Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 565 - 257. Changed or Unchanged Daily Routine2

"Why are you here? Besides, the original Shakespeare quote is ’Frailty, thy na is woman,’ no need to thank ," said Dubian Che.

"Jealousy, thy na is Kiyono," retorted Jiutiao.

"Pay attention in class," Kiyono demanded.

...

After school, today was Dubian Che’s turn for duty, so the two beauties went to the Human Observation Departnt first.

After wiping the blackboard and filling out the teaching diary, Saito Keisuke, who had stayed in the classroom, approached.

He sat in the seat in front of Dubian Che.

"After school in the classroom, a scene by the window from an ani," began Saito Keisuke.

"If that’s really the case, do a favor and leave, replace yourself with a beautiful girl," said Dubian Che as he wrote "super fun, although the experints seed a bit dangerous" in the physics class evaluation column.

Saito Keisuke crossed his arms, pushing up his glasses mimicking the class leader—tonight’s evening class eting had overwhelmingly elected him as the male class president.

"Dubian, let’s make a beautiful girl ga together!"

"It turns out I’m the one who should leave, goodbye, Anyi Huijie Renye."

Dubian Che twirled his pen, looking out the window, thinking about Xiaoquan Aonai’s attitude during the class eting.

It was as if the noon embrace had not happened, but it wasn’t the sa as usual either, her gaze deliberately avoiding this corner.

"...that’s why, let’s make a beautiful girl ga together!" Saito Keisuke seed to say sothing enthusiastically.

No need to ask specifically, when the answer was a refusal, what the other person said didn’t matter.

Dubian Che closed the "teaching diary": "Let’s go."

"Truly Dubian! My dear friend!"

The two headed to the teachers’ office. Saito Keisuke waited outside.

"Mr. Xiaoquan, here’s the ’teaching diary,’" Dubian Che placed the "teaching diary" on Xiaoquan Aonai’s desk.

"Uh-huh." Amid stacks of docunts, Xiaoquan Aonai typed on the computer.

Dubian Che glanced at the succulents on the desk corner, then at Xiaoquan Aonai.

"Is there sothing you want, Mr. Dubian?" Xiaoquan Aonai turned around, her gaze strictly professional.

Dubian Che pondered for a mont and finally nodded: "I see, I understand now. Goodbye, teacher."

"Uh-huh." Xiaoquan Aonai responded faintly.

After Dubian Che left the office, Xiaoquan Aonai faced her laptop again, her white fingers on the keyboard, but unable to type a word.

What did he understand?

So himself referring to him as Mr. Dubian ant to simply forget the past?

Right, he never said he liked her. She was the one striving unrequitedly.

It’s for the best. He’s a student, and I’m a teacher. It’s for the best.

The computer screen blurred in front of her, Xiaoquan Aonai raised her hand, ready to wipe the corner of her eye, then continue working.

"Teacher," a warm breath suddenly at her ear, "I kind of feel like eating Hamburg steak tonight... is that okay?"

Xiaoquan Aonai trembled, heat rushing to her pale cheeks, her heart pounding furiously.

"Teacher?" The voice drew nearer.

"Teacher?" Almost kissing!

"No, no problem!" Xiaoquan Aonai cried out in answer.

"Great, thank you, little Koizumi Teacher," Dubian Che left the office again.

Xiaoquan Aonai’s eyes brimd with tears, her hands cupping her hot, flushed cheeks.

Worried she might be noticed, she suddenly looked around as if rembering sothing, and then her eyes t Akiko’s.

It’s all over.

Was it a misunderstanding just yesterday, and today it’s all real? Is she really going to date Dubian, be his lover?

No, no!

...

At least, at least wait until after graduation.

Akiko watched Xiaoquan Aonai, her appearance caught up in blissful fantasies, and couldn’t stand it.

Turning her face away, she opened her water bottle and took a sip, her expression bizarre as if the water tasted bitter.

Dubian Che and Saito Keisuke, waiting for him, united and headed toward the club building.

Along the way, they passed classrooms where duty students were still on duty.

In Class 1 of the third year, a student was talking with a teacher, possibly about the April mock test results.

"Our goal is to sell fifty copies at the Cultural Festival, then we can storm the ani expo, make a na in the industry, receive invitations from industry companies, and reach..."

Saito Keisuke was talking about his grand ambitions.

"Anyi Huijie, go find your generic female protagonist elsewhere, don’t talk to about this," Dubian Che refused.

"A true ga creator doesn’t need a generic female protagonist at all! Won only get in the way of work! Hand in hand on the street, riding the Ferris wheel, roller coasters, haunted houses, rry-go-rounds—using all that ti, you could make the female ga character three tis more charming!"

"The Ferris wheel and rry-go-round don’t sound bad, I’ll try them next ti with my Kiyono."

"Dubian!!!" Saito Keisuke almost cried out the na of the protagonist.

"Alright, alright," Dubian Che resignedly said, "What do you want to do? Invest? Is a million yen enough?"

"If possible, please do!"

"Ga rights belong to , if it loses money, according to bank interest..."

"I actually ca to discuss the screenplay with you."

By the ti they reached the club building, Dubian Che had probably figured out Saito Keisuke’s intentions.

To have him, Dubian Che, perform the ga screenplay as the best student in Island Country;

Then, to request him, Dubian Che, top ace of the Wind Instrunt Club, to ask the Wind Instrunt Club to handle the music;

And lastly, to continue asking him, Dubian Che, the Tokyo heartthrob, to ask the art club’s Chichiko to take on the original drawings.

"Forget who art club’s Chichiko is for a second, I want to know, what are you responsible for?" asked Dubian Che.