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At 10:15 a.m., the weather began to get muggy.

The tram had already gone a few times, and for some reason the angry presenters walked towards the tram in a rage, and threw me a pagan gaze with a raging flame in their eyes, as if they were going to tie me up and burn me.

I really want to ask them, are they blind? If I could change people, I'd love to get in that car and get away from here. It's true that she's a beauty under the snow, but if I dare to touch a single hair of her, not to mention herself, Yang Nai will be happy to teach me the truth of being a man. And Yubihama, who is used as a buffer, is still in the frequent text message reporting position, which means that all that remains is that the second sick fat man Kiza Yoshiki can communicate with me.

As soon as I think about this fact, I look with sorrow at the tram with a Doppler effect.

But I said I was leaving, but in fact I didn't leave. After all, what you promised will still be done. What's more, although the second disease of the wood seat is a bit stupid, it can be regarded as a rescue. Willing to work hard and willing to keep secrets. At least until now, I haven't heard anything about me circling around the school. It should be regarded as a talent that can be shaped.

When it comes to talent, I'm usually very accommodating. Even though he was now beside me trying to attract attention under the snow, I was tolerant and did not speak, crossed my hands on my chin, and stared blankly at the traffic coming and going.

"Hachiman-sama, how many copies of my masterpiece do you think will be published? 500,000 should have been a conservative number! ”

No, it's already pompous. Impossible. It's not possible with your book.

With words like this rolling in my head, I didn't bother to talk back to him.

After all, this guy really just wants to get the attention of the snow. Attracting the attention of the opposite sex by boasting about one's abilities is not exempt from vulgarity even in the middle two diseases. This guy seems to have forgotten who gave him the painful blow back then. And now sitting in a chair under the snow and listening quietly is indeed very camouflaged. This made the outbreak of the second disease in the timber seat even more vigorous, and he said a big number at every turn, as if a big number meant something great.

Shall I tell him that the beautiful girl who seems to be listening to your is actually covering her Bluetooth headset with her own hair, and is now listening to a song? And listening to the rhythm is probably still classical. But according to her character, all she listens to is piano music. So who are the modern masters? Seiji Ozawa? Liszt? Chopin? It can't be Maxim, right?

But then again, Maxim was a man who pioneered an era. The capable people who can put classical art on the shelves of modern pop music are also considered to be members of mythological figures, right? Creating genres, even I can't do that.

I really envy these geniuses.

Looking at the endless traffic in the distance, my mind was thinking about these things that had nothing to do with today.

What does a true genius look like? Tall and handsome, he won national competitions at the age of eighteen, became the champion of the world world competition at the age of twenty-four, and published his first international piano album in the same year. He then became a world-renowned pianist, ushering in the era of hybrid music. God's favor is all focused on this one person.

So it's really desperate to face this kind of genius. Croatian rhapsody, Exodus, flying bees, hummingbirds, those works must have been an insurmountable mountain for his peers.

Then let's take a look at the secondary two disease next to me.

"Hmph, with the leadership of Master Hachiman, how could I fall in such a small place! First of all, let's aim for the diamond award that no one has won in thousands of years! I admire such humility even myself. Aha! What to do! My Black Flame Dragon power is ready to move! The fat body writhed on the platform, attracting disgruntled glances from those around him.

Seventeen years old, evil in the eyes of the two diseases, severe obesity, light novel newcomer reward hard work.

Tsk, gap.

With a long sigh, I pushed the sunglasses off my face and set my eyes on the slowly approaching tram.

I didn't even have to look at the endless text messages on my mobile phone to see the pink dango head waving around the tram window facing us on the tram window while pressing my phone. I could see the look of apology on his face. The palm of her hand moved quickly on her fancy phone, causing a burst of vibration to my phone.

…… Are all the Federation's mobile phones monsters?

Thinking so, I stood up and patted my shoulder under the snow next to me.

"Hey, Yubihama is here."

“？”

Trembling like a kitten, she turned her head to look at me suspiciously. Then I saw me pointing to my ear, and then I suddenly realized, and reached out to pluck the Bluetooth headset from her long black hair that was very camouflaged.

"What do you say? I've been listening to music just now and can't hear clearly. ”

"Yubihama is coming."

Looking in the direction of my finger under the snow, I saw Yubihama with an aggrieved gaze like a puppy.

Completely ignoring the stunned expression on his face, he stood up indifferently under the snow and walked to the tram waiting for Yubihama outside the yellow line. It was cruel and ruthless, and even people like me can't help but look sideways. Putting aside a second-class ill overture, and letting his nearly forty minutes of braggadocio go down the drain - I really should give you thirty-two thumbs up under the snow.

"Don't be sad, if you go to lose about fifty pounds, she will be able to talk to you, losing fifty pounds in half a year is not a big problem, right?" As I passed by the timber seat, I patted him on the shoulder with pity and gave him the last blow.

"W-"

Looking at his dejected appearance, my heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Forty minutes of nagging in my ear about those middle two disease paranoia, even God would be angry.