Toru Watanabe walked back to the stands amidst cheers, and when passing by the "VIP seats", he blew a kiss in the direction of the two eldest ladies.

Kujo Miki, who had her legs crossed and arms folded, smiled and replied; Kiyono Rin returned a rather cold gaze, dissatisfied with his frivolous behavior.

Watanabe Toru didn't care about their reactions, as the students from Class 4 had already gathered around.

Saito Keisuke and Kunii Osamu pushed his shoulders hard, and they were so excited that they kept repeating words such as "You guy!" and "Too strong!"

Girls from this class, as well as from other nearby classes, were so excited that they stood up and kept taking pictures of him with their mobile phones in their hands.

Toru Watanabe himself was also very happy. The Guinness World Record for a football shot is only 91.9 meters. Of course, that was on the field.

His goal from 110 meters really relied entirely on luck.

But regardless of whether it is luck or not, for boys, throwing garbage into the trash can will give their classmates a proud look, let alone lifting a football into a goal 110 meters away in front of the whole school!

After the boys in the class picked him up, he raised his arms again and shouted:

"I'm the king of the world! Oh--!!!"

"Wa~Bian! Wata~Bian! Wata~Bian!"

The camera of the big screen was always pointed at him. Without the microphone, many people could not hear clearly what he said, nor did they know what the people around him were shouting, but they still shouted and whistled along with him.

Kujo Miki noticed several female students in front of the stage. They were excitedly watching the video of Toru Watanabe scoring and roaring on their mobile phones.

She took out her phone and clicked into the class group. Sure enough, someone had already forwarded it.

Dialog boxes keep popping up in the group.

"So handsome!"

"So cool! Watanabe!!"

"That's right! How could anyone stand on the opposite side of the goal and kick the ball into the goal! Ah!!"

"It's surprising how far a football can fly!"

"Yeah, and it flies so high!"

Kujo Miki stretched out her slender white fingers, forwarded the video to her mother, and then posted it on her Instagram with the text: childish.

As soon as I posted it, there were many bored eldest ladies from other families who liked it. They probably didn’t even watch the video content.

After a while, my mother watched the video and sent a message.

"Watanabe won't kick the quilt at night, right?"

"?"

"This kid's legs are really strong, Mei Ji, you have to be careful."

"Aside from being too physically strong and causing my hair to get weighed down, I don't have any bad sleeping habits."

"Really, don't talk to your mother about this kind of thing. Does having too much physical strength mean it takes a long time? How long exactly?"

Kujo Miki was too lazy to reply to her and closed the chat interface. At this time, there were dozens of messages on Instagram, not to mention likes.

"Kujo hasn't posted on Instagram for a long time! It's so rare!"

"This is so handsome!"

"Ah!!! I really want a boyfriend like this!!"

"Is this football? It flies too far!"

"So passionate! Let him race with me!"

"As expected of Kujo's boyfriend, he seems very popular and has leadership qualities!"

Miki Kujo smiled, and after reading the comments, she raised her head and met Rin Kiyono's gaze.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

"Actually," Kujo Miki turned off the phone screen, "I don't hate you very much. Among all my peers, I think you are the only one qualified to be my friend."

"Well, I really hate you." Faced with Kujo Miki's rare good tone, Kiyono Rin responded ruthlessly as always.

Kujo Miki smiled indifferently: "What I just said was about what happened before, now..."

Her face suddenly turned cold, but she still smiled: "You'd better stay away from Watanabe."

"Are you no longer confident?" Qingye Rin mocked contemptuously.

"Not confident? That's because you don't understand men," Kujo Miki responded with the same contempt, "a group of low-level creatures who don't even care about their lives when they are in love."

Qingye Rin thought of Toru Watanabe, sighed, and said helplessly: "I agree with this."

Kujo Miki narrowed her eyes slightly, paused, and said with a sneer: "Watanabe is mine, but you stay with him all day... I don't want anything unpleasant to happen to me."

"Are you ordering me? Sorry, one of the most important topics of the Human Observation Department is 'How to make Toru Watanabe fall in love with me'." Kiyono Rin glanced at her indifferently, ignoring the warning.

"you like him?"

"I can't talk about liking it, just admiring it."

"Don't you hate lying people? Why have you changed your attitude now? Don't tell me that Watanabe doesn't lie." When Kujo said that Watanabe Toru didn't lie, her face was extremely disdainful.

She knew her own boyfriend very well. He talked glibly all day long and had no idea what he said was the truth.

Rin Kiyono did not answer Miki Kujo's question, she looked towards the playground.

Cheerleaders dressed like doll soldiers are dancing.

The autumn wind lifted their skirts and brought a maple leaf to her feet, even though there were no maple trees around.

There were many competitions in the morning, including several club competitions for entertainment. All the Human Observation Departments took first place.

There are Toru Watanabe's "Race with a Ball in a Spoon" and "Let the Baseball Fly", as well as Rin Kiyono's "Tennis at Fixed Spots", "Badminton in the Hole" and so on.

There was a short break at noon, and the two were invited by the broadcasting department to participate in an interview.

"Hello everyone, during this break, the Broadcasting Department invites the Human Observation Department who was active in the morning. Hello, Kiyono-san, Watanabe-kun."

"Hello."

Female member of the Broadcasting Club: "Everyone is very curious about the mysterious Human Observation Club. What are the club activities?"

"Drink tea."

As soon as Toru Watanabe finished speaking, the harsh "ding--" sound of popping wheat seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums - it seemed that the broadcasting department really needed funds to replace microphones.

If your ears recover quickly enough, you can hear what a clear female voice said.

After the sound of frying wheat passed, Watanabe Tetsu's clear teenage voice sounded again: "It is mainly about studying human sociology, such as how people react in certain circumstances, what kind of decisions they make, and what are the specific influencing factors."

"I don't understand very well. Can you give some specific examples?" said a female member of the Broadcasting Department.

"How to make Toru Watanabe fall in love with me." Qingye Rin's pleasant voice came.

"Do you have this? I'm very curious! What's the result?"

"Still working on it, but I've found his weakness."

"Weakness? But I heard that Watanabe-kun has a girlfriend. Is that okay?"

"I have already told his girlfriend that this is also a test for Watanabe-san."

"That's it. Watanabe-kun, as the experimental subject, do you have anything to say?"

"Everyone, I like Shura Field... Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell, sorry, I'll take a call. Hello, Mei Ji? Well, I didn't say anything. What? Repeat it? Gentlemen, I

I like Mei Ji the most.”

...

After coming out of the broadcast room, the two went back to the activity classroom to have lunch.

As soon as she entered the door and before she even reached her seat, Miki Kujo grabbed Toru Watanabe's tie.

"Wait a minute, Meiji, I still have something to say!"

"explain."

"I may be a scumbag, but I'm really not a scumbag. Can you please stop corporal punishment and just scold me? Don't pull my ears! It hurts! It's wrong, it's wrong, it's really wrong. I'm not a scumbag.

I’m shaking!”

"Then I am rewarding you now."

"Can I not have it?"

"No." Kujo Miki said with a smile, but still let go of her hand: "I'm going back in the afternoon, please be honest with me, do you hear me?"

"Why don't you finish it?" Watanabe Toru rubbed his ears.

"Do you think I am as free as you?"

"That makes sense."

...

After participating in the lunchtime drama titled "My Girlfriend and the Club Minister's Tragic Shura Field", the sports festival continued in the afternoon.

In the morning it was the individual competition, and in the afternoon it was the class competition. In order to heat up the atmosphere as quickly as possible, the first competition was a class tug-of-war competition.
To be continued...