Just as I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my childhood sweetheart awakened the Wa-senpa

Chapter 11: Are the little girl's white socks ruffled or rolled up?

Sigh, what a bunch of amazing people.

Lin Jianlu even wanted to laugh.

But seeing Chen Chen so upset, she felt embarrassed to smile again, and even felt a little reluctant to see him so sad, and wanted to go up and hug him to comfort him.

Wait a minute!

Why did the thought of "hugging him and comforting him" suddenly pop into her head?

The blonde girl shook her head frantically, trying to shake off all these strange thoughts.

This system is really something else. She hasn't even earned a few hundred dollars yet, but it's told her so much. Now it's making her feel really strange. It's so difficult to deal with...

Just before Lin Jianlu fell into self-pity, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder.

"Hey! Little Deer, what are you doing here?"

"Oh my god..." Lin Jianlu was startled, and goosebumps almost fell off her skin.

Turning around, I saw Yan Yiyan. She wasn't wearing a skirt like yesterday. Instead, she had her hair in a ponytail, was wearing a sports uniform with the sleeves rolled up, and her slender white arms were casually tucked into the loose pockets of her uniform. She was chewing bubble gum and blew a big bubble, which popped and covered the tip of her nose.

"Ouch! Hmm... So sticky!"

"You idiot."

Lin Jianlu helped Yan Yiyan remove the chewing gum stuck to her lips, and at the same time asked:

"Never mind me, what are you doing here?"

"Don't you know I'm a member of the anime club?"

"Huh? You're a...uh, a...woman too?"

Yan Yiyan blushed and punched Lin Jianlu's shoulder with her little fist: "Who are you calling 'wife,' you little rascal!"

Lin Jianlu chuckled awkwardly and took the bibab from the girl's outstretched hand.

"They're all in a meeting, why aren't you going?"

"Hehehe..." Yan Yiyan took out her phone and opened the photo album. "Of course I have important matters to attend to."

Lin Jianlu leaned closer to the phone screen and saw a Maybach parked at the school gate in the photo. Her brows furrowed, and a golden glint flashed in her eyes.

Such a vehicle could only be driven by someone without a father. Who was the owner of this car, that he could rival her in the matter of being fatherless?

"This is Cheng Xiuxiu's car," the girl next to him said. "Chen Chen said he's still pursuing his love today, so he asked me to wait at the school gate and send him a message when she arrives."

"Shouldn't you be at the school gate right now?"

"Yes, I should be at the school gate right now." The girl blinked. "But look at my phone battery."

Lin Jianlu shifted her gaze.

"Two percent? It's not even ten o'clock yet, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not my fault! I didn't expect playing King of Glory under the sun to use up so much battery. It's so annoying!"

"If you want to play games, why don't you play them while you're in a meeting? You wouldn't have to be out in the sun."

Yan Yiyan pointed at the group of wailing and howling guys in the club activity room, her face full of disgust: "You mean, I want to be like them, spending all my time in heated meetings arguing about whether little girls' white socks should have ruffled edges or rolled edges?"

Lin Jianlu was starting to lose her composure.

"Then why did you join such a sleazy club?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Yiyan paused for a moment, glanced subconsciously into the club, then suddenly narrowed her eyes and chuckled:

"It's a secret, anyway, I have my reasons."

They're so mysterious, it's really hard to figure them out.

Just then, a message popped up on Yan Yiyan's phone with a ding-dong sound.

Turning her phone to look at it, Yan Yiyan chuckled and strode into the activity room.

"Vice President! Cheng Xiuxiu is here!"

……

It was 9:45 AM, ten minutes after the heated critique of foot fetishism. In the "Loli's Work is Never Done!" anime club, the heated debate about Toyokawa Shoko's strength hadn't reached a definitive conclusion, but after the messenger announced that "Shu-shu has arrived," most of the arguing subsided. After all, compared to strength, their vice-president's romantic pursuits were clearly more captivating.

"Vice President, Vice President! She's here, how are you going to pursue her?"

A group of happy otaku surrounded their beloved vice president, chattering excitedly, their eyes shining like those of children waiting for their fathers to find them a new mother!

As the backbone of the group, Chen Chen pressed his hands down and said in a serious tone, "Don't rush things. Dating isn't like a dinner party. This matter needs to be considered carefully."

"How can we plan this out in the long term?"

"Hmm..." Chen Chen frowned, pondered for a moment, then looked at everyone and slowly asked, "Has anyone here ever been in a relationship?"

Everyone looked at each other, staring at each other in bewilderment.

They all turned around abruptly and looked at Fengchuan Xiangzi, who was sitting on the outer edge, looking down at her phone.

"Huh? Why are you all suddenly looking at me?"

……

It's common knowledge that true otaku find it very difficult to adapt to a life in the public eye, let alone cosplay. After all, regardless of whether reality is like that, just the thought of countless eyes focused on them would cause their brains, which have long been hidden in the shadows and afraid of the light, to explode from the unbearable amount of attention, turning them into a mixture of blood and brain matter, and turning them into zombie-like creatures.

So, having cosplayed at every major anime convention, Feng Chuan Xiangzi, a super-socially savvy individual, occupies the "beautiful zombie" niche in the anime club's eyes. Peeking at her is a must, fantasizing about her is a must, discussing whether she's a good woman or not is a must, and associating her with adjectives like "Bio-Mother." But aside from all that, striking up a conversation is absolutely out of the question; if she notices you, you'll quickly look away.

Sigh, capitalism...

Sigh, it's so depressing...

"Sigh, you lot..."

Seeing everyone staring at her with curiosity, Fengchuan Xiangzi had no choice but to stand up. Underneath her dark gray diamond-patterned midi skirt, her pink and plump legs swayed, her white socks with ruffled edges swayed gently, and her wedge loafers made a pleasant clattering sound on the shiny floor.

Ah, I really want to...

No! No way! We just had a huge critique of foot fetishism, and now this kind of thought suddenly pops into my head? Wouldn't that be a slap in my face? A slap in the face of the vice president? A slap in the face of the entire anime club?

At that moment, the vice president's voice suddenly rang out:

"Oh my god, Saki-chan, could you take off your shoes?"

"what?"

Everyone was astonished and exclaimed in surprise.

My gaze shifted to the vice president, who was holding his phone, his hand clenched into a fist, looking anxious.

"Please, this is really important to me."

"Sigh..." Shoko Kaede pouted and shook her head helplessly, "I just can't do anything with you."

As she spoke, she bent slightly, crossed her legs, and hooked her hands behind her back to her heels.

Oh, it looks so elegant!

"Okay! Don't move!" the vice president suddenly said.

Fengchuan Xiangzi hesitated and looked up, then with a click, his expression, full of disgust and helplessness, was frozen in time.

"How is it?" Chen Chen got up and moved closer to Feng Chuan Xiangzi, excitedly showing her.

"Hey, that's a great shot..."

The members were completely bewildered.

Lin Jianlu, standing at the door, also looked completely bewildered.

No, you can use such petty tricks so easily, yet yesterday you ran up on stage to confess your love in public?