Wu Yi raised his eyebrows.
But to some extent, what Hoshinomiya said was not wrong. He did date Chabashira Sae on the weekend, but he was also with Sakura Airi, and he made them both wear maid outfits...
"Ohh, judging by this reaction, it must be a date, right?"
Seeing that Wu Yi ignored him, Xing Zhigong was not discouraged at all. He continued the conversation by asking and answering his own questions, with a slight smirk on his face.
"But Sae-chan doesn't seem very happy. Could it be that Wu Yi-san 'hurt her'?"
God? It hurts, so go to hell... Chabashi Sae wanted to say this.
But Xing Zhigong came to Wu Yi first and enthusiastically pulled up the latter's other hand that was not holding the questionnaire.
"In that case, would you like to transfer to our Class B? By then, I can accept you, not to mention Xiao Fanbo, even if you become my teacher. I'm not sure if I can handle it, but even so, I will endure it and try my best to let Wu Yi have fun..."
"Xing Zhigong! Are you done yet?"
As the words became more and more outrageous, Chabashira Sae finally couldn't help but explode. The sudden and sharp rise in volume shook the windows of the office.
Xing Zhigong's smile froze on her face, like a child who had done something wrong and was frightened by his parents' scolding. After a while, she slowly let go of Wu Yi's hand, her lips trembling.
"Um... I was just joking, why are you so angry, Sae-chan? Besides, I know that teachers and students shouldn't do that kind of thing..."
"There is a limit to how much you can joke around."
Chabashira Sae said coldly, emphasizing each word.
Then she turned her gaze to Wu Yi.
“Have you submitted all the questionnaires?”
"Here it is."
Wu Yi shook the stack of printed paper in his hand, and then handed it to the former's desk.
Chabashi Sae took a quick glance and then looked away. He stood up from the table, walked past Wu Yi, said "Follow me" and walked towards the door.
Wu Yi shrugged apologetically at Hoshinomiya Chie.
"See you later, Mr. Hoshinomiya."
"Yeah, see you later..."
"Follow up quickly!"
Hoshinomiya wanted to smile and wave goodbye, but was interrupted again by Chabashi Sae's unpleasant voice at the door.
I have no choice but to give up.
After leaving the office, Wu Yi followed the female teacher through the corridors of the teaching building. Along the way, he met many second-year students who had just come out of the classroom and were returning to the dormitory after school or to the club.
"So, teacher, where are we going?"
"Just follow me and you'll find out."
Chabashira Sae said this without even turning his head and quickened his pace slightly.
Two minutes later, they arrived at the door of a room called "Meeting Room" which had great sound insulation both in name and appearance.
"go in."
Using his teacher's ID to swipe open the door to the conference room, Chabashira Sae stood sideways at the door and motioned Wu Yi to go in first.
There wasn't much furnishing in the room, just a table and two long sofas, which looked like they were big enough for four people to sit on. There was also a working water dispenser next to it, with some disposable paper cups stored underneath the water dispenser.
Wu Yi found a sofa on one side and sat down, while Chabashira Sae closed the door and sat down on the other side.
There was not even any tea, and the female teacher spoke directly.
"What exactly do you want me to do about the cultural festival?"
"What to do... Of course I'll put on a maid outfit and become a maid. What else can I do?"
Wu Yi looked as if it was a matter of course.
But Chabashirasae smacked his lips, his tone a little hurried.
"I'm a teacher, how can I be a maid? Besides, let alone a maid cafe, I don't even have the experience of working in a regular cafe!"
"That's what I said..."
Wu Yi scratched his forehead.
In fact, he had no intention of letting Chazhu go on stage to serve tea and water from the beginning. She was so shy when trying on clothes in the shopping mall before. If he really let her go on stage, she would probably fall flat on her face and spill the coffee on the customers.
"It's okay, teacher, you don't have to do anything then."
"You don't have to do anything..."
Chabashira Sae was a little confused. If she was asked to wear a maid outfit and not do anything, why did she have to be a maid? Just a vase?
"Yes, it's a vase."
Wu Yi shook his raised index finger.
"Okay, this may sound a bit harsh, but you just need to enjoy the first half of the cultural festival and have fun as much as you want. Remember to come back before the last hour."
The last hour?
Chabashira Sae frowned again and began to feel conflicted.
She really couldn't imagine what she was going to do in the last hour. It couldn't be the exclusive service time for the tea pillar maid, right?
Everyone else left and she was left alone in the coffee shop serving tea and water? But didn't she just say she didn't have to do anything?
Instinctively feeling that something was wrong, Chabashira Sae decisively shook his head and rejected it: "No, you have to tell me what you want me to do."
"Oh?"
Wu Yi narrowed his eyes and launched a special attack against Chazhu.
"Teacher Chazhu, you don't want your class to fall behind Class A, do you?"
"you……"
Chabashi Sae was once again broken by these words, and for a moment she revealed the look of a girl who was about to cry because of being bullied but was forcing herself to hold it back.
"You, you're threatening me with this again!"
Volume 452: Chapter : The Ruthless Killer Hui Liyang
Kansai Kyoto.
As Japan's former capital for more than a thousand years from 794 AD to 1868 AD, it has the richest traditional cultural atmosphere in Japan.
For example, there are roads that are crisscrossed with fields, rows of buildings on both sides of the streets that are still built in a retro style today, and various temples of all sizes that can be seen everywhere just by turning a corner.
It is a village located in the Kuramayama area near Zenmine Temple... No, it's a bit of an exaggeration to call it a village. To be precise, it is an ancient town. All the buildings in the town are single-family houses with large courtyards. The visual effect is similar to that of a group of ancient villas.
However, although the location is in the mountains, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the modern city by the vast mountains and dense forests, it is only secluded rather than remote.
In fact, as long as you walk along the carefully paved asphalt road in front of the stone gate at the end of the ancient town, it’s not long, only about five minutes’ walk, and you can see the main road of the city outside... There is even a bus stop on the side.
At first glance, it seems to be no different from those ancient towns that are tourist attractions.
There is really no difference. Both are located in the mountains, both are quaint towns, and both are still inhabited.
The only difference is that other ancient towns would probably be named "xx town" or something like that, and large posters promoting various "tourism discounts" would be posted at the entrance of the ancient town every day.
This place is called Wu's Village, and it is the place where the Wu clan, an assassination family that migrated from China to Japan more than 1,300 years ago, has been based.
We never advertise and never offer discounts, but business keeps coming in.
Although the business direction is slightly different...
We walked through the entire Wuzhili and arrived at the largest house in the deepest part of the ancient town. In a Japanese-style room with a half-open sliding door that let in excellent light, an old man who was already over 50 years old sat cross-legged with a piece of letter on the low table in front of him.
He is talking on the phone.
Although his hair was already white, the skin on his hands holding the phone was full of wrinkles, and his palms were full of traces of time, but his old face was still as majestic as an angry dragon, and his black and white pupils, which were exactly the same as Wu Yi's, made people feel as if they would be pierced by a sharp blade as long as they looked at each other.
"Hey, Mietang, you should have received it too, right?"
"Got it? Eri-yang, what do you mean? An invitation to the cultural festival?"
The person speaking on the other end of the phone was also an old man, and his tone was quite teasing.
"Of course, what else could it be."
Wu Huiliyang coughed lightly to show her dissatisfaction with her old friend's deliberate stupidity, and lowered her voice slightly.
"Listen to me, if you plan to go over there to destroy the hall, I won't go."
"You're not going? Why?"
Hearing the completely unexpected news, the current president of Dai Nippon Bank, Katahara Metsudo, on the other end of the phone exclaimed in surprise.
"Hasn't it been over a year since we last met? That's your own grandson, right? Or did a paternity test reveal that it wasn't his? But isn't Xiaoyasha your daughter, not your son..."
"What nonsense."
A crossroads appeared under the skin of the old man's forehead due to the surging anger. Wu Huiliyang coughed lightly again and suppressed the sound again.
"You are well aware of the relationship between Garuda and Xiaoyi. If I take action, Garuda will definitely know and will definitely come with me, so..."
"Oh~~~"
A deliberately drawn-out, teasing voice came from the phone, which made people involuntarily imagine a mocking old face in their minds even through the phone.
Because his grandson and granddaughter have a good relationship, in order to avoid the two of them ignoring him as a grandfather after they meet, he would rather wait for more than a year to see his grandson. It turns out that Eriyoung's degree of parent-child control is really better than the rumors...
But then again, if a granddaughter is a biological child, then isn't a grandson also a biological child? Moreover, the two are siblings.
Could it be... huh?
Thinking of this, Katara Metō also lowered his voice.
"Eriyo, tell me honestly, is Xiaoyi..."
"What is it?"
Wu Huiliyang was stunned for a moment because she couldn't follow her old friend's train of thought.
But the president of Dai Nippon Bank on the other end of the phone was being nonchalant.
"No, no, no, it's nothing. Compared to this, I remember that the reason you asked Xiaoyi to go to Tokyo to study was not to find more partners. Don't you plan to go and see your granddaughters-in-law with such a rare opportunity?"
"This one……"
Wu Huiliyang was also a little conflicted, and after struggling for a long time, she finally decided to give up.
"Forget it. I'll bring it back eventually anyway. I can see you then."
"Well, since you insist so much, Eri-o..." Katara Metō changed the subject, and said cheerfully, "Then I will tell Xiaoyi that you are not feeling well and therefore cannot come. However, as for me, Miaoxiang will go with me, and Retō will not go because he has to manage the Kengankai for me."
"Sheath fragrance?"
The two are old comrades who have fought through the blood of bullets when they were young, and they can be said to be quite familiar with the name Wu Huiliyang.
That was the daughter of Katarahara Metō. Although she was an illegitimate daughter born to his mistress, the former did not treat her differently because of this, and she had a very good relationship with her half-brother Katarahara Retō.
Because of this, Katara Miedang threatened several times to marry Qiaoxiang to Wu Yi, which would strengthen the relationship.
But that's not the point.
The key issue is that due to the long-standing relationship between Wu and Pianyuan, the relationship between Shaoxiang and Garuda can be regarded as that of sisters.
If Shaoxiang wants to go, then Garuda...
"Gisama (Grandpa)——"
The logic had just come to this point when the familiar voice of his granddaughter came from the outdoor courtyard and got closer and closer. The next second, the sliding door of the Japanese-style room was suddenly pulled open from the outside by a delicate hand.
The long black hair in Jifa style was blown up by the running all the way, and now it fell like a waterfall due to the sudden stillness.
Because she had just returned home from school, the black-and-white-eyed girl with a schoolbag on her shoulder appeared outside the Japanese-style room like a gust of wind. She jumped up nimbly and agilely, landed steadily on her knees, and slid in front of Wu Huiliyang, her ancestral black-and-white eyes blinking brightly.
"I heard Sister Meixiang said that Ni-chan's school is holding a cultural festival and invited us to participate, right?"
"Yeah, ah...yeah..."
Wu Huiliyang, a powerful demon who was discussing hiding the matter with his old friend a minute ago, seemed to have no secrets in front of his granddaughter, highlighting the principle of answering all questions and confessing to get leniency.
"Great~"
The girl with black and white eyes waved her arms happily in celebration.
"Then let's go together, Jisama?"
