A relaxing and pleasant weekend passed quickly.

In the past two days, in addition to accompanying Mio to practice, Beihara Nanfeng also adapted to the spirit that entered the right level and could leave the body.

The adaptation result is pretty good.

The ability to throw out the styling faster is a good result for Beiyuan Nanfeng, which only treats the styling as a consumable.

Exit-body psychic energy constructs the schema faster and more violently.

It fits perfectly with him.

...Although Mio complains that he is like a berserker.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng does like this style.

And perhaps it was affected by the pleasant weekend.

After returning to school on Monday, Beiyuan Nanfeng was in a good mood.

After changing shoes at the door, I changed my shoes and Mio Natsume was separated.

Back to class.

After Beiyuan Nanfeng had a happy time playing with his mobile phone, the rest of the class also arrived one after another.

When Beiyuan Nanfeng brushed his phone, he occasionally found that people around him seemed to be glancing from the corner of his eyes.

Probably because of last Friday’s basketball game.

Although no one still talked to him.

But at least he was not ignored.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thinks this is a good sign...

"...Hello, Kitahara classmate."

A female classmate with a big butt with a big butt was not named after the North Yuan Nanfeng. After hesitating for a while.

Suddenly he walked towards Beiyuan Nanfeng and took the initiative to talk.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was evaluating how much his reputation was, looked up and looked at her inexplicably.

The female classmate noticed that Nanfeng from Beiyuan looked over, shrank her shoulders and took a step back.

"Don't look like I'm going to beat you, I won't hit anyone." Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled at her, "And look at the people in the class who have seen it. Once I hit you, at least a dozen people rushed over, and I can't stand it."

Anyway, I can hold on or not.

That's what it means.

When the female classmate heard Beiyuan Nanfeng teasing herself, she seemed to relax a little.

"Is there anything wrong?" Beiyuan Nanfeng asked patiently.

“I’m the manager of the basketball department.”

Perhaps it was Beiyuan Nanfeng's attitude that played a role, and the female classmate finally spoke.

"Well, is there anything wrong?" Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded and looked at her encouragement.

After taking a deep breath, the female classmate quickly said, "...Are you interested in joining the basketball department? As long as you join our basketball department, I think we will definitely enter the IH Kanto Competition! Maybe we can even enter the national competition!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested. At that time, I just saw the young people in the class going to fight, and I had a club I joined... Well, the Qingyin Department."

Kitahara Nanfeng finished listening to her patiently, then politely rejected her, and subconsciously looked at Yui Miyata's location.

But Miyata Yui is not in her position.

Wouldn't you ask for leave again?

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned and inexplicably had such thoughts.

The female classmate standing in front of him was a little disappointed when she heard him rejection: "Are you really not interested?"

"Yeah, sorry." Nanfeng Kitahara turned his eyes to her again.

Hearing that Beiyuan Nanfeng refused again.

The female classmate could only nod and give up.

But probably because she had never spoken with Beiyuan Nanfeng, she would be very rare to say anything. Even if she knew Beiyuan Nanfeng refused, she did not rush to leave, but mustered up the courage to ask again:

"By the way, I'll ask you a presumptuous question. Just now, Kitahara classmate said that he had joined the light voice department. Do you still know musical instruments?"

“Can some.”

"That's how..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng chatted with this unknown female classmate for a few words.

About three minutes later.

The female classmate said goodbye and left.

I returned to my own small circle, started chatting with a few JKs who were looking at this side, and looked at the North Yuan Nanfeng together.

Loomingly.

Kitahara Nanfeng seemed to hear words like かっこいい (so handsome).

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt that they were talking about themselves.

Um.

...Anyway, I don't need money, so I won't lose money if I comfort myself for a moment.

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled, stretched his waist, leaned on the back of the chair, and then looked at Yui Miyata.

Class is coming soon.

...

Yui Miyata did take leave.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was not surprised by this, but he really found it a little strange.

In addition, there is less of such a full-minded classmate.

The north and south winds are more or less uncomfortable.

...I feel that my vitality is insufficient.

But there is nothing we can do if we don't adapt.

I can only wait until I see her next time and ask.

The calm Monday ended, a little boring.

At the end of the last lesson.

Beiyuan Nanfeng yawned, turned his head and looked out the window, and sighed.

And at the same time.

Fujiki Masato and Miraki Kei also stepped into the school gate at the time point before school and showed their documents to the guard.

...

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

After finishing the day's course, Beiyuan Nanfeng played with his cell phone for a while, then carried his bag and walked towards the club building where Qingyin's department was located.

However, today's club building is a bit weird.

When the north-land south wind passed, the community building was a bit surprisingly quiet.

In the past, this was not the case for community buildings.

Because there are many clubs, every time I get off school, I am the same as Kabukicho.

However, Nanfeng Kitahara felt that it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't care much, so he walked directly to the floor where Qingyinte was located.

But it turns out.

It was too early for him to draw conclusions.

Go up to the third floor.

The corridor is full of people.

Beiyuan Nanfeng observed and found that everyone looked like they were watching the fun.

And the lively body seems to be on the side of the light voice.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

He stood outside the crowd, frowned, and continued to move forward.

"Please let go."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said something to the guy who was watching the fun behind him.
To be continued...