Vol 2 Chapter 7: Girl fans

Finally, he walked into the school gate. Both his friends and Jinghua felt tired. It was definitely not caused by a fifteen-minute walk.
Looking at each other, they all saw the bitter smile in each other's eyes. It's unbelievable. On weekdays, two girls who paid much attention to etiquette attracted the attention of passers-by because they made too much noise on the street.
Especially for the third time, when approaching the school, many male and female students wearing the same style of school uniforms were watching them fortunately, but no one knew them? This did not make the two women feel happy at all.
After entering the school, Didan High School is a square concrete playground. Facing the school gate is a white three-story main teaching building, a community building of the same height on the right, and an indoor gym on the left. The main building is connected to the club building, and the stadium is connected by a covered cloister.
At this time, more than half of the students were concentrated in this playground. Especially before the release column of the class division list was full of people.
The friend frowned and there were men and women across the brow. She couldn't accept being close together.
"Sister Chi Bo, shall we wait a little bit?"
"Huh?" Ikebo Jinghua lost his mind slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. She hadn't answered yet, and the friend who didn't see this point took her hand and walked towards a place with fewer people. To be honest, the friends from the girls' school are nervous for gathering so many boys around, and they are both good looks. Their temperament is very different. Standing together is very attractive.
From time to time, you can see some boys asking each other, ‘Who are those two’, ‘Does anyone know’ or something.
The friend pulled Jinghua all the way to the side near the corridor, only a little relief, she regretted not coming with Jingyu. Instead, Jinghua observed the details and saw her unnaturalness. Even when she arrived here, she did not take the initiative to release her hand.
My friend felt it and cast his grateful eyes on Jinghua, "Actually, I am also the one who transferred in this semester. If you can, in private, don't call me a senior. Call me my name, friend, we are already friends Now."
"This is the best way." Jinghua practiced kendo, and she also had her hearty side. "People want to call me Jinghua too."
It has to be said that the speed at which girls become friends with each other is really fast.
I have been waiting here for a while, there are 2/3 fewer people on the playground, and my friends and Jinghua have gone back again. After finding their assigned classes, they entered the teaching building and replaced their indoor shoes. Seeing to be separated, Jinghua finally stopped his friends.
"If you can, my friend, please help me, please teach me more." She prayed with her hands folded.
The ‘that one’ mentioned here was the third time she attracted passers-by when she was told by her friends.
"Hey?" The friend knew what Jinghua was talking about, but he still couldn't understand: "Aren't you going to join the kendo department he directs? When the time comes, can you just ask him to teach?"
auzw.com "That's different." Jinghua girl pouted, "From your side, maybe you can let him open a small stove for me. Hey, I'm from Osaka came here to study, but can’t lose to others.

She was pretty girlish in the first half, and boyish in the second half. In particular, the slightly mischievous disobedience and the unique Kansai cavity make friends unable to stop. She noticed Jinghua's expression, and there was no girly feeling that would make her worry.
So she blinked at Jinghua, "No problem, wrap it with me."
The two girls laughed crisply, each walking towards their own class
When Jingyu came, it was different from his friends. There was no one on the playground. Instead, by the door, a middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses looked at his watch while looking out to see him, showing joy.
Jingyu graduated from this school in only six years. Although the teacher had not taught him, he knew. The two said a few words of greeting, and the teacher took him directly to the gym on the left. The internal center is full of students, and student representatives are speaking on the podium. The two walked under the rostrum from the side. In the process, they naturally attracted the attention of many students.
The friend also saw it. She looked at Jinghua again. Sure enough, her excited eyes were glowing and flushed?
‘Yes, there should be no deeper meaning. ‘Pengzi is comforting himself,’ that’s just watching idols. ’
When she was so distracted, she suddenly noticed that Jingyu was looking at her, and the usual dangerous smirk was raised at the corner of her mouth. When she realized that it was bad, Jingyu blinked in the direction where she was.
‘I don’t care what happens! ‘Pengzi quickly twisted his head, pretending that it was not a gesture towards himself, but his face was already red.
Fortunately, Jingyu's handsomeness has attracted the attention of female high school students. In his performance, only the girls of his friends collectively covered their faces. The friend breathed a sigh of relief, then glared back at him with fear.
The teacher who led Jingyu gestured to the slightly fat, gray-haired headmaster who was over fifty on the stage. The latter came to the center of the rostrum again after the student representative stepped down and said with a smile through the microphone:
"We are honored to have invited alumni Mr. Suzuki as a guidance coach for the school's Kendo Department in the coming period. Now, Mr. Suzuki is invited to the stage and I will introduce him to everyone."
Applause rang, Jingyu waved his hands to the students first, and walked to the podium with a bland expression. In this process, the old headmaster said things like "Leading the school's Kendo Department to contend for the National Kendo Conference for three consecutive times", "Rumors that a certain six-segment master would fight and win". It is also a pity that Kendo has an age limit, otherwise I believe Jingyu will definitely get a higher rank.
In the seat below, Chi Bo Jinghua nodded, hearing a roaring cat-like expression at those who questioned.
At the beginning, she went to watch Jingyu's kendo competition for the first time, but she still followed the guidance coach of the off-school kendo classroom. Listening to the teacher with four levels, Jingyu's slippage at that time probably had more than five levels of strength. The teacher lamented that he couldn't do it.
Chi Bo Jinghua was too impressed by this. So from that day on, he became her goal.
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