"What's wrong with Yuto-san?"

"Didn't he take a leave of absence?"

Everyone was sketching in the art class, and Sakura, who was sitting in front of me, asked Saraka next to her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, since he took a leave of absence last week, his father has come to ask Mr. Ikezawa for leave twice, you say, is he having some strange illness like that person?"

Sakura turned her head to look at me behind her, but she hurriedly shrank back when she bumped into me and looked up at her.

- I know that the "man" she spoke of was me, and after fainting for the second time, my lifelong "defects" were known to the whole class, and they all privately called that disease "strange disease".

Besides, I can't help me in the slightest about Kimi, and I still don't have the slightest memory of what happened at that time, so much so that I feel that there are people among all who have a vague grudge against me, and I can see it in their eyes.

In this special period, it is not surprising that some people have this kind of reaction, and everyone's mental state is not in a good state, even if it is resentment for no reason, I will not care.

I didn't wait for my uncle during the lunch break, he didn't show up until class, and I didn't get the school registration book, but I took a picture of the photo on my uncle's desk with my phone.

I flipped through my sketchbook, and the task for this lesson was to copy a pot of flowers, and the teacher left the classroom after leaving the references.

I didn't have the heart to draw at all, but in order to hand in my homework, I picked up a pen and sketched random lines on the paper, and I was not good at drawing, and the things I drew never had a place worthy of praise.

This kind of art class is the most difficult for me to sit still, and just as I shake my body, through the gap in the easel, I peeked into the paper of Saraka in front of me.

She didn't draw the pot of flowers she asked to copy at all, but alone.

"Yikes! Who are you painting? ”

The cherry tree next to her asked, staring at her drawing paper.

Saraka hurriedly flipped over the paper and turned her head to glare at Sakura.

"It's none of your business."

I was a little surprised by her reaction - don't be that angry, just ask.

"I'll just take a look at it."

Sakura said that he went to touch Saraka's drawing paper.

"Ahh

After a scream, a bloody wound had already opened on Sakura's arm, and Saraka on the side was holding a sharpened pencil at her, and the tip of the pen was still stained with blood from Sakura's arm.

"Crazy, Saraka is crazy."

In the face of Saraka's provocation, Sakura was even more furious, she was already a girl who was easy to be ruthless, and there were blood beads at the wound that snaked down to Sakura's wrist, like a small red snake entangled.

"I have to see it."

Sakura slammed the slam and "bang", and Saraka fell to the ground, her chair and easel falling to the side.

"Look what's wrong? Yes? Something that can't be seen, let everyone look at it, let everyone come and see it..."

Sakura jumped up and screamed loudly, kneeling on Saraka's abdomen, and condescendingly pressed Saraka to the floor.

"-Smack"

It's the sound of Saraka's slap on Sakura's face.

"You dare to hit me?"

She strangled Saraka's neck, and the two of them twisted together in an instant, and their fists and feet couldn't be separated...

"Don't do that!"

Guanghui and Norito Chiba rushed over and dragged the cherry tree outside the classroom.

In everyone's stunned gaze, Saraka straightened up her school uniform and stood up, and I hurried over to pick her up-

"Are you alright?"

"Go away!"

She scolded me suddenly, and pushed my hand away and quickly stood up, and fell to the ground under the easel pressed against the torn paper, and I turned my head to see that the still intact half of the paper was a portrait of a person I seemed to have seen somewhere.

It was—I saw a flash of panic on Saraka's face, but in an instant, she lowered her head and hurriedly packed up her picture book and ran out of the classroom.

“... I guess I've seen it there..."I said to myself, hurriedly pulling out my phone and comparing it.

- That's right!

Saraka painted the first boy from the left in the third row from the bottom to the top in the group photo of Class D in the first year of high school in 1997.

――Who is he?

Without waiting for my uncle and not being able to contact Dr. Sennan, I had to call Momoi's phone.

After school, I didn't take the same bus home with Shui Jing, but took a different path.

"Xiaoxi, where are you going?"

Seeing that I was not on the right route, Shui Jing asked me at the intersection.

"Oh, go to my father's company and make an appointment with him."

This is, of course, a lie.

Because the person I made an appointment with was Momoi.

Presumably the purpose of going to Momoi was to share with him some things that I couldn't do on my own, and although I used to think that anyone in the classroom could be "that person", some intuition told me that I could rule out Momoi, and for no reason, I felt that he was "safe" anyway.

The meeting place was in a burger-eating restaurant, and Momoi beckoned to me as I entered, with Norito Chiba sitting next to him.

"Ruriki, I wanted to come with you, but I couldn't find where you were after school, so..."

Chiba Noria grinned, I instantly had a feeling of being absent in a long time, and I let out a sigh after sitting down.

"-What's wrong?"

Norito Chiba's smiling face immediately froze.

"No, it's just, it seems like everyone hasn't laughed in a long time—"

"-uh"

Norito Chiba laughed dryly twice.

I looked at Momoi's right arm, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with bandages under the sleeves, and I noticed that the buttons of the shirt were still tightly buttoned.

"Are your hands alright? I haven't officially thanked you yet—"

I stood up and bowed to Momoi: "Momoi-san, thank you so much that day, otherwise, it would be my face that is wrapped in bandages now." ”

"It's okay to say hands, but why are you so formal? It's not the first time we've met. ”

With a glass of Coke, Momoi in front of him was cramped for the first time.

"Momoi, what are you blushing about?"

Norito Chiba knocked off his injured arm, and the two of them fought in their seats... I couldn't help laughing.

Fifteen or sixteen years old should be so happy, shouldn't they?

Away from the gloomy high school freshman D class.

I really wanted to walk into the classroom with a smile like that.

After a while, the waiter brought me the drink I wanted.

"Don't you want to eat something? Ruriki-"

"Oh, no, I'll go home and eat, my father is still waiting for me."

"-Yes! Girls are just different, and parents are very worried. ”

Chiba Norito took a bite of the burger he was about to come and said, the smile on his face gradually retracted, as if he knew that the topic of conversation between us was about to enter a gloomy beginning.

"Momoi, have you seen this person?"

I took out my phone to get to the point, unfolded the retaken photo in front of the two of them, and pointed to the first boy from the left in the third row above.

"This?"

"-hmm"

"Is there such a person? I don't think so..."

Momoi frowned, then looked at me and asked.

"Where did you get this picture?"

"Headmaster's Office."

"The original one doesn't seem to have this person on it..."

I understood that Momoi was referring to the "original" in the library, and the library would put the graduation albums of each class, and the group photos of the first year of high school D were also placed in it.

"I've seen that picture many times, so I'm impressed, this person's words... Absolutely nothing. ”

Momoi affirmed.

"That means 'there shouldn't be' this person, right?"

"It seems that there is a problem, this person's school uniform is different from that of the classmate next to him..."

Norito Chiba seemed to be muttering to herself.

After a closer look, I noticed that the color of his school uniform was very dark, darker than navy blue, almost black.

The three of us stared at the picture for two or three minutes, and then I zoomed in on the boy's face.

Since everyone's face in the group photo is very small, it is even more unclear after retaking it with a mobile phone, so it is almost blurry when zoomed in.

"It's so blurry, I can't see it clearly."

Norito Chiba narrowed her eyes and stared at her phone.

Suddenly... He let out a "Huh? "A bang.

"Did you find out? There's something wrong with this group photo..."

"How?"

"They don't have shoes!"

――It's true that everyone in the photo is wearing only socks under their school uniforms, because they are all black socks, and they are standing together, so if you don't pay attention, you won't notice it.

Looking again, we also found that the school building in the background is tilted, and the expressions of everyone in the photo are like forced smiles, and some people even smile bitterly.

"Is this really a group photo of Class D in the first year of high school in '97?"

Momoi and Chiba don't know who whispered this.