Chapter 3: Encounter! Parsnip seed farmers have a bountiful harvest...
The farmers reaped a bountiful harvest.
First, I got the potato seeds, and then what I had to do was...
Get some money first.
The farmer walked quickly with an expressionless face, thinking.
No matter what, the start-up capital is really pitifully small. The damn Joja didn't even give him n+1?
It’s hard, hard, the fist as big as a sandbag is hard.
And how can I unlock Willy's story if there is no parsnip?
The farmer learned his lesson and decided to go find Pierre again the next day. Perhaps the lack of parsnips was due to lack of preparation on the first day... But what if the parsnips were a person like the orange tree?
farmer:……
Is it possible that the most undesirable bug will happen?
Blueprints, he needs blueprints for the seed generator.
Farming level nine, it’s not that difficult, right…?
The farmer's eyes were glaring, and he really wanted to use a mod to cheat. After all, once farmers have tried industrialization, they can never go back to the farming era! The farmer, who had never used a cheat mod in a day, drooled with longing.
However, despite thinking so, after sowing ten potato seeds, the farmer returned to bed on time before two o'clock and closed his eyes peacefully.
Do young farmers dream of farming level nine?
The answer is obviously no. To be honest, I didn’t dream about anything. It felt like I opened my eyes and it was six o’clock directly.
The farmer condemned the gaming experience and planned to start writing a complaint letter today.
After watching a fortune-telling program and learning that "the elves have no emotional inclinations today," the farmer opened the door.
Lewis is standing outside!
Is this the legendary wild Lewis? (No, there is no such thing.)
At this rate, was he going to give him some parsnips? Here he came, he was ready, the farmer held out his hand.
And then got a piece of paper...?
*
"I forgot to give you the acceptance letter from Shiratorizawa yesterday."
Looking at the expression on the boy's face, Eagle Forger snorted coldly.
"He really doesn't look like your grandfather at all."
He motioned for Kenjo Shinichi to follow him, "The entrance ceremony for Shiratorizawa begins today. It's great that you came back from abroad and got first place on the entrance exam."
"But the location is too remote. Shiratorizawa's dormitory is just right..." As if sighing, "I guess you wouldn't listen even if I told you. This is exactly the same. Your grandfather is also stubborn. I really don't understand you, the Jiancheng family."
"You all have pretty good athletic skills, though. I heard your brother is on the Kaminarimon Junior High School football team and a top seed." Coach Washi Takumi bent over to open the car door, glancing at the expressionless Kenjo Shinichi as he fastened his seatbelt. "Remember to report to the volleyball club after the entrance ceremony. I want to see how good you are."
"I won't let you down."
The boy who had been silent all this time spoke abruptly. His tone was a little strange, as if he had not fully adapted to the pronunciation of Japanese, so his long sentences sounded a bit awkward, but it did not affect others' understanding.
Confidence in your words is contagious.
Upon hearing this, the eagle master Kaji raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm looking forward to it."
Can the setter, known as the towering star in the U15 American Volleyball League, also shine in Japan?
…
【Join the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club】
Give Lewis the Eagle Blacksmith a bottle of truffle oil.
The little exclamation point is finally not blank!
The task list was updated successfully.
But volleyball...?
The farmer's eyes widened.
Isn't that the taste of the random Stardrop he got at the beginning?
*
Kenjiro Shirabu, a first-year student in Shiratorizawa, is currently lying in the infirmary thinking about his life.
Very good, he drooped his eyelids and began to recall in a disjointed manner how things had happened.
Everything was normal at the freshman entrance ceremony. The school started during the cherry blossom season and the weather was great. Although there was still a bit of chill in the air, it was harmless. The freshman representative happened to be in the same class as him and was seated very close to him. After the principal gave his routine speech, it was his turn to speak on stage. This had nothing to do with Shirabu Kenjiro. The reason he chose Shiratorizawa was to pass the ball to Ushijima. His original plan was to submit his application for admission to the club after the opening ceremony instead of wasting his time in the infirmary.
The culprit was still sitting beside his bed, yelling, "Parsnip! Don't die, Parsnip! You're from Iridium!"
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
A well character appeared above my head. Who is the wind-blown grass?
"You've got the wrong person," Shirabu Kenjiro said, trying to push him away despite his headache. "My name is not Parsnip."
Damn it, I can't push him away. Is this guy made of iron?!
Looking closely, his muscles are indeed well-developed, and his face seems quite good-looking too… No, he almost got carried away. “My name is Shirabu Kenjiro.”
So he is not a so-called windbreak, so stop pulling his clothes. Who would have thought that this inexplicable freshman representative completely ignored his words, and instead intensified his behavior and tried to lift him up.
Shirabu Kenjiro:?
Shirabu Kenjiro: "Teacher?! Teacher, help me!"
It took a lot of effort for the nurse to calm the panicked Shirabu Kenjiro down. To be more precise, she snatched him from the strange man's hands and hit the blue-haired boy on the head. Only then did he finally calm down.
Strange person: "When will your energy be restored?"
"When asking someone a question, you should at least exchange names... And what's with the energy value question? It's a weird question..."
Shirabu Kenjiro looked listless.
The next second——
"Why do you have that expression that says 'why do I need to tell you the name of a plant?'"
After a chaotic argument, the freshman representative finally stopped calling him Fangfengcao. After a few seconds of silence, he continued: "My name is Secretary of the *** Committee."
Shirabu Kenjiro:?
?
What did you say your name was?
Obviously, unlike his shock, the boy opposite him started a new sentence after not receiving his response.
"Okay then, my name is the ** Party Organization Department."
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
What is he mumbling about? No, when did Shiratorizawa admit a psychopath into the school?
This was not the name when he made the declaration on the stage just now. It was called Sword, Sword or something?
Shirabu Kenjiro's expression was blank. Damn it, his mind was so full of volleyball that he didn't listen carefully at all.
So the freshman representative, who didn't know his name, was looking at him with anticipation on his face, "What's your name, Parsnip?"
Didn't he already tell him his name?! Hard, hard, hard fist.
Fortunately, before Shirabu Kenjiro could ignore his own pain and fight with the strange freshman representative, the savior finally arrived.
"Kenjo-san..." The supervisor lifted the curtain, first glancing at the freshman representative, then staring at Shirabu Kenjiro with a strange expression, "And Shirabu-san, are you all right?"
Shirabu Kenjiro just stood up and quickly lay down again. Damn it, it hurt even more when he moved. If it weren't for that freshman representative, he would have been gone long ago!
The volleyball club is still waiting for him, Ushijima-senpai!
Shirabu Kenjiro felt his heart bleeding.
Unfortunately, after asking the teacher on duty, the supervisor seemed relieved and said something to comfort him: "You'll be fine after resting for a while. The doctor said you were just scared. Shirabu-kun, please wait and take Jiancheng-kun to the volleyball club. You should be going there too, right?"
"That's right," he agreed subconsciously, and by the time Shirabu Kenjiro reacted, it was too late.
The supervisor showed a satisfied expression. "That's great. Thank you so much for taking care of Jiancheng-san for a while. He just came back from abroad and he might not be familiar with life in Japan yet."
"That's why I behaved like that towards you after the opening ceremony."
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
People abroad wouldn’t just throw people into the ground!
He was almost buried in the ground! You guys are too relieved!
Is this correct?
Shirabu Kenjiro's eyes were dead.
Let’s go back two hours—
Shiratorizawa is one of the top private schools. Except for those who are specially recruited for sports, students who can study here must have good grades. After the lengthy speeches by the principal and seniors, it was the turn of the freshman representatives to speak on stage.
"Shirabu," Midorikawa Yuki, who had also been admitted to Shiratorizawa from Kurofyou Junior High School, winked at him, "Did you hear? This year's top freshman is a top student who just returned from abroad."
“I don’t know what kind of person he will be.”
His relationship with Midorikawa was only so-so, but being assigned to the same class after attending the same junior high school was a unique fate, so he couldn't spoil her fun. Shirabu Kenjiro nodded, "She got full marks in all subjects except Chinese, right?"
"That sounds terrible. The deviation is ridiculous."
Thinking about it this way, it would be a lie to say that I'm not curious. A top student from abroad... I wonder what kind of person he is. Before Midorikawa could continue, he saw the blue-haired boy who had been sitting next to them suddenly stand up and walk towards the podium.
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
Midorikawa Yuki: ...
Wh, what, have you been sitting next to them all the time?
The sense of distance in interpersonal relationships in Japan is much more serious than in China, so discussing such topics in front of unfamiliar classmates is considered a serious social incident. In short, the moment Midorikawa Yuki saw that the freshman representative was his classmate, he completely lost his composure.
Although Shirabu Kenjiro was not that embarrassed, he was not much better off either. Now he could only hope that the other person was a good-tempered person.
When the freshman representative walked onto the podium, there was a commotion below. Some girls were praising him in whispers, saying that he was a super pool noodle and looked very athletic. There were also boys expressing frustration, wondering if they had considered the other party as a competitor. Shirabu Kenjiro looked straight ahead.
But my thoughts drifted away. If she was good at sports, could she be a volleyball player? After all, Shiratorizawa's volleyball club was nationally ranked, so if she wanted to play volleyball, it was understandable that she came here.
After all, he was attracted to Shiratorizawa's volleyball team. What's more, Shiratorizawa also has senior Ushijima, so the strength of this class can be imagined.
When he came to his senses, the freshman's speech had already ended. There was thunderous applause all around. Midorikawa Yuki actually had an expression of pride. Did the freshman say something remarkable?
Shirabu Kenjiro was confused for a few seconds, but then he thought it was not particularly important and felt relieved. The entrance ceremony was almost over, and the next step was the recruitment of new members for various clubs and reporting to classes. However, it was still early for reporting to classes, so he planned to go to the volleyball club first.
Maybe you can even encounter training from seniors.
As he walked forward with the flow of people, his shoulder seemed to touch another person. At first, Shirabu Kenjiro didn't pay much attention to it and just thought it was caused by too many people leaving the auditorium. But after walking for a while and reaching the diversion area, why was his shoulder still touching...?
He felt strange and looked in the direction of the person leaning against him.
ah,
It's the freshman representative.
Green eyes stared at him like prey, as if they were about to kill him to silence him if no one was around. No, no, how could he think of someone else like that? It was too rude. Shirabu Kenjiro put the idea that his classmate was a member of the mafia behind him.
Could it be that the conversation with Midorikawa just now offended him?
Shirabu Kenjiro thought for a moment and felt that this was possible, but he was still in the center of the crowd, so he would wait a while before explaining to him. By the way, where did Midorikawa go?
He felt a bit of a headache for a moment. Please, it's not a good idea to escape from reality at this time. They are going to be classmates for a year. If they are divided into classes in the second year of high school by coincidence, they may still be together. Hiding like this is not a solution for Midorikawa... He decided to help others apologize later.
So we walked in silence for a while, until there were only a few people left around. There was a cherry tree next to us that was shaking its petals to the ground unscrupulously.
If the atmosphere wasn't so stagnant, he might have been in the mood to appreciate the beauty of spring.
"that……"
He opened his mouth to apologize when he saw the freshman representative pull out a... hoe from somewhere?
Shirabu Kenjiro:?
Wait, how did he bring it in? No, who would pull out a hoe? Is he going to kill someone to silence them?
My thoughts were in a mess until I breathed a sigh of relief when the other person started to clear the land next to the cherry tree... but he failed. Who on earth would clear the land in school for no reason?
Is this correct?
Shirabu Kenjiro just felt that things were getting strange, and then, as if he felt that the land had been cultivated, the freshman representative walked towards him with an expressionless face.
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
If he had a heart disease, he would have called an ambulance by now, but he was still in the mood to make fun of himself and tell himself hellish jokes.
The freshman representative walked in with a gentle expression.
Does this mean we can communicate...?
No, Shirabu Kenjiro opened his eyes wide,
He picked him up and was still walking towards the pit!
Is this right? !
So while he was struggling, he bumped his forehead with the new student and fell unconscious, while the new student was unharmed.
Time goes back to the present.
With a stiff face, he looked at the freshman representative who kept calling him "parsnip" with bright eyes.
Shirabu Kenjiro: ...
Shirabu Kenjiro felt that today was his day of suffering.
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Okay, 10,000 words! (Seal applauds.jpg) Yesterday I saw an adult's comment was deleted by a robot. I looked it up and it said the feedback was unfriendly (but it wasn't unfriendly). I clicked on the appeal, not sure if it helped, but anyway, thank you so much for the comments! Thank you for the comments and the nutrition (I'm working hard to save some articles) (but I haven't saved much).
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