"I'll tell you later."

Kitahara Nanfeng waved his hand to Mio Natsume.

Just finished speaking, the next second.

He was pulled away by the impatient Yui Miyata.

Natsume Mio watched the three of them leave, looked down at the water cup in her arms, suddenly turned around and turned back to Kendo.

On the other side.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was dragged back to the classroom.

Yui Miyata let him go, pulled out the application form from his desk, and slapped it on his desk.

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at it, took out a pen, and signed his name.

Yui Miyata leaned over and looked down at him after signing, and immediately stretched out his white little hand to him.

"Are you Chitanda? Such a short Chitanda."

Beiyuan Nanfeng complained and put the application form for admission in her hands.

No special effects.

But her eyes really look like Chitanda.

Bright and godly.

It seems that every moment is saying, 'I'm curious'.

Yui Miyata tilted her head, and seemed to not understand what he was talking about.

She thought about it, put the application form of the admission department, put it into the pocket of her skirt, and then stretched out her hand toward Nanfeng, North Yuan.

"What else do you want?" Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her in confusion.

Yui Miyata also knew that he didn't understand, so she returned to her position and wrote a note.

Then he trotted back and showed it to the sight of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Thank you for joining the club, giving me five yen and then making a wish to me. Maybe your wish will come true."

"You have to be so confident to ask for money?"

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled, took out his pocket, and found a five-yen coin.

Just about to hand it to her.

But I suddenly remembered her special state.

The north and south wind were in action.

"Are you a god to realize your wishes or something?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her and asked tentatively.

Yui Miyata smiled brightly at him and said nothing.

...I can't say it either.

"never mind."

Kitahara Nanfeng put five yen in her palm: "Just treat me as nonsense. As for the wish, let it go, or keep it first, and tell you when I think of it."

Miyata Yui nodded vigorously.

Then he put the five yen into the pocket of his skirt, turned his head and took out the note.

"Remember to come to the club to participate in the club activities tomorrow. This is the Minister's order!"

"What a great official power." Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched.

Yui Miyata smiled sweetly at him, took off the note in front and let the next note be exposed.

"Also, you are the lead singer."

"You guy..." Beiyuan Nanfeng was about to speak.

She quickly pulled off the second note and displayed the third note in front of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"I'm going home, so that's all today, disband, see you tomorrow!"

After confirming that Beiyuan Nanfeng saw the words on the last note clearly.

Yui Miyata turned her head and ran away.

The north wind raised his head.

Only see her back

And her two bunches of ponytails that gently swung along with her running.

"?"

The north wind slowly raised a question mark.

Before he could recover.

The cell phone in my pocket rang again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took out his cell phone and took a look.

It's LINE information.

From Mio Natsume.

A simple and clear sentence.

"Brother Yes, go home."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the time in the upper right corner of his phone.

It's only 4:30 now.

Usually, the Kendo Ministry ends its club activities until at least six o'clock...

North Yuan South Wind: "?"

...

On the other side.

Yui Miyata carried her bag and trotted towards the school gate.

At the school gate.

She saw Mio Natsume carrying a bag.

The two looked at each other, and Mio Natsume was a little surprised.

Yui Miyata smiled at her, speeding up her pace and rushed out of the school gate, like a wind.

Rumbled by.

After rushing out of the school gate.

Her pace finally slowed down.

But she seemed quite happy.

Steps are light.

He also jumped for a while.

until.

Turning a corner.

I saw a black Toyota parked in the corner and people standing next to the car.

Miyata Yui's face collapsed suddenly.

The quick walk slowly turned into a ferry step.

The brisk steps gradually became heavier.

But the distance is that long.

No matter how slow she is, she will always walk to the front of the car.

"Miss."

Standing next to the black Toyota was an old man in a bathrobe, with a stern look of the last century and a kind face. There was a scar on his left face that almost covered his entire face, which made him look a little terrifying from a distance.

He took the initiative to meet Yui Miyata who walked very slowly.

Yui Miyata sighed and handed him the bag.

Then he got into the car.

The old man sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and placed Yui Miyata's bag on the passenger seat.

Then he was silent for a while.
To be continued...