Chapter 469: Stop Poking It, or It Will Flatten!

All the speakers hidden in the dark corners of the classroom were found, the audio was completely destroyed, and the messy glowing characters on the doorplate were cleaned up. Only the three words "Service Club" full of cyberpunk style were left. This was the last insistence of Yamauchi Sakura.

"Don't I have any dignity at all!" The girl cried with tears in her eyes.

Although she couldn't imagine why a person's dignity would be related to such a glowing doorplate, seeing Yamauchi Sakura's posture that if you dare to touch the doorplate, I will hit my head and die on the chest muscles of Hojo Kyosuke, Yukinoshita still compromised.

Just like "I don't agree with what you say, but I swear to defend your right to speak", even if that dignity is surprisingly cheap, Yukinoshita's justice will not allow her to trample on it at will.

All these things used for nonsense are actually supplies for the sports festival, but Yamauchi Sakura, as the leader, requisitioned them without hesitation. While she and Hojo Kyosuke were packing up together, Hiratsuka Shizuka also visited the classroom.

Compared to the idle classroom that looked like a warehouse at the beginning, the current service club has a more lively atmosphere.

The most conspicuous wall next to the door, which was originally used as a public notice board, now has a piece of white paper with a table drawn on it.

Shizuka Hiratsuka took a closer look. The first column was the commission. The content of the commission was not written, but the serial number 1234 was marked. There was no word behind the first three items. Only the fourth item had the name of Hojo Kyousuke written in the "handler" box in the second column, and the "status" in the last column was blank.

"It's quite standardized." The instructor smiled with satisfaction, and then she turned her eyes to other places.

On the desk in front of the blackboard, four wool felt dolls more than ten centimeters high were placed in order. Although limited by the size, because of the maker's care, it can still be recognized that these are the four members of the service club.

"What a delicate doll, did you make this, Yingliang?" She asked.

"No, I don't have such dexterous hands. Nitrous made it." Sakura, who was secretly hiding a USB flash drive, answered.

"That's right. Among the four people here, only Nishimiya seems to be able to make this kind of thing."

Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded in understanding, and then said:

"It's done very well, but I think there is something missing?" As a guidance teacher, she has the obligation to help these children make these things as perfectly as possible.

"Huh? Impossible, Nitrous took a long time to make it." Sakura threw away the work in her hands, ran over and picked up her doll and put it on her head, indicating that the two brothers are simply brothers who have been separated for many years but with different materials.

"Think about it carefully, I feel that there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Under the gaze of Yamauchi Sakura, Hiratsuka Shizuka looked around the classroom, then looked down at her... chest, and then coughed twice. The dignity of being a teacher made her only hint like this. Did she have to say that she also wanted a similar doll? Without the instructor, the Service Club cannot be established. It can be said that she is the absolute core of the Service Club.

How can this family be complete without her, Shizuka Hiratsuka!

"Oh oh oh! I know!"

Sakura exclaimed, picked up the Yukinoshita doll and looked at it again and again, then poked her fingers at the doll's chest twice, and said indignantly:

"You are so good, Nitro-chan, you actually used this method to please the director, you don't learn good things, you learn bad things, right! Fortunately, Mr. Hiratsuka found it in time, otherwise the image of the justice superman would be completely ruined by you."

"Look at me executing justice!"

Muttering like this, Sakura's fingers kept poking at the chest of the Yukino doll.

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Shizuka Hiratsuka was dumbfounded, and her shoulders shrugged weakly.

"Hey, hey, enough, it's already sunken, stop poking!"

Looking at the sunken chest of Yukinoshita, Shizuka Hiratsuka shouted hurriedly, and at the same time quickly rescued Yukinoshita from Yamauchi Sakura:

"If you poke it again, Yukinoshita's heart will be exploded!"

Looking at the black-haired girl who was boiling water for tea, Shizuka Hiratsuka actually felt sorry for her. It was only a few minutes after she came to the service club, and she had already seen two atrocities against Yukinoshita.

This is not a club established to practice "heart control skills", this is clearly Yukinoshita's suffering.

No wonder Yukinoshita couldn't wait to come to him when she only left Hojo for a while. If Yukinoshita was alone with Sakura for a while, she might go insane.

At this point, Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't care about the tour, she had to take good care of her beloved disciple.

The tea was not brewed with a water dispenser, but with a high-end tea bar machine. Now that the water had boiled, Yukinoshita was twisting the teapot to pour tea for herself.

The teapot was white, with a big fat beige cat painted on its round belly, looking lazy and demure. The teacup was white, with a black cat outlined with thin white lines, its green eyes half-closed.

The black-haired girl held the handle of the teacup, her eyes fixed on the paperback on her knees, and her mouth gently blew air into the teacup.

"Yukinoshita." Shizuka Hiratsuka called out, but the girl in front of her was indifferent.

Dong Dong Dong——

Shizuka Hiratsuka knocked on the table again, but still got no response, so she knocked again, and this time she got a response. The girl who was leisurely sipping tea moved her eyes away from the pages of the book, raised her head and looked at the person in front of her through the mist of black tea.

The light blue eyes seemed to be a little more gentle under the mist, like a cat on a black teacup and a cat on a white teapot.

However, Shizuka Hiratsuka knew that this was a cat that would scratch people. She knew it the moment she saw the look in his eyes, and the next moment, the cold voice made her know that her premonition was correct.

"What's wrong? Did the woodpecker gene in Mr. Hiratsuka awaken?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka grinned, knowing that Yukinoshita was talking about her knocking on the table.

"But I must remind you that the flesh and bones of human fingers are far less strong than the beak of a woodpecker. Even if you are not afraid of pain, you should consider the problem of delaying the knocking of the table while the wound heals. If you really can't suppress the desire to peck at the wood, I suggest using your teeth. Oh, by the way, this might awaken the genes of the otter."

Hiss——

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a breath and then retorted:

"There is no relationship between humans and woodpeckers. You might as well say that my ancestors were lumberjacks, which is more credible."

"Is there a relationship? This I dare not say."

Yukinoshita shook her head, her tone serious:

"After all, with the current level of human science, the interpretation of the human body is far from perfect, and there are still many secrets waiting to be discovered in the future. Aren't there always some people who can break through the limits of their bodies? Maybe they suddenly awakened other genes. "

"No, no, I still think that awakening the power of ancestors is more in line with the general law. "Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head vigorously. She guaranteed with her experience of reading comics for xx years that awakening the woodpecker gene is definitely not as powerful as inheriting the power of ancestors.

Yukinoshita lowered her head, no longer interested in talking, and her attack failed.

Seeing the girl's actions, Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled slightly, and then asked:

"I say, Yukinoshita, you said these words to retaliate for not stopping Sakura from poking your chest in time, right? Let me make it clear first, the doll now looks more like you, it was a little distorted just now!"

Yukinoshita turned a page of the book and said without raising her head:

"First, the topic of woodpeckers was extended because you, Mr. Hiratsuka, kept knocking on the table like a woodpecker.

Second, that was a doll created based on Yukinoshita Yukino, not me! Although I agreed in advance, the right to create belongs to Glass.

Third, I don't want to be criticized by a childish teacher who hesitates and wants students to help make a doll!

That's all."

"Uh-I was shot in the chest."

Shizuka Hiratsuka covered her chest and panted quickly and threw herself on Sakura Yamauchi, then looked at each other with hopeful eyes.

"Understood! The request of instructor Hiratsuka has been received. Vice President Yamauchi Sakura will convey it to Nitro tonight. I promise that you will definitely see the Hiratsuka Shizuka doll next time you come!"

"If possible, change my coat to a Superman style, and add a propeller under the shoes." Hiratsuka Shizuka gave her advice seriously.

"What about the hairstyle? Should I make it look like a black sunflower? Crazy and evil, super handsome!" Yamauchi Sakura actively offered suggestions.

"... Well, I'm a little tempted, but I have other ideas."

Alas--

Listening to the noise in her ears, Yukinoshita sighed helplessly, and then looked at Hojo Kyosuke who had packed up and walked over.

When Nishimiya Naoko was not around, Hojo Kyosuke actually became the most worry-free existence. It's really unpredictable.

The girl stood up, took out a blue ceramic teacup from the cabinet next to her, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her capable man.

Hungry? Drink tea first.

Hojo Kyosuke thought casually in his heart. He took the teacup, sat next to Yukinoshita, and took a sip of tea.

Well, it's delicious. The deliciousness is that it's hot water.

"So, can you talk about the commission now?" Yukinoshita asked softly. The paperback in her hand had been put away and replaced with a blank notebook. She still held a pen in her right hand ready to record at any time.

Looking at this posture, the experienced Hojo Kyosuke almost said, "It's okay, you can use a recorder." Reporters do this during interviews.

"How should I put it? The commission was successfully completed, but not completely successful." Hojo Kyosuke frowned. He didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"Hmm?" Yukinoshita frowned slightly. She was rational and perfectionist. She couldn't stand such ambiguous words the most.

"You can also say that it failed, but it didn't fail completely."

Hojo Kyosuke helplessly held his forehead and sighed, and began to talk about the whole story.

After the formation of the Toyama Sakura group last night, he naturally invited his subordinates to a big meal since he was not short of money. Hatagoro and others were used to the flammable oolong tea under the influence of Onitsuka Eikichi when they were in junior high school. Whenever they have a meal together, they must first drink a big beer on an empty stomach.

They don’t even eat a bite of the side dishes sent by the store, but first have a glass of iced draft beer. This is their drinking habit.

Beer is like a switch. With the blessing of the "night" buff, Hatagoro can no longer control his mouth. He immediately told everything to his senior Onitsuka Eikichi next to him. Of course, the convention is to start with "Absolutely don't tell anyone else."

The extremely loyal Onitsuka would of course keep his little brother's secret well, so when he told others, he also repeatedly warned them not to tell anyone else, and even issued a death threat, "Otherwise I will kill you."

But unfortunately, the phrase "Otherwise I will kill you" was more like a curse saying "If you don't tell this to a hundred people, I will kill you."

So before the first skewers of yakitori were served, everyone already knew that Hatagoro had fallen in love with Kuroda Kaito.

The talented Hachiman Hikigaya, who ranked eleventh in the grade in Chinese, even gave it a considerate name "Tiantian (Tiantian)'s love story."

Hojo Kyosuke confirmed with Tetsuta Kisaki that this matter was not spread by Mibashi Ryoma, who had been watching the fun, but was really said by Hatagoro, the idiot.

When he was drunk, Hatagoro even took out the last photo of Kuroda Kaito in women's clothing, crying and shouting, "Tell me, who wouldn't like such a beautiful girl? Am I wrong!"

The scene was so sad that it made people cry. It was so miserable. So a lot of people denounced Kuroda Kaito on the spot and asked him to dress up as a woman and be Hatagoro's girlfriend. Kuroda Kaito refused at first, but after three rounds of drinking, he was dizzy and immediately called his sister, and bravely ordered her to send the wig and kimono.

When Hojo Kyosuke heard this, he had already bared his teeth. He was really worried whether Kuroda Kaito had the courage to face his future life.

"So the countermeasures we determined in the service department are correct, and you have stabilized Hatagoro's emotions in your own way, and perfectly solved this commission."

Yukinoshita made a slow summary. Her notebook was already full of traces, and the complexity of the matter was obviously beyond her tone. As expected, it was a weird commission that started with the threat of underwear to life safety. It was really scary.

"That's it." Hojo Kyosuke nodded. He had to fight three times in a row before he beat Hatagoro. Just for this, he felt that he deserved a big reward from Minister Yukinoshita.

Hearing the proud tone, Yukinoshita looked up at the boy opposite. It was hard to tell whether his eyes were helpless or helpless. In short, they were very complicated.

"Then, because of your momentary whim, while almost causing social unrest, you also put an end to the future of Hatagoro and Kuroda Kaito?"

"Hey, what do you mean by putting an end? They didn't..."

"It's not a whim, Yukino, that cherry blossom is super beautiful!"

The conversation between the two was interrupted, and a head came out from between them, and the mobile phone screen hit Yukinoshita's face.

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