(The second update ~ This historical stalk and geographical stalk are a lot less, it should be a little faster.) I'm praying now that I don't toss people too much, I'm fed up...... When I cook, it's all geographical stalks, and when I eat, it's all geographical stalks, and I have to cut them all. And those parts that give up on themselves and kill themselves also have to be changed, so please do it...... ）

“……”

What to do? Didn't do anything. I just want to talk about it casually. It's like lamenting the scenes of war and poverty on TV, while at the same time we have a good dinner in the comfort of our house.

We can't do anything after that, and at the end of the day, we can only think of things like "be grateful for your happiness so far." Of course, it is also possible to start some fundraising for 10 yuan or 100 yuan, but in the end, this is the level of thing. Because we don't have the ability to do it, or we don't think it's worth the cost of doing it, that's all.

Of course, there are people who are aware of the problem and are serious about taking action.

That's a great thing, and I have a lot of respect and appreciation for them. Fundraising should be of great help to those in need. This kind of person is what we often call a good person, and even a saint at the top.

However, we are not the same. Whether it's me, Hayama, or under the snow, we don't plan to do anything seriously, and we can't do anything. We're just aware of this, saying excuses that we can't do anything, and trying to feel that tenderness still exists in our hearts. Of course, maybe that's the case for them. But I don't even have a half-hearted impression of that little girl, but I might have imposed sanctions in the past.

"I ......"

It was Hayama who opened his mouth heavily.

"I want to do what I can"

Much like what Hayama would say. The words are gentle. Expressing one's position to those around you, and then expressing the possibility that you might not actually be able to do it. Cautious and careful, worthy of the cash charge.

It's just a gentle lie that no one will hurt. Although it sounds like a flash of hope from time to time, it is actually a roundabout statement full of despair. It may not be possible to do this in itself, and the speaker himself knows it, leaving room for maneuver for everyone. If you can't do it, you won't blame others, and if you do, you will cause a bigger surprise, and that's how you can talk.

"You can't do it, wasn't it before?"

But what tears apart the reassuring words is the voice under the snow.

Illuminated by a lantern in the darkness of the night, she pulled her hair and stabbed Hayama with a cold gaze.

It is as if there is no need to ask the reason for saying this, and it is already a definite fact. Are you talking about what happened when Hayama talked to Rumi just now? For this sentence, Hayama showed a painful expression like a burning confidant for a moment.

"Perhaps, that's the case...... But this time it's different."

"Who knows?"

In the face of Hayama's answer, Xue Xia shrugged his shoulders and responded coldly.

Seeing the unexpected interaction between the two, everyone present fell into a heavy silence.

Although I felt it when Hayama first came to the ministry department. However, the stiff attitude towards Hayama under the snow is different from the usual one. Ordinary words are just cold one-sided distancing. And the words just now under the snow contain a clear will. Whoever knew this was clear, there must have been something going on between him and her somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

"Ah, it's dead again......" looked at the bird that crashed into Mario's water pipe column, and a trace of regret occurred in his heart. Obviously, they all crossed the eighth pillar, but because their hands were sore, they couldn't get enough strength and crashed into them.

So it doesn't matter how good it is, but the bad atmosphere is really scary now.

At least it affects my game. Or did I influence them? Should I retreat?

"Oops, you're a ......"

Hiratsuka-sensei lit another cigarette as if he had seen the moment. Slowly suck half of it and rub it out in an ashtray. After doing this set of super middle-aged manly movements, she turned her head to the side under the snow.

"What are you going to do under the snow?"

Yuki, who was asked this, held his chin with his hand.

“…… Let's confirm one thing first. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Earlier, Mr. Hiratsuka also said that this event also came with the sharing of the service department, is this also included in the content of the event?"

In response to the question under the snow, Mr. Hiratsuka thought about it for a moment and nodded quietly.

“…… Well. That's right. Based on the activity and volunteer position of helping the forest school, this is also a part of the ministry. In terms of principle, it is not wrong to say that it is in this category. ”

"That's ......"

After answering, he closed his eyes under the snow. The night breeze that rustled the leaves faded. It's as if even the forest is listening to her in order not to miss her voice. No one was silent, just waiting. It seems that I am the only one playing with headphones and the figure of the pixel bird, which is extremely conspicuous at this moment.

And he seemed to notice my appearance, and turned his head to my side under the snow.

"So what do you think?"

"It doesn't matter what happens." I kept my eyes off the phone screen and shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just a helper, not a minister. Whatever you like. I'll help whenever there's a need, that's it. ”

"That's ......"

After hearing my answer, he closed his eyes softly under the snow. The night breeze that rustled the leaves faded. It's as if even the forest is listening to her in order not to miss her voice. No one was silent, just waiting.

"I ...... If she asks for help, I'll help her out somehow. ”

Resolutely, the snow under the snow is clearly declared. In the words, there is a dignified and absolutely unshakable will. That handsome appearance even Mr. Hiratsuka, who has been brushing fashionable values all year round, opened his mouth a little unexpectedly, looked at the resolute snow with a very peculiar gaze, and nodded approvingly.

"And will she come for help?"

Then the teacher, who is very good at dragging people back to reality, said.

“……”

"It's dead again......" I frowned as I looked at the pixel bird on the screen.