There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Seeing her like this, Yukinoshita sighed slightly.

"Regarding the request you made yesterday, Yubihama-san, I agree now."

Hearing her sudden realization from Yuhihama's face, Yukinoshita always felt that Yuhihama-san's IQ would be tricked into some strange religious groups in the future, which was a little worrying.

There is a saying that big breasts are nothing. Although there is no scientific basis, there are real examples in front of them.

Then she reacted abruptly

"Hey hey! Yukinoshita-san actually agreed!?"

With a cold smile on Yukinoshita's face

"I can't guarantee that your wishes will come true, but I will try to help you."

Only at this moment did Yuhihama let out an 'ahh', remembering her original purpose.

"So, Yubihama-san, you don't have to be too happy and looking forward to it."

"Then when will you teach me?" She said hesitantly, and looked at Yukinoshita.Probably didn't expect her to agree so readily.

"Is it ok in the home economics classroom after school today?"

"Yes, yes," Yuhihama replied with her eyes wandering.

"Any questions?"

"No, no!" Hearing Yukinoshita's question, Yubihama hurriedly shook her hands, with a smile covering her face.

The ready bell rang in the campus.

Yukinoshita came to her seat, still took out the library book she read yesterday, and wrapped the cover of the book with brown kraft paper. It's nothing more than a classic.

The teacher's lecture sounded as usual, but Yukinoshita still turned a blind eye.

Time passed by without her noticing.

Finally, when a shadow blocked her vision, she broke away from her own world.

"Xiazhiqiu-kun?"

Seeing her like this, Shi Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Yukishita-san, did you forget that you agreed to join the club yesterday?"

As she spoke, she shook the club application form she filled out yesterday in front of Yukinoshita.

"Please wait a moment, let me read the rest of this before I go."

After responding lightly, she lowered her head again and looked at the library book in her hand again seriously.

Shi Yu couldn't help but help her somewhat agitated temple to calm herself down about Yukinoshita's behavior, although she was not very convincing at ordinary times.

In addition, she suddenly became curious about the library book in Yukinoshita's hands, and she couldn't help but glance over.

Then she saw the content of the library book, but it was something she was all too familiar with.

The blush on her face rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Um, that, Yuki, Yukishita-san, what are you looking at?"

It's not a small yellow book, don't think crooked 233333333333

Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Thus, the ministry of service was established

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's originally fair and delicate face seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of cherry blossoms.

"Um, that, Yuki, Yukishita-san, what are you looking at?"

The flustered tone reflected her restless heart.

"Are you talking about the book I'm reading? Yukinoshita's eyes were still on the pages of the Bunko, and she didn't look at Shi Yu at all, she just brushed the hair that fell on her shoulders, looking like she was highly concentrated. .

"En, yes." With a slightly impatient tone, Shiyu of Kasumigaoka, who has always been calm, seemed to be eager to confirm something at this time.

"It's probably called "Metronome in Love", Kasumigaoka-san, do you have any questions?"

After getting Yukinoshita's answer, there was a moment of silence, and Kasumi Hill suddenly fell into silence. Her mouth seemed to want to say something, but she felt that it was difficult to say it, she was surprised. , Excited, shy, embarrassed, all kinds of complex emotions filled her face.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. I didn't expect Yukishita-san to read this type of book?"

In the end, she just shook her head slightly, and her black hair fluttered with it.

"is it?"

As if he had finished reading the last chapter, Xuenai slowly closed the library book.

Then he straightened up and left his seat.

Only Shi Yu, who was still immersed in trance, stood there blankly.

through the hallway of the classroom building.

Finally, Yukinoshita stopped in front of a seemingly normal classroom.

There is no word on the classroom sign, just a piece of A4 white paper pasted on the door, with the Arabic numerals 211 written in big black letters, and a thin layer of ash on it. It seems that no one has used it for a while. the way it was.

Yukinoshita took out a white tissue from his jacket pocket and held the iron handle that slowly turned the door. Then, with a creak, the door was opened with the sound of the hinge spring turning.