Early the next morning, Minami, Mashiro and Misaki had breakfast and left Sakurasou. Mashiro was reading comics on the way to school. He should have almost finished reading yesterday's novel.
When they arrived at school, the three of them were separated because they were in different classes. Nan Wukong came to his class, and because he didn't have any friends, he sat alone and played with his pen idly.
Nan Wukong's thoughts were brought back when he learned that class was in session, because the teacher in class was Bald Wu...
The classes he took were also very boring. They were actually learning music scores. Nan Wukong didn't even know music. Taking classes in this music subject always felt like a sad thing.
Although there are courses such as mathematics, they are even more boring.
The last PE class in the morning was a time to relax a little, because there were beautiful long-legged girls wearing school sportswear, shorts and tight half-sleeved shirts that you could look at casually, so Nan Wukong pretended to be sick and sat aside to watch the class.
School days are indeed boring, no matter which country you are in. It’s just that you don’t have enough homework to complete in class, and you still have a lot of time at your disposal when you get home from school.
When it comes to homework, I have to say that it requires writing. Nan Wukong can speak and understand Japanese, but cannot write... So, Nan Wukong can only say goodbye to homework.
But he wasn't worried, he was just dawdling.
"What about tomorrow's singing class and piano class..." Nan Wukong was worried, even if he was just messing around, he couldn't be laughed at.
Oh my god, can you hear the roar of the scumbag!
Nan Wukong looked up to the sky and pushed up the frame of his glasses with his middle finger. Then he saw a book fall from upstairs and hit Nan Wukong on the head.
"God heard my voice?!" Nan Wukong picked up the book and said in shock: "Mathematics?!" Could it be that he was telling me not to think about anything unrealistic, or that he could collect seven mathematics books?
Call upon the Almighty God of Learning to teach me how to play the piano and give me a good voice.
"I'm sorry, senior, my book fell down accidentally, didn't it hit you?" A girl with a ponytail ran over and said panting.
"It hit me."
Nan Wukong said decisively.
"Eh?!" The ponytail girl was very flustered and kept bowing and apologizing.
"Forget it, but the books are confiscated." Nan Wukong turned around and was about to leave. It seemed that he was planning to collect seven mathematics books to summon the almighty God of Learning.
How could the pony-tailed girl watch the book being taken away, so she quickly stopped Nan Wukong, "That senior...I'm so sorry, I have to go to class in the afternoon, can you give me the book back?"
"If it hits me, it's mine. Why should I give it back to you?"
The girl with the ponytail was almost mad to death. What does "if it hits you, it's yours"? Could it be that a girl falling from the sky is also yours?
"Well, I have to go to class tomorrow, can you return the book to me?" the ponytail girl begged.
Nan Wukong casually threw the book away and gave it back to this pretty girl with a ponytail. As for the reason... it was because Mashiro had already come out of school and was walking towards him.
"Sora, let's go back. I found inspiration." Mashiro walked up to Namo Kong and looked at him intently.
"Okay, let's go back." Nan Wukong took Mashiro's little hand and left the school, leaving the pony-tailed girl in shock.
"Hey. I haven't asked his name yet..." The pony-tailed girl then remembered that if her book hit someone, it wouldn't be enough to just apologize. After all, they are all from the same school, so I'll apologize better next time I see her.
Apologize.
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I returned to Sakurasou after school. As soon as I entered, I saw Misaki coming out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water in her hand. She saw the two of them smiling and saying, "Welcome back."
Nan Wukong nodded, "You came back so early?"
"My classes are too easy, it doesn't matter if I come back early!" Misaki smiled proudly. Misaki's painting talent is indeed not bad, and it is normal to have privileges from the teacher.
"Where's Sora-chan? I remember you're in the music department. I've never heard you sing before!" Misaki's suggestion made Mashiro look up at Minami Sora with interest.
"Ahem!"
Nan Wukong coughed, "My throat has been feeling uncomfortable lately."
"No, let's sing!" Misaki came over and used the cup as a microphone to point at Minami.
Nan Wukong looked gloomy, lowered his head, bit the cup and drank with a "squeak".
Misaki puffed up her mouth and looked angry, and Mashiro suddenly laughed. This was the first time Minami saw Mashiro's smile, so sweet and cute...
"Mashiro-chan's smile is so cute!"
Misaki hugged Mashiro and rubbed her.
Nan Wukong returned to his room, turned on the computer and was about to continue writing the novel, when he suddenly remembered to take a look at the effect of yesterday's release.
With an uneasy feeling, I opened the website login account and checked the data in the background. I saw that there were already tens of thousands of clicks on favorites and a lot of comments, all of which were "looking forward to it" and "the author will update soon" and the like.
Overall, the response has been good, and it seems that this kind of novel is still very popular.
"That's good... let's finish "Your Name." today." Nan Wukong has decided to sleep in class tomorrow, and no one can stop him.
During dinner time, Mashiro took out the half-finished comic he drew and showed it to Minami. Although there was only one picture, a clear plot development could be seen. It was roughly a boy falling in love with a girl at first sight.
But... why does this boy still have a strong sense of déjà vu? Is it because of the glasses and the use of the middle finger to push them up?
However, the expressions and dialogue between the boy and girl are much better.
That's good...it has some effect.
After being praised by Nan Wukong, Mashiro was obviously in a much better mood. After eating, he went back to his room to continue working hard.
After Nan Wukong had eaten, he went back to his room and stayed up late to finish the novel, which was about 180,000 words long or short.
"The novel adapted from the movie... If you continue to be a copywriter in the next few days, let's choose... the Fate series."
What is face? Nan Wukong said that it’s nothing for a girl’s face, no more! (To be continued)