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Chapter 119 Calamus and Huizhi

"Wait, who is Mingguang?" The good baby Sakura Chiyo raised his hand and asked.

"Oh~ Don't you know?" Nozawa Huizhi straightened his clothes and began to give them popular science (gossip) about the unknown past of Iris: "Iris and I both graduated from Yumaru Middle School. At that time, Iris and In addition to being relatively close, the band members also have a good relationship with a senior senior, and they are often seen hanging shoulder to shoulder to eat. That senior is Tsukishima Mingguang."

"It doesn't sound like a boyfriend." Hinata Sakura was speechless.

"Brother?" Hinata Flower asked.

Sakai Iris nodded: "It's a buddy. I was tall when I was young, and few girls liked to play with me, and I didn't like to play with them. Then I noticed that there was a guy next to me who was taller than me! So I followed him every day. He went to and from school together and became buddies over time."

"At that time, their relationship was very good," Nozawa Keichi said with a smile: "Iris started playing volleyball because of Meiguang-senpai. It seems that it was because he felt that his brother was too embarrassed, and he didn't even make it to the main election in high school. She rolled up her sleeves and went on it by herself. You should have seen it before, Senior Mingguang came to watch the competition during the national competition."

Sakai Iris looked at Nozawa Keichi with a tangled expression: How does this guy know so many things?

Nozawa Keichi patted Sakai Iris on the shoulder and said, "Senior Meiguang is very touched, he said he didn't expect you to be so upbeat! You didn't embarrass him."

"You have to earn face yourself, that dishonest guy." Sakai Iris frowned: "How do you know so well? Even the paparazzi can't dig out such fine material."

Nozawa Keichi's eyes wandered.

Sakai Iris explored: "Mingguang likes petite, cute girls—won't you? Junior high school?"

"No! Nothing!" Nozawa Huizhi quickly shook his head: "How is it possible, I'm not petite, you're right."

Sakai Iris held on to the doubts: "Don't explain Hikari, you are petite to us, Hui! Zhi!"

Nozawa Huizhi sweated: "No, no. Me, that..."

Hinata Sakura interrupted suddenly: "Tsukishima? Mingguang? Little Iris, is your brother and that Tsukishima from Karasuno brothers? I think you and that Tsukishima also know each other."

"Ah, yes. Little Chestnut is Mingguang's younger brother, and it's been a long time since I said it." Sakai Iris sighed: "It seems that he went to Karasuno to study because of Mingguang, and he can read better according to his grades. In the past, he admired Mingguang very much, but later...forget it, Mingguang won’t let me get involved in his brothers’ affairs, so I seldom go to his house.”

Hinata Sakura laughed: "Ah, that's it." It seemed very interesting.

Hinata Flower has already taken out the book to review, she has never been very interested in gossip.It's just that she couldn't stand it because someone always said it in front of her, but she forgot it after hearing it.

"So! Did you have a relationship with Ming Guang?" Sakai Iris thought about the matter: "Did you deceive his feelings? Hey, you scum."

Nozawa Huizhi fled: "No! I said I didn't have any more! I take every relationship seriously!"

"Xiao Huizhi just broke up with the head of the Taekwondo club last month." Hinata Sakura complained.

"After two days, I was with the head of the karate club." Sakura Chiyo continued to complain.

Sakai Iris was silent: Could it be that this guy is the one who fought between the Taekwondo and Karate clubs?Then the last time you watched the excitement so happily?Who is this.

"Speaking of which, why did Xiao Huizhi come to play volleyball?" Hinata Sakura, who had been playing volleyball together for two years, suddenly became curious. Everyone seemed to have different reasons for playing volleyball.She and Hua are because of her family, Xiao Xun is for her best friend, and Little Calamus is for her brother, so what about Xiao Huizhi?

Sakai Iris frowned.

"Maybe it's because I'm too lonely." Sakai Iris said in a low voice, and stopped after saying a word.She doesn't really want to talk about other people's affairs: "I'm going to wash the bento boxes."

"I am coming too!"

"Together."

Hinata Hana quietly looked at Sakai Iris: It's so lonely.Huizhi?

Nozawa Huizhi, who was hiding behind the wall, lowered his head, his hair covered his face: So Calamus knew, she thought she was hiding it well.Calamus is right, she plays volleyball because she is so lonely, really...very lonely.Whether it's father or mother, it's never her who cares.

"You are here." Sakai Iris frowned: "Why are you in a daze, I'm going back to class."

"Hi~ I'm here." Nozawa Huizhi raised a bright smile: "Iris wait for me."

"Don't talk to me in that tone, it's disgusting."

"Hey~ what's the matter~"

"I told you not to speak in this tone, Nozawa."

History class in the afternoon is hypnosis.Sakura Chiyo looked around, and everyone got down on the ground: There is no way, there are more people in the sports department of her class.

The history teacher saw that his class was going to be cold, so he planned to save it: "Liechtenstein participated in the Prussian-Prussian War in 1866. 80 soldiers went there. After wandering around, 81 soldiers came back. Because along the way they followed a The Austrians became friends, and he joined the Liechtenstein army..." He began to tell the story.

Hinata Hana, who was writing furiously, paused for a moment: Do you want to memorize this?Not the point, is it?

Nozawa Huizhi propped his chin in a daze, seemingly studying hard but actually wandering away.If only there was a younger brother like Xiangyang, that kind of younger brother is like a younger brother, and she will pamper him well.

A ball of paper drew a graceful arc in the air, crossed the history teacher's Mediterranean Sea and landed on Nozawa Keichi's desk.Before Nozawa Huizhi could react, the history teacher picked it up and took it apart: "Nozawa-san, are you going to sing this week?"

Nozawa Keichi helplessly covered his face: Please, hello!

"Who wrote it?" The history teacher was angry.

The classroom was silent for a few seconds, and several hands were raised.

"There are so many people on one piece of paper? Do each of you write a word? Don't treat the teacher as an idiot!"

Sakura Chiyo, Sakai Iris, Miko Shiba Mikoto...these people looked at each other in blank dismay: Oops, why did everyone raise it.It's over, I didn't make a good signal beforehand, and we are going to go out together and stand for punishment.

"I'll ask again, who is it?" the history teacher asked holding a note.

Hinata flower pursed her lips and slowly raised her hand: "Old, teacher, I wrote it."

The history teacher's face softened a lot. He looked at the handwriting on the note in disbelief and asked kindly: "Is it really you? Hyuga-san? This doesn't look like your handwriting."

"Teacher, we actually wrote it all. It's just that we haven't had time to throw it away. If you want to be punished, you can punish it together." The monitor said with a smile while holding up the small note in his hand, and then everyone raised the small note.

History teacher: "..." The note was written temporarily!Is that why you are afraid of him?Besides, how could he punish a student he was proud of!

"Forget it, Hinata, don't do this kind of thing in class next time."

"Yes." Hinata Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Nozawa Keichi secretly saluted: Thank you, sister!

After class, Nozawa Huizhi hugged Hinata Hana emotionally: "Hana, thank you! I really love you to death! You are too, you are so loyal."

Hinata Hua blushed: "No, you're welcome."

"So, can we go to sing together this week?" The monitor raised his eyebrows: "Let's go together, we haven't had any group activities in this class yet. And Sakai-san sings very well, sister Hinata."

Hinata Hana looked at everyone's expectant expressions: "Huh?"

The author has something to say: Calamus and Huizhi are also female classmates with very long stories, if they were the protagonists, they would be able to write tens of thousands of words.