My Girlfriend is Yingriri

Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko played the last game of chess, returned to the room, and prepared to go to bed. Now that he has developed a biological clock, he will never stay up late if there is no special situation.

Not long after lying down, the door was gently pushed open, and a girl in pink pajamas slipped in.

"……silver?"

Although the light was a bit dim, the figure who slipped in was obviously not as tall as Qingtaki Guixiang, and it could only be Yinzi.

Kiyosuke Hashima turned on the desk lamp, and sure enough it was silver: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Can't sleep."

Yinzi's answer was simple and straightforward.

"Are you not going to the campus festival tomorrow?"

"It's so annoying." Ginko's small face froze, and she folded her hands on her chest, looking down at Kiyosuke Hashima, "You remind me of very bad memories."

Hey, the purpose of the campus festival is obviously to let everyone leave good memories, but why did it become a bad memory when it came to you!

"Turn around and lie down!"

Yinzi suddenly ordered.

"..."

Hashima Kiyosuke turned around and lay down on the tatami.

A cold jade foot quickly stepped on his back, and began to provide back stepping service.

"I feel that Sister Guixiang is a little strange tonight..."

Yinzi stepped on his back while whispering.

Kiyosuke Hashima's heart skipped a beat, and he said nonchalantly, "What's so strange?"

"I don't know." Yinzi shook his head, "Anyway, something is wrong."

"Maybe it's something annoying at work?"

"Perhaps so."

Yin Ziliu frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, but couldn't tell where the problem was.

"Why didn't you step on it?" Kiyosuke Hashima turned around and asked.

"Tired." Yinzi said confidently, "I can't step on it anymore."

so weak.

Weak to appalling.

It's not even 3 minutes from the beginning to the end, Altman persisted longer than you!

"How about what you said last time?"

Yinzi clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked down from a height.

Kiyosuke Hashima was taken aback, "What's the matter?"

"Huh?" Ginko raised her brows, sat on Hashima Kiyosuke with a 'bang' sound, and said angrily, "You actually forgot?"

"I remember..." Kiyosuke Hashima quickly realized what Ginko was saying, "You mean Sister Guixiang's birthday?"

"It's only now that I think about it, it's too late."

Yinzi tightened his face, and he clenched his folding fan and knocked on someone.

Kiyosuke Hashima hurriedly said, "Don't move around."

"You actually murdered me?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"You are clearly... eh?"

Yinzi's little face flushed red as he was about to ask his teacher for a crime, "Dirty, nasty! Dirty! Dirty!!"

Chapter 908 Correct Sitting Posture

Silent all night.

the next day.

Hajima Kiyosuke got up early to exercise, Kiyotaki Katsura was in charge of breakfast, and only when the food was ready did he get up in a daze. During breakfast, Kiyotaki Kosuke drank a glass of plum wine in a good mood, and the day started off like this .

"I am leaving."

Yinzi had breakfast, changed into her school uniform, and set off for the school to participate in the campus festival.

"There is a match today that needs to be commented." Kiyosuke Hashima also put on his shoes, ready to go to the Shogi Hall to be the match commentator, "Where is Miss Guixiang?"

"I'm resting today." Kiyotaki Guixiang said in a gentle voice, as if nothing had happened, "I'm going to play chess at the Women's Club."

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said:

"Let's go together then?"

"..."

Qingtaki Guixiang's eyes wandered for a moment, she raised her hand and rolled up the blue hair beside her ear, glanced at the old man who was playing a mobile game, turned her head and said: "You go first, I'll dry the quilt."

"Drying the quilt?" Kiyosuke Hashima looked up at the sky, it was gloomy and the clouds were thick, "Is it impossible to dry the quilt without the sun?"

"The sun will come out in a moment."

"Just checked the weather forecast, it seems to be raining today."

"No more drying the quilt." Qingtaki Guixiang bit her pink lips lightly, and came over angrily, "I want to stay and clean the house."

Hearing this, Kiyosuke Hashima stood still, "I'll stay and help."

"Eh?"

Kiyosuke Hashima said as a matter of course:

"The house is so big, it must be tiring for Sister Guixiang to clean it all by herself?"

Kiyotaki Guixiang: "..."

"Go, go." Glancing secretly at the old man who was sitting on the sofa playing the beautiful girl mobile game as if nothing had happened, Qingtaki Guixiang's pretty face was slightly hot, and waved away, "I don't need your help, I can clean it up a little, hurry up Go to the Shogi Association!"

Seeing that Kiyotaki Guixiang had made up her mind, Hashima Kiyosuke nodded and said, "Sister Guixiang, then I'll go first."

"Come on."

Watching Kiyosuke Hashima leave, Guixiang Kiyotaki breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and heard Kosuke Kiyotaki say slowly: "Why don't you let Kiyosuke stay to help you clean?"

"Father, I didn't hear what you said just now." Qingtaki Guixiang pinched her waist with her right hand and said with a smile, "Besides, next month's krypton credit quota will be cancelled."

"..."

Kiyosuke Hashima got on the tram alone, and soon arrived at the Shogi Hall where the Tokyo Incentive Club was located.

Because shogi has a very strict age limit, basically you can only entertain yourself if you are over 26 years old, so there are a lot of young people in the shogi hall, elementary school students, junior high school students, high school students, and adult staff, white hair The gray old man is almost invisible.

"Euni sauce~"

A soft, waxy voice, like decisive fudge, sounded under his feet.

Kiyosuke Hashima looked down, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face: "Charles, good morning."

Looking up, the six-year-old elementary school girl was clearly as cute as a blond angel.

"Good morning."

Charles opened his arms and hugged Kiyosuke Hashima's right hand. There was no way, Xiaoxiaodou could only touch Kiyosuke Hashima's right hand, but couldn't hold it with his arms.

"Mr. Hashima, good morning."

A short-haired elementary school student in the third grade ran over, with a small canine tooth protruding from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was full of vigor, it was Miokoshi Mio.

Immediately afterwards was another nine-year-old elementary school student, Ayano Sadazato, wearing glasses, tall, at least 1.3 meters tall, looking as mature as a young adult, bowing down and saluting: "Mr. Hashima, good morning, today please Teach me more."

"Good morning." Kiyosuke Hashima nodded lightly, "Let's go to the activity room."

He didn't have a game today, but he was in charge of a shogi commentary at noon—since he was dragged to a temporary rescue by the staff after he chased ducks to the shelves, he is now considered proficient in business, and often receives invitations to comment from the shogi alliance.

However, Kiyosuke Hashima usually attends classes and only commentates on games on weekends.

In addition to being a narrator today, another task is to guide three elementary school students.

He is now a four-dan professional chess player. He has won consecutively in the Dragon King battle, and the accumulated victory points are even close to being promoted to fifth-dan. Naturally, there is no problem in guiding elementary school students.

"Hashima-sensei, what is the WIFI here?"

Walking into the private activity room that had been applied for in advance, Mio Mizukoshi quickly raised her hand and said, "We are going to have a video meeting with Ai-chan, and there must be no less than four people in the seminar!"

Kiyosuke Hashima couldn't laugh or cry, and reported the password.

Now that communication is developed, several primary school students often contact each other in private, and the relationship is not only not unfamiliar, but even better.

The video was connected quickly, and the primary school student quickly appeared on the computer, the dumb hair on the top of his head swayed happily, and his smile was extraordinarily bright: "Master, Master, good morning! (*^▽^*)"

The voice was as clear and sweet as a lark, obviously very happy.

The four primary school students chatted quickly, while Kiyosuke Hashima laid out the chessboard and chess pieces in a leisurely manner.

As the name suggests, the research society is to study things in the form of small groups.

For example, to study the game and style of play of a certain professional chess player, the latest novel tactics, or not to play chess, but to verbally discuss the news and inside stories of the shogi world, or even gather a group of chess players to study the rise and fall of stocks, etc. In other words, it is a small group formed according to personal interests and hobbies. They usually play chess and chat together, and they are regular chess friends.

The seminar formed by the four elementary school students in front of me is the most traditional type. They hone their chess skills through actual games. After playing chess, everyone sits together to discuss opinions, sum up experience, promote each other, and grow together.

"You can play chess."

After the chessboard was set up, a few elementary school students sat down quickly. They thought they could start the game directly, but they didn't know that there was a problem.

"That..." Mizukoshi raised her small hand, her face was a little red, and she said embarrassedly, "Mr. Hashima, Shire-chan seems to be in trouble..."

Kiyosuke Hashima looked at Charles. The six-year-old elementary school student was too petite. He belonged to the type who didn’t even need to buy a ticket to go to the zoo. Now he was kneeling on the cushion, and the whole person disappeared, only a small part of the top of his head was exposed. The hair is so dull that you can't even see your eyes.

"Should we all give the cushion to Charles?"

A primary school student makes an opinion.