Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

"With so many conjunctions, they all mean the same thing?"

They all mean the same thing—she cares about Lun Ye.

"Well, I think that if our society is to really operate, we need to mobilize the enthusiasm of everyone and the enthusiasm of the members."

"Now is not the time to talk about such macroscopic things?"

And the enthusiasm of the two of you is already overflowing, right?

"Let me tell you, this scheming bitch always likes to go around in circles," Ying Lili, who had been silent all along, also interjected, "The key is the heroine, the heroine."

"...Kato-san?"

Asahi hadn't speculated much about the club's affairs, and he wasn't as concerned as they were, but he was quite surprised to hear Kato's name appear here.

"Yes, that girl, she is the most important part."

"No, have you guys misunderstood something? Although Kato-san doesn't seem motivated, but since she agreed to participate in the trial, and if you have such enthusiasm for making it, she will definitely—"

Asaichi wanted to wash the ground for Kato.

"But she's not here now."

Shi Yu, who was sitting on a chair with her elbows in her arms, interrupted loudly.

"Yes, the key point is not her character and sense of responsibility, but now, to untie the bell, the person who tied the bell is needed. Now, our society is facing an embarrassing situation."

Shiwa continued what Yinglili said.

"Mr. Ethics has an extraordinary enthusiasm for production, but he does not have the kind of talent that matches it. His inspiration needs to be stimulated by encounters. I thought he was just a whim, and then he was immediately hit by the gap between reality and ideals. But now it seems impossible for him to do it.”

So they want to...

'Dingling Dingling~'

The clear phone rang, Qian Yi's phone vibrated, and he wanted to hang up, but saw the incoming call reminder - Mr. Kato, the director of the street office who has been taking good care of him.

"I'll take a call first."

After saying that, Qian Yi did not avoid suspicion, and picked it up in front of the two of them.

"Happy holidays, Mr. Kato."

Hearing Qian Yi's greeting, Shiyu glanced at Qian Yi in surprise, really saying whoever appeared, even his father...

'Haha, you too, Asaichi-kun. '

Generally, Mr. Kato would address Asahi like this in private.

First, a very social rhetorical communication.

'I said, Asaichi-kun. '

Leaders like to stop talking.

'Didn't you submit a proposal to me before? '

"Yes, it is indeed a series of sales activities targeting young customer groups."

'Well, the thing is like this. I reported your opinion to the superior before. It just so happens that our department is holding a related planning competition recently. I took a look and I feel that your plan is more feasible than All other texts are perfect. '

"Mr. Kato, what do you mean..."

'The competition is in 2 days, are you interested in participating? '

"Planning the competition...?"

Qian glanced at Shi Yu, only to find that she was browsing the web.

'Yes, the higher-ups have also attached great importance to the aspect of young creative ideas recently. I will say a few words for you at that time, and you will definitely be able to transfer to learn more work knowledge. '

Relationships will also expand.

This is a great opportunity.

"Mr. Kato, sorry, can I answer you later?"

Asahi thinks this is a problem and needs to think about it.

No matter what the choice is, it is impossible to make a choice in front of two people at this time.

Chapter 18 Hypocrisy

Young people always have more thoughts. Although they are always naive and never get out of dead ends, young people like to think and drill when they have troubles. I'm busy I'm special' illusion right?

However, Qian Yi is a young man with a very sensitive and delicate heart. Because his parents died in his early years, he subconsciously developed a kind of 'hypocrisy' instinct when he was alone.

late at night.

It was supposed to be time to fall asleep, but Asahi lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, without any sleepiness. By the way, he was used to sleeping with only his underwear on, which was a fisherman's habit.

Crossing his arms and resting his head on the back of his head, this is the movement Asagi used to do when he was troubled. With the moonlight coming in through the window, the ceiling that was supposed to be white seemed to become blurred and blackened, and even Asagi's Thoughts are also confused.

Tossing and turning, Qian Yi changed his position and lay on his side, but the thoughts in his head still lingered.

I don't know what time it is.