The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 216 216 Culture Festival Day One Ends

“Why didn’t you tell me to leave?”

At the end of his turn, he burst into the side of the gate where he came to show his face to Zhou and the others who were at the wall, and the side of the door lowered his brow and laughed as he had trouble tightening the tie he had opened to sing.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving at first, but my vocal kid did his leg in a club a week ago… and the doctor stopped me from leaving even though I was injured by a boulder, so I’m the substitute.”

It would not have been possible if I had indeed been injured because of some performance that would have moved my body.

“Oh well. Is the one with the leg injury okay?

“Yeah. I knew I was sorry because I couldn’t get out and I was about to regret it. Looks like you enjoyed it.”

“Well, does that mean there’s no choice… But you used to sing that far in substitution. It was just me.”

“Really? Good.”

I had originally realized in karaoke that the song jumped through and was good, but I don’t know if I could oh and stand on stage without being overwhelmed by the audience and fascinated the other way around.

I was impressed with my excellence as I heard the ladies cheer, but they also saw how it was, and the side of the gate is cheeky with embarrassment.

“… this is so embarrassing after all. When my friends see me, it stinks.”

“Should I not have seen it?

“Yeah, that’s not true. Fujimiya and Vertebra are the usual faces, and I’m a little relieved. I’m relieved to have someone I’m used to seeing.”

Instead, it was helpful in that regard, and the surrounding women screamed at the side of the door, sneaking around to see what was going on.

As usual, you’re in the spotlight everywhere, and I grinned inside bitterly, laughing to tear “you’re welcome” to the side of the door with a grin like lighting and pride lived together.

At midday, he works “good luck” with just a gentle grin and takes the attitude that he is only an escort to Zhou.

Probably to avoid getting the jealousy you don’t need. It is well known that Midday and Zhou go out with each other, but still getting too familiar in public with the side of the gate gives the impression that things are not good for trouble.

“But that’s a shame. I wanted to show the trees around the corner.”

“Uh, I hope you don’t. You’re gonna be unhappy with what you didn’t tell me, or you’re gonna tear it up.”

“Well, take that spoil. I’m sorry I kept it to myself.”

“It was decided quickly, so I had no choice. It’s force majeure.”

Stop, he says with a laugh, so I slapped him gently on the shoulder, loosening his cheek and saying “yah yah yah yah yah” while I vowed to tell him when I gathered for class again later.

“Good day one -! No, you worked really hard!

The stage was going all the way to the closing, and at midday I saw the stage with the two people by the gate before returning to class.

The schedule for the first day of the Cultural Festival is over, and the classmates have each gathered for breaks and shifts. You enjoyed each one, he had a full look on his face.

When the tree of executive commissioners speaks the words of labor, each of their classmates has a voice of joy.

The tree gets some stirring and then coughs up and draws attention again.

“Well, from now on, we’re going to do a light cleanup that will also be ready for tomorrow. The accounting team will check to see if the sum of the sales matches the order count and report it to me. Put the money in a prescribed bag and submit it to me, too. I’ll submit it to the operation. The back squad will be ready tomorrow, the customer service squad will be cleaning this classroom, and the back squad will be ready when it’s done.”

“Yes.”

Each one is assigned a job, and he nods honestly to his own advantage.

The circumference is clean, so I roll my arms to try to finish the crisp and go get some water in the bucket.

A year ago I wasn’t good at cleaning, but midday instruction and daily piles allowed me to do it on average, although I wasn’t good at it. I can keep it clean now, correctly.

“… it’s tedious”

I raise my voice like Kido was impressed by the surroundings I was cleaning in midday and breath.

“No, because midday is more handy than me. It’s like my master. I couldn’t really clean it up at first.”

“Fujimiya-kun was surprising because he had a slight image.”

“If it was outside the house, I’d be solid, Zhou-kun”

He was listening at midday when he was folding and removing dirty tablecloths, and he turns to teasing voices.

It’s not sloppy in the house, and as for the circumference, I have to push silence. You’re so right that I can’t complain, but it’s not my hobby to be made fun of too much either.

“You have no choice. That’s not how a man lives alone.”

“I still think it’s terrible. When I stepped in, I didn’t have a footstool.”

“… that’s it”

“Er. I don’t live alone, but my so-so is a beautiful room, right? I was just cleaning up because I was coming in. You don’t have anything under your bed.”

“Stop him on the boulder. Look for him.”

Because looking for something around it by her is a project that makes her spine colder for men, a couple around the country just want her to do it without revealing what she’s hiding.

As for the circumference, there is nothing to be explored and it is neither painful nor itchy, but most of it is hidden, so it will be difficult to be explored.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t trying to find you, but I was wondering if you had a promise. See, comics are common, right?

“To a boulder. That’s too much for a comic book.”

“That’s right. So-chan was laughing that you were too cheap…. And Fujimiya, by the way?

“I have trouble finding my stomach that doesn’t hurt”

“haha”

Chino was also a disaster to Kido, who laughed naggingly… and when he was sympathetic, the middle of the day tilted his neck tightly.

“What are you talking about?

Apparently he was working and hadn’t been listening. Seeing as midday made him wonder, Zhou missed his eyes disguised as nature as much as he could.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Well, Fujimiya said you don’t need it because you have a vertebra.”

“Kido.”

Don’t talk weird, stare at Kido laughing prankily as he twitches the shame seeping out of the back.

In the middle of the day, which blinked his eyes even more strangely as opposed to the wooden door, which increasingly darkened his grin at the condition, Zhou withstood and pulled his hand at midday and peeled it off the wooden door.