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Qiyun followed Yukinoshita into the club room. Even though he was using her own body, she still exuded a cool, aloof aura, the aura of a queen above her. It was strange to describe herself that way, but that was the reality. It 's true that aura is something ingrained in one's being, and it doesn't change with appearance, though appearance is certainly a significant factor.
As Qiyun closed the club room door, s\he saw Yukinoshita approaching, her eyes scanning him. Qiyun felt as if he were being seen through.
"Yukinoshita-san, should I ask you to stop staring at me with that lewd, lewd gaze of yours?" Qiyun asked tentatively, unsure of Yukinoshita's intentions. Was she testing his acting skills?
"Ah," Yukinoshita sighed again, her face still the same as before her transformation.
Finally, she spoke up, "Qiyun, you still haven't figured out your current situation?"
"I have a general understanding, but I don't know why," Qiyun shook his head, then walked over to where Yukinoshita usually sat and sat down casually. He was exhausted after sitting upright all day.
"I only know that it turned out like this when I woke up this morning. Does Yukinoshita know anything?" Qiyun leaned forward and asked Yukinoshita, supporting himself with his hands.
"Because of someone, the trial failed before it even started," Yukinoshita said, rolling her eyes at Qiyun.
"When did this happen? How come I don't know?" Qiyun was a little dumbfounded. He had just slept peacefully at home, and how could a trial suddenly appear and he failed.
"....."
After Yukinoshita's explanation, Qiyun finally understood the whole story of what happened last night.
"So, does that mean both parties need to confirm before the trial begins? Without confirmation, the trial is automatically abandoned and you've failed."
"Whose fault do you think it is, Mr. Pervert?"
Yukinoshita walked over and corrected Qiyun's sitting posture, saying, "I don't usually sit like this."
"Oh, okay." Qiyun obediently accepted Yukinoshita's instruction. Yukinoshita placed her hands on Qiyun's shoulders, pinched the soft flesh, and then firmly straightened her back.
Then, walking over to Qiyun, she untied her bow tie, saying, "I don't usually tie it this way. Take a look, it should be like this."
Yukinoshita explained carefully, her movements more deft than expected. With a flick of her fingers, a brand new pattern appeared before Qiyun's eyes.
"Did you remember it?"
"No."
"...Never mind. Let's not worry about that for now." Yukinoshita decided to ignore these minor details.
"Also, sit with your feet together, and make sure your skirt is straight when you sit down," Yukinoshita continued.
Qiyun was suddenly lost in thought, as if the person standing before her wasn't herself, but the cool and charming Yukinoshita. Despite her icy tone, she was still reminding her of every detail, the meticulous Yukinoshita.
"Did you remember this time?" Yukinoshita looked at Qiyun, sensing that he seemed a little distracted.
"I remember this time," Qiyun nodded.
"Yeah," Yukinoshita still had some doubts, but now she could only take things one step at a time.
"Wait, it feels like something's missing," Yukinoshita suddenly stood up and walked behind Qiyun, her tone full of confusion.
"What?" Qiyun didn't suspect anything, but Yukinoshita had already moved behind him, and she was no longer visible.
"It seems like my sitting posture is a little off. It should be... like this..."
Qiyun suddenly felt a pair of hands touch her waist and squeeze. A tingling sensation like an electric shock washed over her mind, and her body suddenly sat upright.
"Pah, that looks much better now," Yukinoshita clapped her hands, her voice tinged with gloating.
"Hahaha...haha...ha... Yukinoshita...you must be...retaliating," Qiyun couldn't help but burst into laughter, shifting uncomfortably. The itch in his waist was even stronger than he'd imagined. He thought Yukinoshita must be doing it on purpose; otherwise, how could she know her sensitive spots so well?
"It's just to help you get used to it. Mr. Pervert, you should be prepared for this," Yukinoshita said matter-of-factly. Qiyun was still catching his breath, so she couldn't see his expression, but she had a feeling he must be smug.
Qiyun finally stopped laughing and looked up to ask Yukinoshita.
"By the way, when will this end?"
"I don't know," Yukinoshita shook her head.
Then, she added a few more specific instructions, "My sister might come to see me soon, so try to avoid her. Even if you can't, try not to talk to her."
Yukinoshita stared intently into Qiyun's eyes, a rare hint of worry in her eyes.
Qiyun felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, and he solemnly promised,
"I will, Yukinoshita-san."
Seeing Qiyun say this, Yukinoshita felt somewhat relieved. Noticing it was getting late, she turned and prepared to leave, not forgetting to remind him,
"Okay, then, I'll be back first. Remember what I said, and the afternoon club activities will continue as usual."
With this, Yukinoshita walked out, her usual clean and efficient demeanor intact.
"Go back," Qiyun said, extending his hands. He looked at Yukinoshita's snow-white hands, each slender finger white and round, the delicate lines of her skin gleaming with a delicate smoothness. He glanced at them, then pressed his fingers together as if grasping something, then slowly lowered them.
It was afternoon, and Qiyun arrived at the door to find Yuigahama Yui standing alone, looking inside with an embarrassed and fearful expression on her face, her hands clasped to her chest as if in a defensive stance.
"Hmm? I seem to have some recollection," Qiyun remembered. There was another person in the club room at that moment: Zaimokuza Yoshiki, Hikigaya's good friend. He had come to the Service Club to improve his writing skills.
"Xue, you're here! There seems to be someone strange in the club room," Yuigahama Yui whispered, as if she had found support upon seeing Qiyun approach.
"Let me see," Qiyun looked up and saw a plump man with white hair tied in a ponytail and a brown coat draped over his school uniform, his back to the crowd as he stared out the window. Countless papers flew through the club room.
This was chuunibunaga, everyone has a painful past. Seeing this, Qiyun couldn't help but recall his own past, tapping the floor with his toes.
"Why aren't you guys going in yet?"
It turned out that Yukinoshita and Hikigaya had also arrived at the club room door, and looking in with a hint of confusion at the two standing there, staring in.
"There's a weirdo in there," Yuigahama Yui said quickly, a little nervous.
But Yukinoshita said nothing, and pushed the door open and walked in.
"Hey, you're finally here, my good friend, Hikigaya Hachiman." Zaimokuza Yoshiteru suddenly turned around and made an extremely childish challenge gesture.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Hikigaya.
"Is this someone you know?" Yukinoshita asked.
"I don't know him. Even if I do, I would say I don't know him." Hikigaya turned his head to the side, trying to distance himself from Zaimokuza Yoshiteru. But it also felt a little strange. Why did he inexplicably feel that Qiyun was the leader of the club now?
Soon, Zaimokuza Yoshiteru explained his purpose and entrusted everyone to express their opinions on the original manuscript of the novel.
"Hmm? Isn't it time for me to speak now?" Qiyun thought, taking in the situation. Yukinoshita's sharp interrogation of Zaimokuza Yoshiteru had just begun, leaving his already fragile soul feeling a blanket of criticism. If this continued, the head of the Service Club would change, even though, in reality, you, Yukinoshita, would still be the one.
"Ahem," Qiyun cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"Zaimokuza-san, since you're so prepared, we'll accept your commission. We'll express our gratitude to you when the time comes," Qiyun tried her best to mimic Yukinoshita's tone so that no one would notice the mistake.
"Thank you all," Zaimokuza Yoshiteru said, avoiding any chuunibyou rhetoric this time. Instead, he sincerely thanked everyone, seemingly having been dealt a heavy blow by Yukinoshita.
"Then, my dear friend, Hachiman Daibosatsu, join me on this heroic journey." Zaimokuza Yoshiteru became lively again, brimming with energy as he led Hikigaya out of the club room, though Hikigaya's face was still filled with reluctance.
"Well, Aki, wait for me." Yuigahama Yui saw Hikigaya leaving and followed him with her things. Before leaving, she looked at the two people in the room, suddenly bent down and bowed, and said with a smile, "Thank you Qiyun and Yukinoshita for standing up for me today."
"You're welcome, Yuigahama-san," Yukinoshita said lightly.
"Hehehe, bye then." Yuigahama Yui waved to the two of them and closed the door. The sound of trotting was heard in the corridor.
The club room became quiet again. At this time, Yukinoshita was picking up Zaimokuza Yoshiki's manuscript, ready to go back and study it carefully.
Seeing that there was no one around, Qiyun said quietly, "Yukinoshita-san."
"What's wrong?" Yukinoshita turned around and looked over, with confusion in her eyes.
"What are the plans for tonight? Where should I go?" Qiyun asked Yukinoshita for her opinion. He really wanted to sleep at home. While Yukinoshita's house was indeed large and looked quite luxurious, there was no such thing as a home. He still felt more comfortable sleeping at home. He knew that wasn't practical, but he still agreed with Yukinoshita's opinion. Perhaps she had a better idea.
"Mr. Pervert, do you want tomorrow's headlines to be about the most beautiful girl on campus staying out of a single high school boy's room late at night?" Yukinoshita looked at Qiyun with a surprised expression, seemingly puzzled by Qiyun's idea.
"Yukinoshita-san, it seems like you've become less modest lately. You never used to call yourself the most beautiful girl on campus so directly," Qiyun said, stroking his chin.
"Did I say that wrongly? I was just stating a fact," Yukinoshita said matter-of-factly, looking at Qiyun with a hint of provocation.
"Of course, because now I am... the most beautiful girl on campus."
After saying that, Qiyun playfully made a scissors sign beside her face, revealing a sweet smile. He tilted his head slightly to one side and glanced at Yukinoshita, her eyes blinking playfully. At this time, her soft long hair slid down her shoulders like a waterfall.
"Hey, hey, hey, I give up, Mr. Pervert, you are the most beautiful girl on campus, haha..." Yukinoshita covered her mouth lightly and tilted her head to one side, as if trying to hold back her laughter.
"Hey, Yukinoshita, you must be laughing at me."
"Haha... I'm not... hahahaha."
"You still say no, you don't even pretend anymore."
The laughter came from the club room, through the window, and flew towards the playground. In the farther sky, the color of orange gradually came. The breeze spread the colorful clouds of the sunset all over the sky. The white clouds were like a girl drinking, and a blush gradually appeared on her charming cheeks.