The next morning, Dubian Che skipped his morning run.

While Jiutiao Meijie was still half asleep, they experienced another intensely passionate embrace.

Because of this, Jiutiao didn't call in sick today.

Godawa High School was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming Cultural Festival, so enthusiastic that they began to worry about the approaching super typhoon nearing Tokyo, praying it would arrive later and hold off until after the Cultural Festival.

"Mr. Dubian, good morning!"

Walking into the classroom, as Dubian Che was about to sit at his desk, he looked puzzledly at Ichiki Aoi, who had just greeted him.

This was the first time since returning from Karuizawa.

"Yesterday's lamb was so delicious, what are we eating today?" Ichiki Aoi said, seemingly reminiscing about the taste of the cooked lamb bursting in her mouth, she couldn't help licking her lips.

I see.

"How about Sichuan cuisine?" Dubian Che sat down at his desk, not just addressing Ichiki Aoi, but also making the suggestion to the two young ladies.

"The numbingly spicy Mapo Tofu, the chicken with chili peppers, a bowl of white rice, and a cold Coke," he continued while setting down his backpack.

Swallowing hard, Ichiki Aoi asked cautiously, "Isn't it going to be too spicy?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Miyazaki is around, no one will die."

"That spicy?!" Ichiki Aoi was startled.

Unsure, she sought Kiyono Lin's opinion with trepidation, "Kiyono, what do you think? Should we go eat this Sichuan cuisine?"

"Rather than eating, I think you should be more concerned about the play," Kiyono Lin replied coldly.

Ichiki Aoi gave an embarrassed smile, turned back to her script, and began reading it, occasionally swallowing hard, probably being provoked by an entire bowl of red chilies.

As Dubian Che pondered where to find authentic Sichuan cuisine in Tokyo, Jiutiao Meijie tapped his right forearm.

"What's up?" he turned around.

Jiutiao Meijie didn't say a word. Her exquisitely pretty face was already buried in the [pillow], and what she was tapping Dubian Che with was an assignment notebook.

"Ah!" Dubian Che slapped his forehead, remembering they hadn't done their homework yet.

He hurriedly took Jiutiao Meijie's homework, then also swiped Kiyono Lin's assignment from the corner of the desk, and spread out all three assignments on the table, starting to write furiously.

His own in block letters, and Jiutiao Meijie's elegantly beautiful.

If he did it himself, he could finish before class, but if Xiaoquan Aonai discovered he hadn't done his homework, she would definitely call his parents in Iwate Prefecture.

She indulged Dubian Che in everything, but was very strict about his studies.

Dubian Che often lived in Shinano Town, where he completed his homework under her supervision.

With superhuman writing speed, he managed to copy two sets of assignments just before the class meeting started.

Dubian Che's lesson learned today: save the passion for after homework is completed.

After a full day of classes, they first went to the Human Observation Department to leave their backpacks there.

Then Jiutiao Meijie stayed in the club classroom, while the others joined Mayi Asuka, who had hurried over, to the sewing classroom.

"Sister, won't your university club activities be affected?" Ichiki Aoi asked.

"...It's fine," said Mayi Asuka, dressed casually and standing out among the uniformed crowd.

To those who didn't know her, she seemed like a young trainee teacher, hoping to be in her class next year;

to those who recognized her, regardless of previous interactions, they would now eagerly greet her with a "Senior Sister! Long time no see!"

"Teacher, how is Waseda University?" Ichiki Aoi asked Xiaoquan Aonai.

"Do you want to become my junior?"

"I'm still considering it, but it would be nice to go from student to Mr. Xiaoquan's junior!"

"Then let me introduce you properly to my alma mater."

In the bustling corridor, people carried cardboard boxes, wood planks, and wrote slogans on billboards.

The sewing classroom was on the second floor of the club building, and it was used for sewing practice during home economics classes.

Upon entering, several girls from the Handicraft Department were already waiting inside.

"Sorry we're late," Kiyono Lin greeted.

"No problem, we just got here as well. Try them on, and we can make adjustments on the spot if necessary."

"Okay, thank you."

The five of them each took their costumes from the girls' hands.

When it was Dubian Che's turn, a short ponytail girl from the Handicraft Department cheerfully said, "Mr. Dubian, did you design the costumes? They're very nice!"

"I just gave some suggestions, it was the art department Minister, Ogawa, who did the work."

The short ponytail girl giggled.

She glanced at the door of the sewing classroom, then lowered her voice to tell Dubian Che:

"Ogawa said when she gave me the costume designs, in her world, you've already been killed hundreds of times."

"Hundreds of times? That's brutal! I'm not some kind of demon. I remind her to rest at midnight every night; I made a special reminder for her to be careful going to the bathroom these days, not to slip and break her hand; and to watch out for cars when crossing the street."

That was a thousand percent the truth.

The short ponytail girl and the other Handicraft Department members sitting at the sewing machines laughed.

After the five of them received their clothes, the short ponytail girl said, "The sewing classroom doesn't have a dressing room, just a preparation room. Girls first, please~"

"Thank you."

The girls picked up their clothes and headed to the preparation room. Ichiki Aoi, staring at the retreating figures of Mayi Asuka, Kiyono Lin, and Xiaoquan Aonai, struggled to swallow.

She stepped forward, holding the costume, about to follow, when her school shirt collar was tugged from behind.

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