence. It just made her feel inexplicably distressed while blushing and her heartbeat.

Who is Qingshuisang?

The girl in trouble was finally awakened by the commotion ahead.

He hurriedly raised his head and found that except for the person who was speaking on the podium, who turned into Waseda's students, everything was as usual. So he quietly pricked up his ears and the whispers of the girls in the front row floated over.

"Hey, the one over there is Qingshuisang, right?"

"Hey? Where?"

"Next to the podium, the one against the wall."

"Really! It's really handsome..."

Reina Nonian straightened her back, widened her eyes and crossed the numerous figures in front of her, searched hard for a while, and finally found Shimizu Toru in the shadow on the left side of the podium.

He stood against the wall, his tall body straight. The expression on his face was blurred because the distance was too far, and he could only see a sketch-like outline. With the short hair hanging on his forehead, the whole person was conveyed to Nian Lingna's eyes.

It was like cedar, or like a white light flashed by the blade of her opponent's wooden sword during her kendo practice before, which made her unable to remove her eyes for a while.

The girls in the front row were still talking.

"By the way, Yumi. You can go and ask for the contact information of Kiyomizu Sang later."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

"I'm worried about being rejected."

The previous discussion was silent for a few seconds and then rang again.

"To be honest, Hasegawa Sang over there is also good, right? And it seems to be easy to talk to."

"But... it looks a bit frivolous... Maybe he is a very fickle person."

"It's true that Qingshui Sang is better..."

"yes…"

The front was quiet for the time being, but the noise in other places did not stop.

Perhaps it was influenced by the sudden commotion that the person who was preaching on the podium seemed to have been disrupted. The originally smooth words became a bit bumpy, and the voice revealed a sense of tension.

Finally came to the end.

"This is the end of my preaching part. Next, please ask Shimizu Tetsuki to introduce his content."

The man felt relieved, wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead with his hands, and hurriedly stepped down from the stage.

But the commotion in the classroom did not stop, but instead tended to be intensified.

In Rena Nonian's eyes, every time Shimizu Tetsu took a step on the stage, the light in front of the classroom gathered on him, and the atmosphere in the classroom became even more lively.

In addition to the girls' arguments, there are also some boys' pretending disdain.

"What, what's so amazing about this level."

"It's not a mere guy."

As if he hadn't heard these sounds, Qingshui came to the center of the podium. In Nian Lingna's eyes, he was bright enough to cover up other things.

If Sang Shimizu became an actor, it would definitely be very popular.

This thought came up in his mind for no reason, and Nian Reina shook her head secretly: Even if he is not an actor, it is already dazzling enough. On the contrary, he seems to be useless if he removes this actor status. In terms of appearance, Yui San Aragaki, a senior who is in the same office, the school is just a communications-based Horikoshi Middle School, and there is basically no hope of getting into college.

She was just the most ordinary girl. Thinking of this, she was a little discouraged.

The sound from the front row came again.

"By the way, Yumi, are you bringing your phone? Take a photo."

"Are there any teacher watching?"

"What are you afraid of? Someone else is taking pictures anyway."

Sure enough, there were sounds of shutters one after another.

The girl named Yumi looked around and took out her cell phone.

"Let me see. Yumi, have you heard that legend, too?"

“Which?”

"Under the cherry blossom tree at school, set the photos of the person you secretly love to be on your mobile phone desktop, and you can confess it successfully in one month."

"No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to be true, right? I don't know where the nonsense came from."

"So what? By the way, send me a photo."

"good."

Perhaps these movements exceeded the limit of turning a blind eye, and the teachers who were originally sitting in the back row stood up one after another.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Silent!"

Taking advantage of the chaos in front, Nian Lingna took out her small silver phone from her uniform pocket. She found a gap that no one noticed, raised it over the shoulders of the front row people, and quickly pressed the "OK" button in the middle of the keyboard.

Shimizu Tetsuya stood in the middle of the podium, looking at the messy scene below and the purple-colored face of the Vice Principal Horikoshi next to him, he also had a headache.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly approached the microphone with his palm, and a sour beeping sound came from the speakers throughout the classroom. Thanks to this, the sound below stagnated for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Shimizu Tetsu coughed lightly and immediately began to preach: "Good morning everyone, I am Shimizu Tetsu from Waseda Literature Department..."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the manuscript in front of him, he remembered a face he had just seen.

Is it an illusion?

Before he could think about it, he turned the pages of the manuscript in his hand.

...

"…The main plots in my book are these. The title of the book is "Night Hiking". Anyone who is interested can find it in the bookstore. The above is my introduction. Thank you. Next is the visit. Please follow the arrangements of the teachers in this class..."
Chapter completed!