(Three shifts in a row?) It's probably fair to say.,This is a fanfiction written by myself.,If it's not good, please forgive me.,Sure enough, the big teacher is not a simple 'profession'......

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-- The story of youth is composed of regret and accidents―――――――

In the afternoons after school, there would always be a first-arrived figure in the ministry department, sitting in a chair and browsing through the untitled library books, so dedicated that I thought she was not a workaholic there.

Even the police of the Oolong Courtyard are not so dedicated, shouldn't they go and ask for a thousand. Leaf. The mayor of the county gave her a certificate of good citizenship? I guess the mayor will just ignore it.

Standing at the door, she knocked on the door with her hand out of politeness, and after a knocking sound, she stopped by flipping her right index finger of the library book, raised her head and looked at me.

The white cheeks and the appearance of the expression that fluctuate little, and the jewel-like pupils shoot out a kind of oppressive gaze, oops, oops, at this moment, should it be to raise your hands and shout to transform, and then take the way of shooting lasers to fight back?

I'm so sorry I don't have that kind of world-saving afterglow.

There may be this kind of heroic thinking among the classmates, just like gathering together in order not to be lonely, chatting about things that everyone is not necessarily interested in, laughing at things that everyone does not necessarily find interesting, and the conversation between them seems to be fragmented, but the topic can continue unimpeded, human beings are indeed creatures full of possibilities.

That's right, just like the healing Saika-san, he's a boy full of infinite possibilities.

After knocking on the door, the burnout after school seems to be eating away at my whole body, and if I can collect all seven dragon balls, I may wish to ruin the world.

The production machine of a class group like a school is indeed a great evil consequence of society, and this should be a joke.

With a bored attitude, she glanced at the girl on the left, under the snow, and the library book in her hand seemed to be about to turn to the last page.

"Under the snow, what novel are you reading?"

"So you can see it too?"

With a surprised expression on his face, he brushed his head in his ear and picked up the bunkoben that was on his lap.

"I heard that this is something that stupid people can't see, and Biagku-san's ability to see it really surprised me, woo wow."

There are onomatopoeia that make people angry under the snow, compared to that

"Who is Bea Valley, that's a thousand. Leaf. Is it a special product of the prefecture? ”

"It seems to be a product of the stupid country."

"Stupid country? Maybe it's a very great country, but it's precisely because all the stupid countries are stupid, so there won't be any bullying and bullying incidents, and there are no existing groups, isn't it great? ”

Stupid people also have the joy of stupid people, and the guy who says that others are pigs is stupid, because pigs are not stupid at all.

The summer sunset swayed in through the window, the battering of baseball club members who were still training on the playground sounded in the distance, and the 'cheering' sounds from some sports clubs also came and went.

It was at this time that the library book was closed under the snow, and this time I saw the cover clearly.

"Night on the Galactic Railway", I know this, is a fairy tale written by the writer Kenji Miyazawa.

It depicts the strange people and strange things that Jo Benny and his friend Corbenella encounter on a galactic train, full of fantasy, beauty and sadness.

After all, I've read the story too, and I still have some vivid memories in my mind, especially when Joe Benny's friend Corbenella died.

The unexpected departure of that adorable teenager brings endless sentimentality and melancholy.

Although I am not a very emotional person, I have some feelings about this scene.

"So do you like this story? "Night on the Galactic Railway". ”

"Why do you ask?"

"Didn't you read it because you liked it?"

"This view was wrong from the beginning, obviously not a thing, but using a subjective view to judge whether you like it or not, since you haven't confirmed it yourself, you are not qualified to talk about likes and dislikes."

This young lady is really strict, if it were the younger sister of the family, she would definitely raise her hands and shout 'I don't understand', I definitely can't understand what I can understand as an older brother.

Perhaps he was a little interested in the topic I raised, but he didn't let it go, but asked back.

"Do you like Night on the Galactic Railway again?"

"I don't like it, but I don't hate it."

This kind of ambiguous. Ambiguous arguments are a trick I use well.

Just like in school life, you have to learn to be flexible, even if you talk to a girl and are ignored, you have to say "Ah, I'm talking to myself again", this is someone else's experience, and you have to remember it.

I was a little dissatisfied with my answer, and I was rarely unhappy with me under the snow, and I felt like I had changed from a classmate under the snow to a classmate under the pride.

Well, in the future, I will call her 'proud classmate' in my heart.

"You're thinking about something very rude."

"Don't peek into other people's hearts, classmate under the snow."

"Your wretched face has made a clear picture of your inner situation."

"That's rude!"

"I'm sorry, but your face is actually a little bit of a remnant."

"It's no different from Ben."

Don't think that just adding the word dù can fool me.

"I'm sorry again, it's rude to say that your face is a remnant."

"I apologized for it!"

At least say it to me first! But that's the case with the proud classmates.,As long as you get used to it, it's good to ignore it.。

I have learned to ignore others through guò 'mimicry', but this skill is now forbidden by my classmates.

She put the library book in her bag, stood up, and glanced out the window.

"It's not early, don't you think Joe Benny's train is very enviable for the question just now?"

Joe Benny's train?

That train with different people, different things, and all kinds of new things may indeed be enviable.

We are always confined to a small society, and even under the snow, we will feel that the outside world is more exciting.

However, even so, the determination to take the first step is not something that can be achieved lightly.

Joe Benny's train is just a fairy tale thing, but the other factors it brings to it are deeply affected by the reader.

In that case, maybe I'm looking forward to the train, but of course, I just hope they take all the money with me.

Youth is not interesting, but rather a poison of life, and its existence represents all the evil in the world...... So......

"That's right."

Interrupting my thoughts, I was already standing outside the door of the ministry under the snow.

"Yubihama-san said that I'm going to go to the mall to buy the things that the department needs later, do you want to go with you?"

"Huh?!"

My classmate asked me?! Have you evolved into a classmate?

Just as I was about to answer, a smile appeared under the snow.

She tilted her head slightly and slowly closed the sliding door as she spoke

"Of course this is a lie, you can enjoy your life as a 'single noble', Biaghu-san."

"Wait for me!"

Bang!

The door to the ministry was shut, and I was very unhappy that I had just been tricked.

No, no, no, it's a joke too.

Youth is only gray, and it is impossible to have zài rose-colored youth, so under the snow is still under the snow, and I am still the same me.

There is neither a romantic comedy nor a youth story, such a story should continue.

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