Life often requires many choices, and one wrong choice often loses a lot of things. For those of us in the second grade, what we have to face is a way out. However, for those who are now charged, their different ways out will also affect the intersection in the future.

After a day's lessons, I went to the classroom as usual, but I didn't see Yubihama, as if Yubihama was a little unhappy since the last time I heard that I was going to live in my house under the snow, and sure enough, the girls were in trouble, so I sat down in my seat.

Looking at the snow on the side, still as usual, carefully flipping through the library book that seemed to never be finished, taking a sip of coffee from time to time, sensing my arrival, looking up at me, and then making that ethereal sound.

"Have you finished writing your way out questionnaire?" He asked, looking at me under the snow.

"Nope." I replied.

Yubihama also came to the ministry after that.,But today's Yubihama seems to have lost his former liveliness.,Lowered his head.,An unhappy look.,When we were about to ask.,The door of the ministry was opened.,We can only give up asking Yubihama for the time being.。

It's Yumiko Miura who comes in, and it's another core of the organization, but today's Miura, like Yubihama, is full of sorrow, and sure enough, emotions can affect and contag each other. Miura pressed the corner of her skirt and sat down in front of the three of us.

"Now, what do you have to entrust?" Asking each other under the snow, it may be because both of them are strong, so the tone is very cold.

"Isn't it time to investigate the way out recently, I want you to help me inquire whether Hayama chose liberal arts or science." Miura wrung her fingers, lowered her head, and spoke her commission slowly and softly.

Sure enough, it's right with what I thought, but that guy from Hayama doesn't look like a person who will reveal his true thoughts to others. We took Miura's commission and discussed how to ask Hayama. After thinking about it, Xuexia proposed that I ask Hayama to ask him, and due to the mental pressure given by the Queen under the snow, I had to agree.

After leaving the department, I went to the football field, found Hayama, called him aside, and asked.

"Do you choose liberal arts or science?" I said it bluntly.

When Hayama heard my question, he was stunned at first, then he guessed the purpose of my inquiry, and then opened his mouth to answer me.

"Who told you to ask me? Give up, I'm not going to say it, and I hate you like this. Hayama yelled at me angrily and left the football field. It seems that it is not possible to ask someone directly.

A wise person does not have to be smart, but to have a seamless solution plan when solving problems. Like me. [Teacher, I'm relieved that you're so cheeky. In two days, the school's mini-marathon will be held, so I decided to compete with Hayama at that time and solve Yukiko's commission. Of course, there is another important part of the implementation of this plan, so I asked Totsuka to come to the café after school.

"Now, Hachiman, it's the first time you've asked me out, I'm so happy." Totsuka said to me with a smile, and he brought his own flash effect. [Please let me sit and guard this smile.] Looking at Tozuka's smile, I was almost on the path of gay. I whispered a few words in Tozuka's ear, and I arranged that important link. [Biting your ears, hey, big teacher, you really finished a big roll. 】

In the blink of an eye, it is the day of the start of the mini-marathon, and it can be said that all sports are an opportunity for Hayato Hayama to shine. But today I'm going to compete with Hayama. [Teacher, your focus is wrong. 】

After the referee announced the start of the game, I tried my best to keep up with Hayama's pace, damn it, it's worthy of practicing football, the steps are really big. After running out of the judge's view, I turned back to Totsuka, and Totsuka succeeded in seducing all the participants behind him to another wrong path.

Hayama was surprised to notice my presence, but it seemed to be expected. As he continued to accelerate, he said to me:

"Yes, you can keep up with me, I'm really, no, I've always underestimated you, Biqigu."

If it weren't for Miura's commission, the ghost would have come to participate in this long-distance running race, and besides, I haven't been riding a bicycle to school for nothing, okay? {Belly Slander}

Hayama slowly increased his speed, as if he wanted to get rid of me, and in order to keep on an equal footing with Hayama, I also used all my strength.

"Actually, as long as you don't count the physical fitness of the following schedule, anyone can catch up with you, and it feels good to have so many people around you." I taunted Hayama as I explained my strategy.

Hayama looked at me and continued to accelerate, sure enough, testing speed and endurance with this kind of person, is it really too tender. Seeing that Hayama didn't speak, I continued to taunt and provoke him.

"Let's choose science, although there will be fewer girls, but it will be very convenient to find employment."

Hayama completely increased his speed to the highest speed, and looked at me in disgust, and said one last word to me:

"I won't listen to you, you should die." After saying that, Hayama ran away.

Looking at the back of Hayama's departure, I guessed that Hayama was going to choose liberal arts, but when I wanted to continue to go up and confirm, I found that I had burned out. His center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground. And I bruised my knee, so I had to sit dry, and then slowly stood up. But I'm sure someone will come looking for me, probably. After the race was over, Snow found out that I wasn't in the group, so they came looking for me along the way.

"Now, Hachiman-kun, tell you to be reckless, if you fall, forget it, I'll take care of you, so that others don't deduct my wind score for littering." Under the snow, she put her hand on my shoulder, helped me up, and walked towards the health room.

Smelling the fragrance of the snow in the air, and looking at the charming facial features on the side, it seems that because of my weight, small beads of sweat appeared on my white forehead. My breathing became a little heavy, and finally, despite all my efforts, I finally arrived at the infirmary.

Under the snow, she gently opened the door of the health room and looked inside, and Hiratsuka-sensei didn't seem to be there. Lay me on a stool under the snow and turned to the medicine cabinet behind me with a variety of different medicines. After a while, put cotton balls and some anti-inflammatory drugs on the table under the snow. Gently folded my trousers with his bare hands, looked at my abrasions, couldn't help frowning, and gently brushed my wounds. I felt the pain in the wound disappear in an instant.

I dipped a cotton ball in anti-inflammatory powder under the snow, gently touching my knees, and continuing to blow it, although I bent under the snow, I didn't have to worry about revealing anything shameful. After going through this a few times, I feel that the wound is really healed. Under the snow, he looked up at me with a red face and smiled sheepishly at me. That smile seemed to have the power to melt snow and ice.

After that, we went to a party held by Hayama, and at the party, I chatted with Yukishita and Hayama at the bar, but no one came to mingle. [After all, from the perspective of liberal arts alone, the three academic tyrants are standing there, who dares to interject? ] 】

"Now, Bitorigu, I've already chosen liberal arts, you've miscalculated." Hayama said, giving me a light punch, squinting his eyes and smiling.

Hayama really only calls me by my name when he's serious. But it doesn't matter. But I always feel that Hayama's purpose in choosing liberal arts is not just that simple. [Nonsense, it's because you're his best friend.] 】

Eventually, my knee injury had fully recovered, and I came to the ministry, after all, I hadn't written a questionnaire yet. When I got to the ministry, I saw her lying under the snow, and her questionnaire was blank with her arms under her arms. I shook my body lightly under the snow. I slowly woke up under the snow because of this.

Under the snow, she adjusted her state and continued to think about her plan for filling out the questionnaire for her way out. She looked at me and asked:

"Hachiman, you, are you going to choose liberal arts or science?"

Isn't this knowingly asking, isn't there something wrong with you letting a person with three points in math take a science subject?

"Liberal Arts." I replied.

There was silence under the snow, and under the questionnaire for the way out, he wrote down his choice of subjects.

Yubihama has been coming late lately, and today is no exception, she came to the department to look at us, and asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Write a report."

"Investigation of the way out." I said in a rare tacit agreement with the snow.

"yes, that's great, I'll just learn from it when you're done." Yubihama said, supporting his chin with both hands. Said with a smile.

All the incidents were solved by a thin questionnaire on the way out.