Does gravity make me stronger?

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Hopefully, the cultural festival committee of Xiuhua High School will put in some effort.

Speaking of which, I wonder how things will go after the band's second performance tomorrow afternoon...

Because of the incident involving personality correction, Hachiman didn't pay any more attention to Goto Ichiri's five quota tickets afterward.

However, judging from Goto Ichiri's relaxed expression on the last day, there should be no problem.

Because he had things on his mind, the walk to school always felt shorter. Just as he arrived at the classroom, his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket again.

Upon opening it, I discovered it was a message from Xiangzi.

Shoko: Hikigaya-kun, could you come to the clubroom this afternoon?

Perhaps because the band was about to perform, Xiangzi had been so busy since returning to Tokyo that she had hardly contacted him.

wrong.

Why would he assume that Xiangzi hadn't contacted him because he was "busy"? Is it possible that he wouldn't have contacted her even if he wasn't busy?

No way...

The voice that suddenly rang in his mind startled Hachiman slightly. He then gave a self-deprecating smile, dispelling the inferiority complex in his mind.

Regardless of how busy Xiangzi is, he should take care of the other person. Isn't this a boy's responsibility?

Upon receiving Xiangzi's message, he immediately replied.

Hachiman: Okay, I'll be there on time this afternoon.

After Golden Week, the atmosphere at Haneoka Academy became tense again. With only a month left until the final exams, everyone started studying hard again.

Because of his synchronization ability, new knowledge was constantly being introduced into Hachiman's mind during this period.

Therefore, Hachiman's academic pressure was greatly reduced.

But he knew that Nagasaki Motoyo was carrying the burden for him.

Saint Sue!

but.

I always felt that Nagasaki Motoyo wasn't a very serious person.

Occasionally, some knowledge that is impossible to be tested would come to mind, such as whether it is okay to have sex during menstruation, or how to prevent pregnancy. Why would a high school student bother to think about these things?

Can't it just be that someone has a stronger desire for sex?

It is not impossible.

Hachiman awkwardly touched his nose, walked into the classroom, and went to his seat.

As usual, Miyami Sen, in Class 1-C, walked up to the podium with the class roster after the bell rang.

She first scanned the students below the podium, her gaze lingering briefly on Hachiman, before speaking in a firm and powerful tone.

"The Golden Week holiday is over, and final exams are just around the corner. I hope everyone can get back into the swing of things this month and focus all their energy on their studies."

"The importance of this final exam is self-evident. Just like the previous midterm exams, if any subject is failed, parents will be called."

He couldn't hear a word Miyami Sen said on the podium.

He is no longer the academic failure who could only score single digits in math a few months ago.

The Hachiman we know today is the Hachiman of mathematics!

By the way, I'd like to thank Su Shidao first.

Arigato!

While Hachiman was thinking, Miyami Origami continued speaking: "From today until the end of the month, you can continue your activities for the first half of the month, but all club activities will be suspended for the second half."

With final exams approaching, club activities gradually come to a halt, which is in line with the general pattern in schools.

On the contrary, Xiuhua High School, which holds its cultural festival at the end of the semester, seems somewhat out of place.

The cultural festival and the final exams are only one or two weeks apart. How are students supposed to prepare?

If you want to take exams, you don't have a cultural festival; if you want to have a cultural festival, you don't get good grades.

Wait a minute, wasn't Goto Ichiri's grade pretty bad?

Suddenly remembering something, Hachiman prepared to take out his phone to ask Goto Ichiri about his grades, but was interrupted by the sound of Miyami Sen knocking on the table from the podium.

"Only students who pass the final exams will be able to participate in the club's summer activities. Please plan your time accordingly. That's all!"

Summer activities?

Upon hearing this name, Hachiman couldn't help but feel curious.

During his junior high school years, there were indeed summer camps and similar activities, but because he hadn't participated in any clubs for three years, Hachiman's only impression of these activities was from anime.

For example, a scene of a boy being surrounded by countless girls while sleeping on a quiet night.

Such a thing would naturally not happen to him.

but.

Will the record department have any activities planned for the summer vacation?

That's something to look forward to.

"When you go to the department this afternoon, talk to the department head about this."

Having made up his mind, Hachiman began to take out his textbooks and embark on a journey of learning.

In the afternoon, the weather gradually became hot and dry.

According to the weather forecast, the temperature today has reached 30 degrees Celsius, and you will start to sweat slightly after standing in the sun for a short while.

Fortunately.

Because of the ample budget, every classroom at Haneoka Academy is equipped with air conditioning. Just turn on the remote control, and a cool breeze will blow into the classroom, eradicating the nascent summer heat.

Enjoying the breeze and turning the pages of his book, Hachiman seemed to hear a sound coming from beside his ear.

Knowledge +1

...

The entrance to the record store.

"Sorry to bother you."

He called out from inside Hachiman, then slowly pushed the door open.

As soon as the door opened, Sawamura Kaze, wearing an ill-fitting women's school uniform, clapped at a very strange rhythm.

"Scratch!"

He quickly closed the door again.

Did we go to the wrong place?

"Hikigaya!"

A loud voice, completely unlike that of a girl, reached Hachiman's ears from the clubroom.

He closed the door again.

Sawamura Kaze crossed her legs impatiently, while Shoko sat opposite her with a forced smile, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Um, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." Xiangzi stood up gracefully and walked towards Hachiman. "Give me the bag."

Hachiman, who had never received such treatment before, was taken aback at first, then waved his hand and said, "I can do it myself."

"Um..."

Xiangzi timidly clasped his hands together in front of his chest, a hint of sadness and loss flashing in his golden eyes.

"Um, thank you for your help."

"Ah, um!"

With Xiangzi's enthusiastic help, Hachiman put down his schoolbag, sat in the corner, and then asked Sawamura Kaze with a strange look, "Captain, is there anything I can do today?"

For a moment, everything around fell silent.

Only a brand-new electric fan hung from the ceiling, hissing and blowing air outwards.

In this quiet setting, Sawamura Kaze coughed mysteriously before speaking, "Hachigaya, what kind of club do you think we are?"

The obvious question left him somewhat bewildered.

"The record department, so?"

"So, to celebrate the huge sales of CDs at the last cultural festival, let's have a party tonight!"

After saying that, Sawamura Kaze made no attempt to hide his excitement, mimicking the action of opening a champagne bottle with both hands.

Chapter 190, Section 187: The band's end still faces numerous difficulties.

"I'm sorry, Minister, I have something to do tonight." Xiangzi refused directly.

“Me too.” Hachiman nodded in agreement.

"Sigh, why are you two junior students so disobedient!"

Sawamura Kaze adopted a senior's posture, head held high, intending to use his age to thoroughly humiliate the two 80-year-olds.

"You dare disobey the minister's orders?"

While Japan's elder culture isn't as extreme as its neighbors', it still has some influence in some seniority-based clubs, such as baseball clubs.

But this is the... record department!

never mind...

Kind-hearted Hachiman decided to give her face.

"So, was the minister treating everyone to dinner?"

"There are departmental fees."

"..."

Shoko sighed and shook her head: "I'm sorry, Minister Sawamura, I really have something to do today."

"Tch, this is so boring. Let's go have some fun, Hachiman."

Sawamura casually put his arm around Hachiman's shoulder; his muscular chest had no feminine touch whatsoever, it was more like a solid iron plate.

It was also the flattest airport he had ever encountered in his life.

"I..."

Before Hachiman could respond, Shoko quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him forcefully into her arms.

Because he didn't exert any force, Hachiman flew backwards into Xiangzi's arms like a kite with a broken string.

Yeah, it's more comfortable here.

[Cao, I'll kill you!]

What's wrong?

Come to think of it, Xiangzi's scent doesn't seem to have changed.

[Maybe he hasn't showered]

That's nonsense. How could a beautiful girl not take a bath?

Hachiman pondered for a few seconds and realized that Shoko must have specifically gone to buy the same shampoo as his family.

Thinking this, my face started to flush uncontrollably.

"Minister, please keep your distance. Hachiman is a boy."

Xiangzi said very seriously.

"what?"

Sawamura Kaze stared blankly at the two people who seemed to be glued together, his mind completely blank.

Garlic paste is ruthless.

Despite his lingering desire for the girl's warm embrace, Hachiman forced himself to move away from Shoko's arms.