The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 197 197 Cultural Festivals and Customer Service Practices

Under the progression of the trees, the crispness and preparations for the cultural festival proceed.

Sometimes cultural festivals have become accustomed to both the second year, and it would be significant that the men and women in the class are clearly selfish and united.

I am busy as I prepare for my daily class schedule, but it is unusual for me to be around it, but I was so full that I didn’t feel busy.

“Hey, there’s a mislabel on the flyer. I haven’t printed it yet, so please rebuild it. Wrong school address on a boulder is out.”

“Don’t you know the tablecloth? I heard you bought it, and it’s nowhere!

“Because even if the cost is now set to less profitable, the amount will be this much…”

While feeling the hustle and bustle of the classmates performing the tasks entrusted to them, Zhou Tatsu was also under the guidance of his own customer service clerk.

“… Fujimiya, uh, come to”

“… to”

“It’s tight. It’s tight.”

Kaorika Kido, a woman in her class who works part-time at a coffee shop, is the instructor of customer service, but she has a bitter laugh around making and smiling.

As for Zhou, I don’t have to laugh, but it doesn’t seem to be enough from her.

“Mm-hmm. I’m fine with my usual smile. On the contrary, I’m not aware of it, or do I want to? More relaxation, relaxation.”

“Even if they say so. When I think about customer service, I really do.”

“Guests can think of me as a potato.”

“Yam Hey.”

“Zhou-kun seems better for eggs”

I add that midday, which was equally guided by customer service, makes me laugh and tease.

I guess I’ve been dealing with Zhou for almost a year and I know exactly what he likes about eggs. It doesn’t just make me laugh at ingredients eggs, so it doesn’t change in the end.

That’s not the problem, I thought, but I wouldn’t dare go in there and scratch my cheeks because midday seems like fun.

“Well, a lot of guys say that Zhou is better in nature than he can’t make, and let’s go in the direction of relaxing him somehow”

“Who says nature is good?”

“… a class girl? I think it felt like I was watching you with Vertebra.”

“I don’t like what you’re looking at.”

“Aren’t you showing it off?

“Hey.”

I couldn’t help but return it because I was stunned by the “you’re unconscious” of something staring at the tree.

He smiles modestly as he dyes his cheeks slightly at midday. Her illuminated eyes stroke this one and tint her cheeks more than earlier, so apparently she may have felt conscious with her. I noticed it as a result of my midday personality, but it seems to be correct.

Other girls, starting with Kido, are nodding yeah.

“If Fujimiya was spending time with Mr. Vertebra, it would look good.”

“What…”

“Here’s the thing, aura”

“Aurally”

“You know, sometimes I get a little carried away.”

I don’t know what that means, but I’m trying to hide my shame at midday if I have any idea.

However, his eyes seemed slightly shaken by his anxiety mixed with the shame, and Kido waved as he laughed at the snare and denied that he noticed the change.

“Mr. Vertebra, it’s okay, I have a boyfriend. I don’t have a hobby for people.”

“Well, I wasn’t worried about it.”

“You don’t have to hide it. You’re anxious when your boyfriend gets attention. But I’m not interested unless I’m a muscle mukimucchio. Fujimiya, you’re too thin to be eligible!

“I feel like I’ve been told a sprouts”

I thought the muscles had followed me for once, but I felt a little desperate about the assessment that it was too thin. The tree was praised for having more muscle than before, but that may have been a lower standard of praise as well.

“… Ah, Zhou-kun is not a sprouts. I’m sure it’s white… but it’s… muscular.”

“What, is it amazing if I take it off?

“Because people don’t listen well! I won’t say anything misleading at midday.”

“… but I’m quite disappointed”

“Fine. I’ll be embarrassed later. Maybe it’s midday.”

I want you to realize that you are saying to yourself that you have had the opportunity to see and touch your complexion.

Actually, it was just stuck in a swimsuit, so there’s no reason why I felt guilty, but depending on what I heard, it wouldn’t be strange if they took it as already tied. However, since midday is leaking Zhou as a gentleman, he is also known to have done nothing.

I accidentally pounded my tongue because I was relieved by Zhou’s pointing out that it was still a raw and warm gaze when I looked around at him at midday. Mostly toward the trees.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“That nigga got annoyed”

“Too much responsibility shifting. Here, curse is fine. Practice.”

Forget about myself. I greeted Zhou with a tongue strike again, and when I saw Kido with a musty face, he laughed.

“Well, I hope I found out Fujimiya and the others are hot. Fujimiya will be fine if she welcomes you with a proper smile. It was beautiful, and I think it would be fine if I showed you exactly what I taught you.”

“I never thought it was beautiful.”

I don’t think it’s rough, but I don’t even think it’s beautiful, so I tilt my neck even if they say so, but at midday I’m smiling like I’m convinced.

“I think it’s probably because I grew up looking at your parents. Because you two are classy.”

“I don’t know if my mother’s classy or not, but it doesn’t work dirty.”

“Mr. Vertebra is dating Fujimiya and her family Gurumi.”

“Kido…”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

Zhou turns to the top of the Buddha at the wooden door, which giggles when dull, but the grin only thickens and he ends up only smiling at midday and on the set.