There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

As if to confirm, he asked back.

"Simply put, it's about the candidate for the executive chairman."

"That's it."

However, Isshiki nodded in understanding.

"Do you want to find me?"

At the same time, she put her hand to her mouth "Ah-" and smiled like this.

"It seems a little out of place..."

Isshiki, who was smiling, was blocked by the words that seemed to be inadvertent.

As the saying goes, judging people by their appearance is not enough, just as judging animation by their designs is stupid.

However, Yukinoshita gently looked away from Isshiki, as if trying to take the preconceived notion that she had.

So, Isshiki seemed slightly annoyed, she put her hand on her waist, and she leaned forward as if unhappy.

It seems to have a light atmosphere and a place that is full of youthfulness and is suitable for girls' high school students of today's era.

The length of the skirt that goes slightly above the knee is matched with a light makeup that makes people feel natural, the cream-colored cardigan with slightly longer sleeves, and the ribbon at the neckline is lightly tied to the extent that the collarbone can be seen but invisible, which makes people reverie. There seems to be a gap.

They are creatures called "high school girls" who are accustomed to being watched, and play the role that they are required to do on top of that.The part that fully shows a calm temperament and a slightly restrained woman feels like something deliberately crafted that will not be peeped into its depths.

"Didn't Isshiki-san want to prove it to me?"

As if it was the last straw, Yukinoshita spit out the decisive words.

Chapter 134 Chapter 7 Ichiroyu's secret

The setting sun shone in from the transparent glass windows, dyeing the entire corridor with a layer of red.

Not far from the end of the corridor, a voice echoed in the empty corridor.

"prove?"

The word was repeated in his mouth again.

As a result, Isshiki was like a conditioned reflex, and the image of that morning came to his mind.

What remains under the surface are secrets that cannot be expressed and feelings hidden in the chest.

So, a soft sigh came from her mouth.

"It seems like you can't refuse?"

There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in the words.

However, it seems like an illusion.

This expression was once again replaced by a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

"So, does Isshiki-san think it's okay?"

"Well......"

Thinking in general, Isshiki gently poked his finger on his cheek, "Hmm-" in a thoughtful manner.

"But there seems to be some problems?"

So, she went on talking to herself.

"Me, should I say that it is quite conspicuous and hateful? I feel more like that, after all, because I am the manager of the football club, and I also have a good relationship with senior students such as Hayama-senpai, because Reasons like this...it seems to have such an impression that people often say it~"

Yukinoshita asked naturally.

"...are you being bullied?"

"It's not like that, I should say it's too much of a game~ Or is it a few friends from the class getting together to joke around~"

She nodded her raised index finger on her chin and tilted her head.

Even this kind of place exudes the cuteness of "girls' high school students".

I have to say, Isshiki is really full of female power.

In addition, she clearly said that it was supposed to be painful and anxious, but she didn't seem to care at all.

Afterwards, she did not directly answer Yukinoshita's question that was not a question, but continued talking to herself.

"But after that, I was somewhat sad about it. I secretly hid in the corner and cried."

Isshiki seems to be really hated by girls.

Although this is not uncommon on campus.

In groups of students where group culture prevails, excellence is often synonymous with heresy.

Represents indifference, represents alienation.

Therefore, Ishiki is quite popular among boys.

Naturally, it has become a thing of jealousy in the eyes of some people.

For Isshiki, who had just entered high school at the time, this kind of thing was indeed a bit cruel.