In the second semester of high school, the club activities and study life of Lihai college students have gradually been on the right track under the adaptation of the first semester.

Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada won the head and vice minister of the tennis club respectively shortly after entering high school, and the main members of the junior year also accounted for more than half of the seats in the high school main election.

People with different personalities come together because of common hobbies and strive for the same goal. Over time, they got to know each other, and the group gathered in the cafeteria for lunch once or twice a week.

To be honest, Yukimura enjoys this friendship very much, and is closer to it than if it is a close one, but it is not a confidant who can say anything. After all, following a gathering of a group of people, focusing more on the new things around you, there are few opportunities to talk about yourself.

The group of people in the tennis club never get cold at every small gathering. First of all, there are two energetic activists, Fumita Marui and Akaya Kirihara, especially the latter can be used as the mascot of the Lihai University Tennis Club. It's a pity that the mascot himself is in the middle of the country at this time, and Yukimura deeply regrets this and feels that it is a lot less fun.

And there are two other sources of intelligence, Yanagi Renji and Nioh Masaharu. The so-called intelligence, at best, can be said to be current affairs on campus, and if it is bad, it is gossip news. Especially after entering high school, a group of teenagers who used to only have studies and tennis in their minds have now added "girls" and other essential topics for adolescence.

Yukimura had rarely been involved in the topics they had talked about, but since he had glimpsed the school girl rankings in Ryuyuji's notebook, he had gained a new understanding of his teammates.

"Ahem, this is the number that everyone is paying attention to." Liu Lianer, who is a number of people, said seriously, trying to save her cold image in front of her friends.

So Yukimura replied with a look of "I don't need to say much, I understand", but what he thought in his heart was "Renji, I actually misjudged you".

"Isn't there a girl in Jingshi who cares?" Liu Lianji asked suspiciously, and then held the pen and was ready to collect the number at any time.

"Hehe, not yet." This is the truth, even if there is, it is impossible for him to say it to make everyone happy, and it is one of his major styles to remain mysterious.

It was precisely because of Yukimura's own expression of that feeling of no desire and no desire that when he later asked Liu Renji about the information about the seven nights of the asahi , the other party replied with a look of "Needless to say, I understand, Yukimura you also have today".

Nioh Masaharu and Yanagi are completely different types. If the latter is a library of numbers, focusing mainly on the collection and arrangement of numbers, then the former is a reasoner with a full personality, who often draws his own conclusions through the analysis of events, but the credibility of the words that come out of his mouth has to be weighed by himself.

Today's lunch topic revolves around a key figure, and that is Nioh Masaharu's new tablemate, a mysterious exchange student from the Ice Emperor.

"It is said that it was the one who pushed Keigo Jibe." Liu Lian Er said lightly.

On the one hand, everyone sighed that their teammate Shujù Yuan had gone deep into the Ice Emperor, and on the other hand, they were curious about the exchange students. Everyone in the room knew Keigo Kibe, especially Nioh, who had formed a doubles team with him. What kind of charm does the person who can be recommended by that gorgeous young master have?

"A very ordinary girl, Piyo." This is Nioh's first impression.

"Nioh, don't tease." If you want to use this to deceive people, you really look down on others, and the people recommended by the trace department will be ordinary? Marui Bunta scoffed on the sidelines.

"Poof, so that's what makes her special." Nioh soon labeled his new table mate "to be seen."

Yukimura listened silently to his teammates' discussion, but when he heard Nioh's next words, the chopsticks in his hand paused.

"Yukimura, what's wrong?" Despite a slight pause, Sanada, who was sitting opposite, noticed Yukimura's strange behavior.

"No, it's nothing," Yukimura casually continued to put on a piece of vegetable and hooked the corners of his mouth at Sanada, "It's just that I thought it was funny to hear what Nioh said." ”

"Fun is the beginning of liking, poof." Nioh finally found Yukimura's fun, and joked with a smile on the surface, but in his heart he didn't think so. With so many years of knowing him, Nioh felt that most of the things that could make Yukimura find interesting were not good things.

"What's going on later, keep talking." Marui Fumita asked curiously, not giving Nioh time to gossip at all.

"I think when she looks at Ueno-sensei, she has the same expression as her partner when she sees a ghost." It's the kind of look that doesn't want to see but forces yourself to face it, and wants to escape but can't stop.

"What does that mean?" Marui was a little confused. Is it because of his IQ or Nioh's ability to express himself, why didn't he understand?

"Explain," Nioh deliberately dragged out the last note, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a flirtatious smile, "There is a ghost behind Ueno-sensei." ”

After speaking, he unexpectedly saw his partner Yagyu Hirushi's instantly stiff expression, and the villain in Nioh's heart compared to a "planned" scissorhands.

Marui then realized that he had been fooled, scooped a spoonful of cake angrily, stuffed it into his mouth, and decided not to talk to Nioh Masaharu today.

Everyone thought Ni was making another bad joke, after all, it was something he often did. For example, carrying around a tricky prop that looks like chewing gum can actually pull out a big spider, or a plastic ball that suddenly pops out of your mouth.

However, only Yukimura took this joke that Nioh casually said to heart.

Nioh deserves the sensitivity of a fraudster, coupled with his unbridled imagination, Yukimura has to sigh that this whimsical joke is crooked.

Because in his eyes, there was indeed an unknown object lying behind Ueno-sensei.

This is Yukimura's secret since he was a child, and even his closest friend Sanada has never known.

For as long as he could remember, he could faintly see something strange. At first he was curious, but then he learned that no other children could see him except him, and a sense of fear grew in his heart, and as he grew older, this panicked feeling gradually disappeared in his heart, and now he was able to face it calmly.

Just like when Mr. Ueno walked into the classroom in the morning, he ignored the inexplicable object lying on his stomach behind the teacher, and still listened attentively, but he spent more time looking down at a book than usual.

If Nioh's tablemate has an inexplicable reaction to Ueno-sensei, can he understand that the other party also sees the spirit behind it?

Yukimura silently wrote down this matter in his heart, intending to stay put.

That weekend, he left for Enoshima with his sketchpad on his back.

He studied painting from an early age and his favorite is watercolor.

"Yukimura, your imagination is very rich, and you can always draw things that ordinary people can't think of." The painting teacher once said to him with a look of relief.

For amateur painters, this is undoubtedly a high evaluation. Art requires infinite imagination to create a more splendid and beautiful world.

To this he replied with a modest smile, which only he knew was bitter.

The success of many paintings is not due to his imagination, but to his eyesight. He just embellished what he saw and heard, and rendered and sketched it on paper in an artistic way.

Of course, occasionally he also painted portraits, so poor Takema-kun Sanada Genichiro bore the brunt of his model. The cry of Sanada, who came out of the baked Picasso painting style, did not expect to win the first prize in the end.

Lingering on the observation deck for a while, for some reason, in the vast sea of people, Yukimura saw the three people who were traveling with him at a glance.

Maybe it's because the couple and men who walked together were so good-looking that people stopped looking at them unconsciously. And the other girl walking on the side is not bad to look closely, but it is relatively quieter. Yukimura felt that she was a little familiar, and thought about it in his mind for a while, remembering that this was Nioh's tablemate, the exchange student from the Ice Emperor.

He couldn't help but think of the spiritual incident behind the teacher, and suddenly became interested in this encounter. He found that she had been standing aside, obviously three people together, but like an audience, quietly watching the performance of the other two.

He moved his gaze to the smiling girl, and faintly sensed a sense of disobedience in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Yukimura decided to abandon the original intention of landscape painting and paint scenes instead. It was this painting that gave the two the opportunity to communicate again.

Later, on a rainy day, he and her held an umbrella and confronted each other in the rain.

Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with his intuition, and like him, she could see those strange objects, such as the Rain Girl, and if it was an ordinary person, she would definitely not stop him.

Since she could see it, perhaps only she could help with the things that had plagued him for a long time.

"That's what I want to show Asahi-san." He carefully handed a box to Nanaya.

Qiye took the box, and when he opened it gently, he found that it was a heavy diary with a password. She took it in her hand and weighed it, looking up at the boy in front of her suspiciously.

This is still an encrypted diary, and there must be something ulterior in it. If you look at it, you will inevitably enter the world of others, is it really good for a stranger?

Sensing Nanaya's hesitation, Yukimura chuckled, but his bright tone was full of seriousness: "If even Asah-san can't believe the content of it, probably no one in the world will believe it." ”

Nanaya sighed. Since the other party said so, it seemed a little unsympathetic if she excused herself. Under Yukimura's encouraging gaze, she slowly turned the first page.

She flipped through it cursoryly, and from the first page it was full of words. The handwriting goes from naïve to mature, presumably a diary used from childhood to adulthood.

What made her concerned was that two different handwriting appeared intertwined on the paper.

She raised her eyes and met Yukimura's deep eyes.