The bed sank slightly. It seemed that it was too hot to cover, too cold to be covered, and too lazy to put on clothes. Ms. Oda wrapped herself in a quilt that was neither too thin nor too thick, yawned and stretched.
The waist, the shoulder straps of the loose white vest slipped from the shoulders, and the hair was messy.
"If fans see my current situation, they will definitely be disillusioned." Oda ruffled the already messy hair even more messily, and then reached out to move the hair that blocked his sight to the other side.
That small bunch of hair stubbornly returned to his forehead due to the influence of gravity, so Oda had to spend more energy to open the cabinet and take out the simplest black hairpin to pin it. But it was
When he looked in the mirror, the messy hair and abnormally ironed bangs formed a strange contrast, which made Oda couldn't help but laugh when he looked at himself.
Thinking that he could no longer be decadent, Oda glanced back at the warm bed, gritted his teeth and sat on the chair in front of the table. He reached out and opened the professional textbook on the table, but he couldn't get excited after reading two pages.
The desire to study; I wanted to read a book and relax, but I only read one or two pages before I started to get distracted. I even picked up my phone and browsed my circle of friends without any interest, so I could only lie on the table in a daze.
As for homework...for college students, how can those homework that they don't like be counted as plagiarism/doge
Suddenly two familiar beeps sounded on the phone, so Oda turned his head and picked up the phone to light up the screen. What appeared in front of him was the schedule for the next week sent by his agent. He saved the form into the phone and replied with an OK,
Oda exited the mailbox interface, opened the diary with his backhand, entered the schedule one by one, and set a vibration reminder half an hour in advance - since the last time he almost forgot to shoot for a magazine, Oda developed this habit
This habit. Although she has never considered herself an idol, it is undeniable that her role is now that of a very popular idol. Her photo album some time ago was also a success. She is the kind of person who goes out without a mask.
It is easy to be recognized by other people, and this also makes Ms. Oda have to go out wearing a mask that she does not like to wear. Rather than avoiding this happening, it is better to cut it off at the source, so the Oda family uses UberEats
The frequency increased rapidly, but Ms. Oda mostly asked delivery people to go to the supermarket to buy food for her and then spent her free time by cooking.
But even though it’s free time, it’s actually not much.
Some time ago, Nango-san and Oda mentioned that Oda could go to the training classes of the third-term students more often, read, write, and visit the writing class to give guidance. He also said that the music that the third-term students were preparing for the meeting needed to be mastered in dance and singing.
Some help or something.
At first, Oda was a little confused and asked Nanxiang why he wanted to do this by himself. Nanxiang gave Oda two reasons: The first reason is because although Oda looks fierce, he is actually very caring.
Junior - Oda is skeptical about this; and the second reason is...the members who volunteered to go are a certain waste team and a certain big head, and Wakatsuki, who usually takes care of the waste team, also because
Because of the stage play, there is no way to smooth the scene for her, so this task can only be left to the reliable adult Ms. Oda.
"Okay, let's go." I imagined in my mind the scene of Miss Akimoto showing off her singing voice to the juniors, or Miss Sakurai accidentally bumping into Akimoto next to her while dancing, and then the two of them fell to the ground, or what? As soon as Sakurai saw the cute junior, he rushed towards her and rubbed her... "Even if it's for the one who likes me...Kubo-chan? Yes, and Momoko."
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"Okay, everyone can rest for a while." Hearing the voice of the dance teacher, the third-term students suddenly collapsed on the ground. They didn't care about the dirt on the ground or the sweat on their bodies. They just wanted to catch them quickly. Taking advantage of this free time to rest - I don't know why, the training of the vocal teacher and dance teacher has become more stringent during this period, maybe to allow them to perform better at the third-term student meeting, or... Maybe because I heard some news.
"Ah ha, haha!" The sudden sound of the door opening attracted the attention of all the third-term students, and walking out of the door, no, falling in, was a person who was extremely familiar to them but also a little strange.
"I just told you, Reika, to stop being so excited and pay attention." A slender little hand grabbed Sakurai's arm, which almost fell to the ground, to help her maintain her balance, and Sakurai was also shameless and pretended to be fine. He immediately switched back to his previous enthusiastic mode, "We are here to visit the third-term students." As he said this, he walked into the training room, followed by Oda and Akimoto behind him.
Because she had just participated in the recording of a broadcast group, Ms. Oda did not wear a uniform like Akimoto and Sakurai, but wore a so-called "Oda style" sweatshirt, khaki pants and sneakers. The peaked cap was taken off to cover the many dull hairs that escaped from my hair that I didn't have time to take care of when I woke up in the morning.
Many members of the third generation opened their eyes in surprise. After a while, they realized that their current posture and state were not elegant and polite, so they hurriedly stood up and said hello in various directions.
"Don't be nervous, we are just passing by." Regarding the matter of getting closer, Miss Oda couldn't compare with Sakurai and Akimoto, the two captains, so she stood aside and watched them with a smile, "Listen I said you were here, so I came to take a look out of curiosity, so I didn’t bother you, right?"
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"No, no." The third-term students shook their heads in unison.
"I also brought you some snacks. I remember when we were recording during the previous fortification, someone said he wanted to eat the snacks I made." Qiu Yuan stretched out the basket in his hand, then touched his chin and made He looked like he was thinking. However, after several seconds, no third-year student dared to step forward and take the biscuit from Qiu Yuan's hand.
"What, is it because you dislike my cooking?" Qiu Yuan pretended to be angry, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. The third-term students who were about to make a move instantly fell silent, and they seemed unwilling to be the one who stood out. bird.
"Don't scare them." When Oda saw this situation, he immediately understood the reason why Nanxiang wanted to come by himself. He stretched out his hand and took out a snack from Akimoto's basket, and then walked to the person sitting very close to him. , he knelt down next to Ms. Kubo, who had the deepest impression on him.
"Here." Oda stretched out his hand, but Kubo in front of him seemed to be in a standby mode, his face was red and he was muttering something to himself.
"Do you want me to feed you Kubo-chan?" Oda had a bad taste in his heart, and handed the biscuit to Kubo's mouth, "Ah~" and Kubo opened his mouth slightly as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Sakurai opened his mouth like a nymphomaniac, while Akimoto beside him quickly took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera.
It's really a picture of "the infatuated beauty receiving her lover's gift with a smile", Akimoto complained.
It’s really a picture of “seniors and juniors unite and love each other”, Oda thought to himself.