Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 144 Guess who I’m helping?
Natsume Qingyu couldn't tell whether it was accidental or a coincidence.

Anyway, he was in a slightly remote place.

I saw a girl I knew standing with an annoying supporting character.

When he walked over, the annoying guy walked away again.

"Hidechi Baba, what did you just say?"

"Encouragement from fellow white group members." Hatsukano Suzune put her hands on the back of her head, tied her tail into a ponytail, and stabilized it with a white hair tie.

Wearing loose sportswear, her chest was almost raised to a wonderful height.

It really messes up people's minds.

"Congratulations, Minister Hatsukano has made friends again." After coming back to his senses, Natsume Kiyoha thought for a while and said.

Hatsukano Suzune was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "Natsume Club member, when did my friendship become so cheap? At least for a long time in the future, I will only have you as my friend. Baba-san, it's just a rehearsal for the recent opening ceremony. We met a few times, that’s all.”

"Then you hate seeing him?" Natsume Qingyu asked directly.

"What is this? Weird possessiveness?" Hatsugano Suzune crossed her arms, a beautiful and proud smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes were somewhat meaningful.

Natsume Qingyu was in an inexplicably better mood, shrugged and suggested: "It's annoying to have so many people, isn't it?"

"Indeed, in less than a day, six or seven people have inexplicably told me their childish love. Obviously I don't know them at all. I should say that I am brave, but I am too thick-skinned." Suzune Hatsukano With a green-white index finger, he twirled a few strands of hair hanging down from his temples.

There was no showing off, a serious look on his face.

"No way, your charm is undisputed, just like mine." The young man who had just seen the world said without hesitation.

"Then I'd rather not." The girl swung her ponytail and raised her eyes to stare at him.

Natsume Qingyu glanced at her subconsciously again. Her figure was clearly highlighted without wearing tight sportswear.

Under the sports shorts, there are quite healthy and voluptuous thighs.

White like clouds and soft like marshmallows.

The man's lust was looming, and the young man's Taoist heart almost died.

He seemed to understand. Every time after class, a bunch of boys would lie on the balcony to admire the athletic girls.

Therefore, Mr. Racecourse, please go die.

"It's not your fault." Natsume Qingyu slowly raised his eyes and accidentally met those beautiful eyes.

Hatsukano Suzune's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although she was shorter in height, Natsume Qingyu felt that the other person was looking down on her.

"It's not my fault either."

The young man hesitated for a second, then withdrew his gentleman's gaze and slowly added another sentence.

"When the sports festival is over, everything will be over."

"Are you going to do something stupid again?" Hatsugano Suzune looked him up and down, her eyes slightly uneasy.

"Then you must forgive me."

"It depends on the situation." Hatsukano Suzune glared at him angrily.

In her heart, reason always comes first.

"Don't worry, it won't be too much. The game is about to start, so I won't disturb you. Go and warm up quickly. It won't be good if you get a muscle strain."

Natsume Qingyu waved and took a few steps towards the crowd.

Suddenly he turned around and held a rolled up paper tube as a trumpet.

"I won't cheer for Hatsukano-buchou before the game. In my opinion, it is more like an invisible pressure. You just need to do your best. The sports festival is not just about first place."

Despite what he said, Minister Hatsukano would still strive for first place.

After all, that's who she is.

He wants to do something.

"Thank you." The girl pushed her somewhat messy hair behind her ears.

"See you later."

"Ah."

The breeze blew across her cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, it seemed that I could hear the boy's footsteps retreating away.

When the boy completely disappeared from sight, she turned around to warm up.

…………

Some of the executive committee members served as referees and scorers for the event, and some became the messengers for the physical education teachers. The rest were all crowded in front of several tables on the rostrum, holding microphones in their hands to broadcast local games.

The young man who was leaning on the stairs climbed into the podium, pulled up a seat and sat down.

"Natsume-kun, why are you here?" Ikegami Sakura from the broadcast department exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Because of the girl's exclamation, Baba Xiuzhi, who was sitting on the other side, also looked over.

"As a special guest."

Natsume Qingyu smiled and said, "Why don't you welcome me?"

"Where is it...but isn't Mr. Fujita the special guest?" Ikegami Sakura took out the list on the table and confirmed with her eyes.

"Sports Festival teacher is also very hard. I want to come over and help before I have a game. Of course, I asked for permission." Natsume Qingha's eyes moved elsewhere, and Ikegami Sakura took advantage of the situation.

Not far away, a sturdy middle-aged man grinned, showing his white teeth, and gave a thumbs up.

"Then thank you, the handsome and considerate Natsume-kun." Ikegami Sakura leaned forward slightly to show respect.

"Senior, what do you mean, we are all in the red team, that is, we are comrades who depend on each other for life and death." Natsume Qingyu pointed to the red hairband in front of his forehead, which is the same color as Ikegami Sakura.

"So let's fight against the white team together." The young man turned his head and began to adjust the microphone on the table.

Baba Xiuzhi frowned slightly and touched the white hairband on his forehead.

"...Hmm, no problem." Chishang Sakura looked at the handsome side face, a little dazed, her cheeks were slightly red.

Just comparing appearance, Natsume Kiyoha is even more exaggeratedly handsome than the student council president Baba Hidetomo.

Moreover, his gentle and cheerful personality always gives people a sense of peace of mind, as if if he explains, the red team will win easily.

"Sister Chi Shangxue, freshmen group women's sprint 100 meters, among the comrades in the red group, who do you like more?" Weiwei pulled the microphone on the table and sorted out the documents scattered on the table.

"Mizuki Na." Ikegami Sakura answered immediately.

"Mizuki-kun, are you awesome?" Natsume Kiyoha remembered a beautiful figure running slowly in gym class.

Can you win?
"Yes."

"Can you tell me about Mizuki-san's glorious deeds in detail? It's convenient. I'll give it to our group later to boost morale." Natsume Kiyoha had his own plans in mind.

"no problem."

A few minutes later.

"Ah... Huh... Hey, hey." Natsume Qingyu tried her voice.

"Natsume-san, the power is on." Ikegami Sakura on the side gently poked him with her elbow, half-covered her mouth, and reminded in a low voice.

The young man showed no apology at all.

Instead, he pinched the microphone with his fingertips.

Upon seeing this, Ikegami Sakura immediately covered her pink little ears.

Subsequently.

A high-pitched noise came from the school-wide radio.

This caused everyone in the audience to cover their ears and look over with irritability.

Before the mood of the crowd reached its peak, Natsume Qingyu said calmly:

"Look, what can be done about this? The broadcasting department is really poor. I think this microphone is older than me. Maybe it's the same generation as my dear mother. If you don't pay attention, it might explode. I'll look back. Let me help you talk to the school teachers and increase the club’s activity budget.”

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter in the playground, and the dissatisfaction just now disappeared. Some even helped explain that "a sports festival without fried wheat is not complete at all."

After this tossing, even the athletes who were warming up relaxed a little, and seemed to have a sense of joy like a sports festival.

Amid the commotion, there was a beautiful eye, quietly staring at the rostrum.

After a moment of adjustment, the sports festival campus broadcast was officially launched.

"Hello, classmates and teachers, this is the campus radio station, and I am the host of this sports festival, Ikegami Sakura."

"Hello everyone, I am the temporary special guest, Natsume Kiyoha."

"As the saying goes, the sports festival is synonymous with youth. Every year, there are many ignorant and youthful interesting things. Which ones leave the deepest impression on Natsume-san?" After Ikegami Sakura said this, she suddenly turned her head. , because she forgot that the person beside her was not Mr. Fujita.

Of course, Natsume Kiyoha did not forget to complain.

Sister, I'm a freshman in high school. How do I know the interesting things from the past years?

He was speechless, but he didn't intend to make the atmosphere tense.

He put two fingers close to the microphone, with a relaxed smile on his face, and hurriedly answered: "The famous voice actor Suzumura Kenichi once mentioned that rushing as hard as you can and then being late is a shortcut to make your seniors remember you."

His tone paused, then fluctuated momentarily, and then continued.

"But the students who are rushing to the scene over there must not be like the last class of seniors who mistakenly thought that the 1500-meter long-distance race was about to start. They did not see the sports notice board clearly and accidentally mixed in with the 100-meter dash. Yunli Wuli also won the first place.”

As soon as these words came out, the photography department of the news department was also very powerful.

A few big black guys turned around.

The big screen, which had been playing the passionate song MV just now, immediately popped up a few faces of people who had just entered.

Among them was Kaede Hase, who was forced to participate in the 1500-meter long-distance race because he did not have enough sports options.

Hearing his good brother's sarcastic voice, he couldn't help showing a strange expression.

You're persecuting me again, right?
It's really, damning.

Suddenly, the audience burst into laughter.

now.

Only then did he realize that he was being projected onto the screen.

There are even close-ups of handsome faces!
Instead, she blushed like a girl and looked away.

There was laughter again on the playground.

Even Takeda Shiori laughed.

"Natsume-kun, speaking of which, there will be no club competition events at this sports festival." Ikegami Sakura flipped through the schedule on the table again.

Natsume Qingyu paused for a few seconds, then said with a smile:
"Yeah, it's really a pity. I don't know what the grade director was thinking. I even said that I would lead the club to kill everyone, but in the end I didn't even have a chance to take action."

At the same time, a teacher in the lounge crushed the paper cup in his hand.

Water splashed all over the floor like blood.

"Natsume-san, have you joined the club? I still remember that I invited you to come to the News Department, but you were unwilling." Ikegami Sakura's sweet voice spread from the radio.

A sharper gaze arrived at the podium.

Natsume Qingyu felt a chill in his heart.

It can be regarded as a tacit understanding.

"Well, there is... Okay, without further ado, let's go back to the sports festival. After all, our athletes are all on stage." Natsume Qingyu coughed lightly and began to change the topic. He turned off the microphone and took out the A microphone of higher quality and easier to use.

"What is about to start now is the traditional event of the girls' 100-meter dash, and the first-year group will start first." Ikegami Sakura looked at the track and quickly got into shape.

On the big screen, there were a total of ten girls participating, with contestants in the red group and white group standing staggered on the starting line.

"Wow, standing on the No. 1 track is our favorite general. He is the best in the first-grade track and field team. He has participated in county competitions since junior high school and has repeatedly achieved excellent results. In the near future, he may be recommended. Yes, Mizuna!" Natsume Qingyu's funny tone enlivened the entire playground.

Subsequently.

He pointed the microphone in the direction of the playground, heating up the red team's shouts into the speakers.

"Mizuna! Mizuna! Mizuki..."

The members of the red team immediately understood and broke into a victorious posture, shouting out the name of the champion in their hearts.

On the big screen, Mizuki Na waved around frantically and bowed, with 'Never live up to expectations!' written all over her face.

Natsume Kiyoha smiled happily, and then introduced in an indifferent tone: "Standing on the second track is Suzune Hatsukano, an amateur in the running world!"

The camera shows an almost perfect profile, and those blue eyes are even more touching.

The members of the white team shouted loudly at first, and then quickly calmed down.

Something is wrong, the last person can do a lot of things.

Why are there so few compliments for my team?

The most important thing is that Natsume Qingha probably held the microphone behind his back.

It’s simply a shame! The treatment is so different.

Many eyes begging for an explanation were directed towards the rostrum.

"Sorry, sorry, it's not that I don't want to say more nice things. But it's true that I am ignorant and know very little about this player." Natsume Qingyu said apologetically, "Then change it to blessings, and wish this unknown player can win. Get good grades."

The white group was instantly excited. The man who was sitting on the ground chatting directly started to revolt.

"Come here, kill him and sacrifice him to the White Team!"

"It's so arrogant."

"Kill him and take the microphone."

…………

The girls in the white group didn't dislike the handsome guy's humor, but instead turned to enlighten the unknown guy in Natsume's mouth.

"Hatsukano-san, just run seriously, there is no need to feel pressure."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about that biased villain Natsume."

"Even if we lose, it's all Natsume-san's fault for saying depressing words and affecting our morale."

"..."

"Strength determines everything." Mizuna said calmly to her side.

Even the school boss Natsume-kun is on her side and she has to maintain the momentum he has created for her.

"Yes, strength determines everything." Compatriots in the red group waved flags and shouted.

"That makes sense." Hatsugano Suzune seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised in an arc.

Looking quietly to the side of the commotion, the momentum of one person actually suppressed the red group for a few seconds.

"Oh my god, the contestant on track two actually smiled contemptuously." Natsume Kiyoha laughed and spoke again.

Faces on the big screen, zoom in, zoom in, zoom in again.

Really smiling...

The photographer was a little shocked and looked towards the podium.

"Mizuki-san, in this battle that concerns the reputation of the red team, we must not let it go because of human sophistication! We want her to be convinced of the defeat." Natsume Kiyoha said solemnly into the microphone.

"Oh!"

On the big screen, Mizuna raised her fist toward the sky.

The overwhelming support for the red team followed.

The sportsmanship of the white team on the side is even more burning.

The atmosphere of the opening of the sports festival is completely there.

Hatsukano Suzune was a little more convinced.

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