"President, what book are you reading?" Qing Keisuke sat down in his seat and actually saw the title of the book.
Hoshino finally glanced at him, his expression undisguised to dislike him, but he still symbolically raised the envelope of the book.
It says "Animal Farm", written by George Orwell.
"Are you beating around the bush and scolding me?"
"……no."
The corner of Hoshino's lips slightly curled up when he heard this: "Of course there are no monkeys in the farm. This is a book about animals making revolution and rebelling against humans."
"Ah..." Qing Keisuke lost interest: "Revolution? What about the end?"
"See for yourself."
Qing Keisuke retorted: "Is there a possibility that I directly asked about the ending because I didn't have enough interest?"
"Is there a possibility that I just started watching?"
Hoshino Fujiko gave him a look and told him to shut up.
"Okay, okay."
Aoi Keisuke asked Hoshino Fujiko to write a review for himself after reading it, but he was ignored as a matter of course.
"By the way, where is Yuki?"
"Run out to play."
"Don't pamper it too much." Qing Keisuke reminded, after all, it is still his cat.
Hoshino Fujiko glanced at me, and what he meant in his eyes was: Are you teaching me how to do things?
Qinggui realized it - it turned out that Yuki was no longer his own cat.
As expected of the president, he has the idea of plundering and plundering from the chaebol in his mind.
Hoshino Fujiko couldn't stand the idiot-like random thoughts in Aoi Keisuke's mind. She sighed, closed the book, and asked Aoi Keisuke why he came today.
"Come here to visit the lonely old man."
"Ah, I'm here to help Arisugawa deliver souvenirs."
Qing Keisuke looked serious: "She came back from Kyoto today and brought you chocolate and matcha cakes."
He reached out and took out the gift from the Pure Domain, blocking Hoshino's view.
"..."
Hoshino Fujiko pressed the gift box that was about to stick to her face and asked in confusion: "Why would she bring me a gift?"
"For one reason or another."
Aoi Keisuke was too lazy to explain and pointed in the direction of the tea table, implying that it was now tea time.
Hoshino took out a pack of tea with unknown packaging from the drawer and instructed Qing Keisuke to do it himself.
Aoi Keisuke did not refuse, he took the tea with a smile, selected the tea sets on the cabinet, sat directly on Hoshino's exclusive sofa, pressed the control button, and lowered the suspended tea table.
He ignored Fujiko Hoshino's murderous gaze and leisurely showed off the tea art he had learned.
"President, what kind of tea is this?" Qing Keisuke looked at the tea packaging bag and found a few simple Chinese characters on it.
Hoshino Fujiko sneered back, before Aoi Keisuke, no one dared to sit in his seat.
"Before you answer the question, go and buy a new sofa to atone for your sins."
"What am I guilty of?"
Aoi Keisuke pretended not to understand what Hoshino meant. He brewed the tea, poured it into the cup, and invited her to sit on the carpet opposite the sofa.
"Come over and sit down, President. It's not a bad thing to experience the customer's perspective once in a while."
Hoshino felt like he was about to laugh out loud.
——This guy is really a bastard.
She simply opened the book again and leafed through it quietly.
"President, please bring the cake."
"Click——"
Keisuke Aoi raised his head and saw Fujiko Hoshino raising a revolver, with the black muzzle pointed at him.
It was the sound of her opening the fuse just now.
"Shut up."
"How scary, President!"
Aoi Keisuke did not deliberately provoke Hoshino Fujiko again, after all, he had already tested whether the president could shoot before.
He led the spirit and brought the tea poured for Hoshino to her table.
"Excuse me, President, what kind of sofa do you want? I can prepare one for myself."
Hoshino frowned, turned off the gun's safety, and put it back in the drawer.
"It is forbidden to occupy the space of the social office. I will ask someone to change the sofa myself."
"Eh~"
Faced with injustice, Qing Keisuke made a symbolic protest.
"I'm still thinking that if I don't want to go to class in the future, I can come over and sleep on the sofa in the club office."
The girl sneered.
Qing Keisuke found that Hoshino's laughter was actually very pleasant. Even the sarcastic sneer was very clear and sweet, like an oriole, making people think of the girl involuntarily.
He didn't turn around to look at Hoshino, but he already thought of the mole at the corner of her eye for some reason.
Hoshino lowered his eyes and looked at the tea cup in front of him, the tea inside was still rippling.
After looking at it for three or four seconds, she shifted her gaze and quietly turned to the next page of the book.
Because Hoshino had already decided to change the sofa, Keisuke Aoi drank two cups of tea and simply lay down on the sofa, ready to experience the feeling of sleeping in a social office.
——It’s only once anyway.
Qing Keisuke put his hands behind his head and breathed a sigh of relief. The Hoshino family is a chaebol after all, and the workmanship and material of these things for enjoyment are quite good, making people feel sleepy as soon as they lie down on them.
As he breathed, he suddenly smelled a faint and pleasant fragrance on the sofa.
"Um?"
He suddenly sat up from the sofa and looked at the girl who was still sitting there.
"Uh, does the president also like to lie on the sofa?"
Although it is a question, the answer is obvious.
The social office is equivalent to half of Fujiko Hoshino's home, so it's normal to lie down on the sofa in your own home.
"If you round up yourself, wouldn't you be lying on Hoshino's bed?"
"..."
Hoshino Fujiko felt Aoi Keisuke's overly direct gaze, but she didn't respond too much. She didn't even look away from the book.
She calmly picked up a strand of hair that had fallen down and tucked it behind her ear. She spoke in a calm and mocking tone: "Qing Keisuke, you are really a hopeless monkey in heat.
You are obviously already surrounded by a bunch of girls, but you still want to sneak in every opportunity and show off your poor acting skills. Is the smell I left behind so fascinating to you?
Are you still feeling complacent in your heart? Are you fantasizing about more disgusting things?"
Aoi Keisuke was speechless because he was indeed wrong.
But for some reason, he was keenly aware that Hoshino Fujiko was not as calm and calm as she seemed on the surface.
Perhaps it was because he and Hoshino had spent a long time together and became more familiar with each other, so he could distinguish the subtle differences in her tone of voice and expression.
This sense of familiarity was not ignored by Aoi Keisuke because of Hoshino's aggressive words.
"Hoshino actually cares about this matter?"
"Is she trying to pretend to be mature? Or is she trying to pretend that she 'doesn't care about this level of intimacy'?"
Hoshino listened to Qing Keisuke's inner speculation, and his fingers holding the pages of the book were trembling slightly.
This bastard! Idiot!
A faint crimson color quietly climbed up the girl's neck and cheeks.
She was shy because of Aoi Keisuke's sudden ambiguous behavior!
And he still stubbornly denies it in his heart!
All the yelling and scolding was to cover up the fact that he was shy because of Qing Keisuke.
But Qing Keisuke's voice at this time was like an annoying fly, making her heart become impetuous, making it impossible for her to continue to deceive herself.
Moreover, after realizing the fact that "Qing Keisuke guessed her mind", she fell into an even stronger shyness.
Shut up!
shut up!
Get out of this room!
Fujiko Hoshino closed the book abruptly. She covered her face with the book, suddenly afraid of her own changes.