Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Vest, why are you here? ...
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The senior took them on a tour around the campus, and Mo Shiyu discovered that the school’s gym and cafeteria were actually connected. Is it convenient for students to eat after working out?
How should I put it, it’s really thoughtful.
The campus is full of blooming cherry blossoms, and you can see students camping on the grass.
Several of my classmates were from the same college and would probably take classes together in the future, so we exchanged social media accounts.
Everyone present was a freshman, without much academic pressure. Their biggest task now was to settle down first, so when they gathered together they discussed where to rent a house at the cheapest and which store was hiring part-time workers.
When passing by a lawn, the ground sprinkler for watering the flowers was turned on, and several people were caught off guard and got drenched. They looked at each other speechlessly and couldn't help laughing.
"It's so cold."
"Haha, what bad luck."
Mo Shiyu rubbed his damp hair with his hands. Then a tall, sunny, and handsome boy came over and handed him a piece of tissue. "I have a tissue, do you need one?"
Mo Shiyu took it and thanked him.
"My name is Qiu Shengxin. I'm also from the Polytechnic Institute." The handsome boy extended his hand in a friendly manner. "It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance."
He held out his hand and waited for a few seconds, but the smoky-haired, darkly beautiful young man showed no intention of returning the handshake. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand awkwardly, he saw Mo Shiyu wipe his hand with a tissue and then reach out to shake his.
Feeling the slightly moist touch of the other person's fingers, Qiu Shengxin realized that Mo Shiyu didn't reach out his hand just now not because he wanted to embarrass him, but because his hands were also wet.
"Mo Shiyu, nice to meet you."
Meeting the other person's gaze, Qiu Shengxin's face suddenly flushed. He turned his eyes away and withdrew his hand awkwardly. It took him a while to react, "Eh, this name...you're not Japanese?"
Mo Shiyu nodded, "I'm a flower grower."
"Foreigner? Really?" Qiu Shengxin was startled and said subconsciously, "I thought you didn't have an accent."
Mo Shiyu curled his eyes at him and said, "Maybe it's because I stayed in Japan for two years."
Qiu Shengxin said "Oh", saw him smile, scratched his hair, and couldn't help but smile foolishly.
After walking around the school, they arrived at the place where the clubs were recruiting new members. This should be the busiest place in the school right now.
The group was caught by the ferocious seniors like chickens, and a bunch of flyers were stuffed into their hands.
"Juniors, have you ever considered joining a hip-hop dance/tea ceremony/basketball club?"
Qiu Shengxin conscientiously explained to his international student, "Club activities count as academic credits in Japanese universities, so you have to participate."
"Even so, it's a bit too enthusiastic." Mo Shiyu lowered his head and struggled to sort out the mountain of flyers in his hand.
Qiu Shengxin said silently, "Maybe it's because... you have to pay a membership fee to join the club, which serves as the club's activity funds."
Mo Shiyu understood instantly.
For the sake of funding, it’s not shabby.
As expected of Japan, Mo Shiyu saw several anime clubs, game clubs, dubbing clubs and other clubs along the way, each with a different two-dimensional style.
There are also beautiful senior students wearing cosplay costumes who recruit people and give them an anime-related doll as a gift when they join the club.
There are the most people in front of these small shops.
When Mo Shiyu was thinking about which club was more likely to be slacking off, a large club with a lot of members or a small club with few visitors, he suddenly caught something from the corner of his eye.
His steps suddenly stopped.
Qiu Shengxin turned around curiously, "What's wrong, Mo?"
Mo Shiyu silently took a few steps back, turned his head, and his gaze stopped on the small table of the animation club, and his eyes met with a doll with long white hair.
The white doll's limbs were limp and resting on the table, motionless among a pile of dolls.
There is absolutely no sense of incongruity and it blends completely into the background.
The only thing that was unusual was a pair of eyes that were darker than those of the other dolls, and they were staring at him quietly.
Mo Shiyu: “…”
What are you doing, Vest? You're not a real doll!
How come you've become like this after just a few days of neglect?!
His vision was somewhat disjointed, and Mo Shiyu instinctively covered his mouth to prepare for vomiting - but after waiting for a long time, his stomach still didn't churn, so he had to hesitantly put his hand down.
Although we were still affected when we bumped into each other on the hotel rooftop two days ago, the rejection reaction has gradually decreased.
This should also be a reflection of the increased autonomy after the vest was modified.
Seeing Mo Shiyu staring at the stall motionlessly, Qiu Shengxin thought Mo Shiyu was interested in the anime club, "Mo, do you want to join?"
“…Well, sort of.”
A senior from the anime club cosplayed as Freelian. She was holding a staff and pretending to be a lazy elf.
But when she looked up and saw a beautiful smoky gray hair that looked like an illusion, her eyes widened and she immediately lost her character and grabbed Mo Shiyu and refused to let go, talking excitedly.
"Junior! Wow, is your hair natural? Come join the anime club! You're missing out if you don't develop a hobby of cosplay!"
Mo Shiyu was so shocked that he couldn't hear clearly what his senior sister said.
His eyes were glued to the vest, and he really wanted to share his memories now to see how the vest came here, but there were too many people here and it was difficult to do so.
He had no choice but to point at the vest and ask the senior student, "Excuse me, can I get this doll after joining the club?"
The senior student looked back and suddenly frowned, wondering why she seemed to have never seen this doll before.
But since outstanding people like Mo Shiyu could join, she didn't think much about it and immediately said, "That's right, you can take it if you join the club! You can pick any one you want. Look, this one is so beautiful!"
Mo Shiyu glared at Wawa and said, "...Then I'll join the club, please help me, senior."
The vest that was attacked by Mo Shiyu's death ray had its four spikes hanging on the table, motionless and pretending to be dead, with the words "I'm just a lifeless doll" written all over its body.
After filling out the application form for membership, Mo Shiyu resumed his stroll while holding the doll.
Qiu Shengxin, who was walking beside him, carefully glanced at the white doll's black hole-like eyes.
"Why does this doll look so creepy?"
It was as if she was always staring at him.
He moved to the other side of Mo Shiyu and looked at the doll from this angle, and found that the doll was still staring at him.
That’s awesome! How can today’s dolls be made to look like Mona Lisa? Is this some new technology?
Although he thought so, Qiu Shengxin still couldn't control the uneasy feeling in his heart, "Mo, do you really want to take it back?"
Mo Shiyu lifted the doll up, looked into its innocent eyes, and gritted his teeth, "...I've already paid the membership fee, so I must take it back."
"Oh, that's true." Qiu Shengxin said.
He looked at the bright sunshine, shook his head and smiled, thinking that he had brought a doll home, but found out that it was a ghost doll with a soul - this kind of plot only happened in horror movies, it was impossible in reality.
After a round of shopping, Qiu Shengxin finally chose the basketball club. He said that he was very interested in basketball and would make an appointment with Shi Yu to play basketball together next time.
Mo Shiyu agreed.
They finally got to know a few teaching buildings. It was noon, so the senior took them to a school cafeteria for lunch.
Several girls from the same college always glanced at Mo Shiyu from time to time. Now when they saw him holding a white doll, they finally couldn't help it and came over to talk to him while eating.
"Mosan, this doll is so cute. Where did you buy it? Is it our school's mascot?"
Someone shook their head and interrupted, "No way, our school's mascot is the peacock. I just saw a live peacock raised by the school."
Mo Shiyu said, "It's a gift for joining the club."
The girl understood what he said, looked at him and the doll again, and sighed, "Although Mo Sang's temperament is very mature, this doll and Mo Sang are a good match."
"Yeah?"
Mo Shiyu felt the doll suddenly move in his arms, its dark eyes revealed, looking at the girl brightly, as if they had become familiar with each other from the first sight.
In order to avoid being discovered, Mo Shiyu covered the doll's eyes.
How could they not be worthy? They are the same person.
Just then, their order arrived, and the topic was naturally changed.
The new student here is two years younger than Mo Shiyu. He speaks and acts in an obviously immature way, but he has the vitality unique to this age.
The students gathered together and chatted. They became familiar with each other soon after they met, and laughter could be heard everywhere.
Mo Shiyu propped up his head, looking at the noisy cafeteria and the noisy table. He felt as if he were in another world.
As the meeting was coming to an end, a figure suddenly walked to the side of their table, pulled out the chair opposite Mo Shiyu, and sat down.
Mo Shiyu raised his eyes and saw a face that looked vaguely familiar.
A boy with curly blond hair and freckles on his face smiled at him, "Ah, see you again, brother."
Qiu Shengxin raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Is he Mo's friend?"
The blond boy didn't even glance at him, but stared at Mo Shiyu closely. "I treated you to some red wine last time. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his memory became clearer. It was the kid he met on the plane. The one who splashed red wine on him.
I never thought that we would meet again one day.
It's really annoying.
Mo Shiyu looked at him nonchalantly, a faint smile on his lips. "I've met too many people, some of whom are not so important. It's always hard to remember them."
The blond boy didn't seem annoyed, but gave a cute smile, "It seems it's my fault that I couldn't make my brother remember me."
Mo Shiyu pondered for a moment, then stood up and smiled apologetically at the people at the table. "I'm leaving now. We'll meet again next time."
He walked out, and the blond boy stood up without hesitation and followed him. Qiu Shengxin curled his lips, "This blond brat is so annoying."
Someone responded, "She looks like an angel, but she seems to have a bad temper."
"Is Mosan okay?"
The protagonist of their discussion walked to the shadow of the corridor, turned around, and looked at the blond boy.
The blond boy tapped the ground with his toes, looking as innocent as an angel, but there was a hint of dark madness in his eyes.
"Brother, I've been looking for you for a long time." He said softly.
"My name is Li Shu. Can you remember me this time, brother?"
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