The daily life of the substitute messenger

Qianshengyi asked people to find a good place in Akihabara, and the ability to do whatever he wanted was to do whatever he wanted.

After watching the girls train and leaving a sentence to continue to cheer, Qianshengyi went home.

"Ding!"

This is the unique sound of e-mail, and in this era when everyone uses Line, it is generally more formal to use e-mail.

Qiansheng opened his phone a little and saw the content of this email.

This email came from the student council of Hidechiin Academy, and it was sent by the vice president over there, a student named Nagisa Kashiwagi.

The content is quite simple, after a basic polite greeting, he is invited to be an exchange student next semester.

The four colleges have exchange student activities every semester, and Qianshengyi didn't expect that he would be so sought-after that someone would make an appointment in advance.

"I'll think about it."

Qiansheng replied perfunctorily.

The number of times you go to each college as an exchange student is not unique, and you can still go to Baihuawang next semester.

However, he is not very interested in Hyakkao now, and he is more likely to go to Xiuzhiin or High Education High School next semester.

I don't think about the next semester now, and Qianshengyi plans to take a step at a time.

Walking home unconsciously, as soon as Qiansheng opened the door, his sister Bai Yi sat in front of the computer as usual and played games.

Qianshengyi was worried that if this continued, she would be short-sighted.

"I'm back." Qianshengyi said.

"Brother, welcome back."

It's still nice to be greeted when you go home every day, and only when Qiansheng comes back can Shiro's attention be taken away from the game.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

"Fish."

"Understood." Qiansheng smiled helplessly, don't ask next time.

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"Holy Yijun, do you have time this weekend?"

Qianshengyi received this message on his Line account.

It was sent by Miyasui Sanye.

I thought that he wouldn't have anything to do with this country girl after the incident in the town, but I don't know where the other party got his Lin account.

According to Qianshengyi's conjecture, he changed the past, the pointer of history is deflected, and in order to avoid the paradox of time and space, the memory of him and Miyasui Sanye should disappear.

After all, this is how movies and TV series are played.

However, the reality is that it is happening as usual.

He and Miyasui Mitsuha are still in touch, and this shrine shrine maiden, who is two years older than him, will always come to chat with him.

"Why is it another weekend?" Qiansheng—Groove, they won't be an appointment, right?

"I have an appointment on Saturday, but I have time on Sunday."

Qiansheng sent a message.

"Sunday..."

Miyasui Sanye, who was far away in the town, had a tangled expression.

She is a senior in high school, and she is quite busy with her studies, so she will go back to school on Sunday afternoon.

If she could, she would prefer that her free time be on Saturdays.

"Can you come out on Sunday?"

After hesitating for a while, Miyasui Sanye sent out an invitation.

As long as you go back early in the afternoon, you should be able to catch up with the evening self-study.

"In Tokyo?"

"Well, Tokyo!"

The girl sent out a serious emoji, and her emotions could be felt through the screen.

"Yes, I'll be your tour guide." Qianshengyi sends a smiling emoji.

"Well, that's it!" Miyasui Sanye went offline with joy.

Ending the chat with Miyasui Sanye,Qianshengyi did the necessary homework every day.,Then wash up and sleep.。

"Shiro, it's time to sleep."

Despite the reluctance written on his little face, Shiro finally turned off the computer and washed up and went to sleep.

"Brother, I hate it."

"It's too much!" Qianshengyi's brother's strength decreased.

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Friday afternoon, Akihabara.

4.5 p.m. is the time when the flow of people in Akihabara is relatively large, and Qianshengyi chose to open Live here.

At the beginning of the central square of Akihabara, Kanshoichi temporarily obtained the right to use this place for 400,000 yen, and it was only two hours.

There are nine maidens in the square, and their dreamlike appearance is like a mythical muse.

"Hello everyone, we are Otonogizaka's college idols, muse!"

Honoka, who was standing in the C position, shouted their names to the crowded streets.

Many pedestrians stopped and looked curiously.

"We are from Otonogizaka, and it is a school that I love so much. It is because of Otonogizaka that we muses can gather nine people! "

Honoka Takasaka smiled brightly.

This is her natural talent, natural leadership, and she can show herself without fear even in the face of so many people.

"The song we brought next is the first song we brought after gathering nine people!"

In the next second, nine people spoke in unison.

"Please enjoy... Our Live, ife with you! "

The spotlights placed around by Qianshengyi were lit, and he invited a professional lighting engineer to take care of the scene.

There are also photographers who take the top equipment to record the best side of the girls.

The music remembered, and the girls on the stage began to dance.

"I want to find a new dream more than a stable present..."

"Let's be bold and let it go..."

“......"

More and more people are attracted by singing and dancing, turning from the road to fans, and for the first time they know the name of the muse.

This is exactly the result that Qianshengyi expected.

"You've worked really hard."

Looking at the girls on the stage, Qiansheng sighed.

He watched the Muses stumble along the way, knowing the hard work and sweat they put in.

If this is used to make a movie, it will definitely be an excellent youth inspirational film!

"So, where is the celebration going to be?"

Qianshengyi took out his mobile phone and looked for a nearby restaurant with a good reputation.

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