The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The great seduction plan has taken the first step!

Sawano Kazuki immediately said happily: "Your number is already in it. The numbers of all the students in Class S are in the address book. Mine is also in it. If you need anything in the future, you can call me directly."

"But I didn't join Class S." Yu Xian said naively.

"I didn't say you joined." Sawano Kazuki smiled like an old fox, "I just left my phone number, nothing else. If you want to hang out with classmates from Class S, you can call them and make an appointment. , it’s up to you to train or not.”

The look in Sawano Kazuki's eyes made it clear that you may not be the one, but you are not completely the one.

Yuxian Zhisheng wanted to say something else, but he just took someone's smartphone and was too embarrassed to say bad things, so he waved his hand and left.

He did not leave the one-way art education area, but walked towards the main teaching building.

Sawano Kazuki was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

It turns out that this kid's target is not him. He can't get in without an access card, so he wants to use his identity to get in. But even so, is he still so patient to buy himself a drink and toast to him?

He is such a well-organized kid who doesn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Sawano Kazuki, who was being used, drank the drink in the bottle with a smile, his face full of happiness after being used.

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Yu Xian is a child walking in the main building in the art one-way education area.

This huge round-arched building is a bit like a small palace. The tall golden pillars support the colorful vaults, which are painted with various ukiyo-e paintings from the ancient centuries. Plenty of light shines in from the colored glazed windows, which is beautiful. It is magnificent and blends three-dimensionally into the entire grand space.

Going forward is a small indoor flower bed, separated by the lines of the architectural design. Paths paved with grass lead to different teaching areas. There are special signposts for painting, musical instruments, performances and other categories.

These are the areas where Class E to Class B stay.

Class S's teaching location is above them, and you have to take an elevator to get up.

Yuxian Zhisheng followed the signposts all the way, like walking in a maze. He walked around in circles for a while before taking the elevator and walking up. He thought that he was on the right track now.

But when I arrived at the Class S class area, I was dumbfounded again.

There is actually an access control.

Yuxian Zhisheng took out his mobile phone and was hesitating whether to call Kuroki Hitomi. Suddenly, a girl came up from behind and was talking and laughing on the phone. As soon as her eyes fell on Yuxian Zhisheng, she was stunned. Then he happily hung up the phone and rushed over while shouting "I'll call you later."

"You have joined Class S, welcome!" The girl took the initiative to extend her hand, "Class S, Natsume Qingyin, specializes in flute playing. I listened to your bottle playing yesterday. It was amazing. I dreamed about you at night. I don’t have any classes later, can we just stay together for a while? I want to listen again, please, please.”

Yuxian hesitated for a while but couldn't explain. At this time, it would be more troublesome to say that he had not joined Class S, not to mention that he was holding a mobile phone that only Class S students had in his hand, so he could only acquiesce. He nodded: "I still have something to do today, so I'll do it next time."

Natsume Qingyin was a little disappointed, but she quickly forgot about it and said with a smile: "You just arrived, right? Everyone will be there at noon. I will be very happy knowing that you are here. Let's go to the GINza restaurant in Ginza in the evening How about holding a welcome ceremony for you? Our squad leader Huai will pay for it, hehe, he just got a bonus last month."

"I'm actually here to see Kuromu Hitomi." Yu Xian expressed his intention.

Natsume Qingyin blinked her big confused eyes: "She should be in music theory class. You can wait with me for her to finish class."

"Sorry, the matter is urgent." Yuxian Zhisheng couldn't hold it any longer.

"...But I don't have an access card."

Natsume smiled lightly, took out the platinum magnetic stripe card from the skirt pocket of JK skirt, and swiped it over the access control. The double-open bronze door slowly opened in the middle, revealing a hanging glazed striped pendant lamp. The corridor stretches seemingly endlessly. The floor is paved with dark red carpets embroidered with gold patterns. Various ancient paintings are hung on the walls on both sides, and the artistic atmosphere is felt.

"Let's go, sister will take you there." Natsume Qingyin said and was about to pull Yu Xian's hand, but Yu Xian's child calmly dodged away.

She really does look like a sister. Girls of this age are much taller than him.

She was talking enthusiastically along the way: "Don't be reluctant. In fact, it's okay for you to call me sister. If you follow the normal education route, I should be in the second grade of junior high school by my age, but art education is one-way. The students in the district are not ranked according to age, but according to your own strength, so there is no age distinction here. Take our S class as an example. The youngest is Fujiwara Chie, the one who bit you yesterday. , and the oldest one is class leader Huai Yiyong.”

"Ability grouping system?" Yuxian answered.

"Bingo!" Natsume snapped her fingers softly, and then stopped in front of a classroom, "Hitomi Kuroki is inside. Do you want to wait for her or call her directly? Let me remind you first, she hates others disturbing her class. Yes, he might lose his temper."

Then under her surprised gaze, Yu Xian reached out and knocked lightly on the door.

The conversation in the music theory room disappeared, and the sound of light footsteps came randomly.

Kuroki Hitomi opened the door and walked out with a frown. She was stunned when she saw Yu Xian's childishness for the first time. After calming down for a while, she tilted her head and leaned against the door: "Welcome to Class S."

Kuroki Hitomi's mood was complicated and bitter. She probably didn't expect Yu Xian, a young student, to join Class S, and he even came to inform her. She didn't want to think about what happened yesterday, but now that she saw him, she thought about it all at once. Woke up.

"Can you lend me your samurai?" Yu Xian said straight to the point.

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A question mark appeared on Kuromu Tong's head, aren't you here to find me? Am I being too sentimental?

A deliberate sneer appeared on her slightly lost face: "Why are you looking for him, and why should I lend it to you?"

"I owe you a favor." Yu Xian said naively, "Within my ability, you can choose whatever you want from me."

Natsume Qingyin was startled and looked at Kuroki Hitomi uneasily. As far as she knew, Kuroki Hitomi was not a gentle-tempered eldest lady. She was the little princess of the Yuan family, and her personality was a bit arrogant and irritable.

"Let's go into the house with me." Kuroki Hitomi glanced at Natsume Qingyin, pulled Yu Xian's childish cuffs and pulled him in, and then closed the door to Natsume Qingyin.

Natsume stomped her feet lightly and put her ear to the door. She found that the conversation between the two people had lowered their voices and could not hear anything. She stomped her feet and left angrily.

"Yuan and Yilong are my samurai, you can't borrow them casually." Kuroki Hitomi sat on a high stool, raised her legs in white stockings, swayed, and whispered: "But the favor you mentioned, I am very interested."

"Yu Xian-san, are you really allowed to do whatever I want?"

"Yes, it's up to you to do whatever you can." Yu Xian looked at her squarely.

Kuromu Tong shook his head suspiciously, leaned over, stared into his eyes at close range, and said softly: "You don't seem like the kind of person who would betray yourself for no reason. I'm curious why you dare to pay such a high price. ..."

Her eyes dimmed: "Answer me first, who are you doing for?"

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