In the apartment, a fifteen-minute walk from Nakano Station, Toru Shimizu stared at the constantly flickering cursor, finally sighed, and slowly fell back on the sofa.

On the computer screen, the materials prepared for next week's sermon were stuck there for half a day.

The admission process and school life are very simple, find some photos you have taken before, and add a little text to complete it. But when it came to the "results taken", Toru Shimizu didn't know how to start at all.

Thinking of the seniors of the Waseda Faculty of Literature, even if you don't consider legendary characters such as Edogawa Ranbu and Haruki Shugami, there are also people such as Mitsuyo Tsunoda and Shion Miura, who have won the Naoki Prize, and there is really nothing to say about him as a newcomer who has not even sold 5,000 novels.

If Hasegawa knows about this preaching, it will become black history again.

Taking a deep breath, Qing Shui Toru glanced at the time on the wall and decided that it would be better to settle lunch first. Before leaving the door, I brought my camera with me at the entrance.

Walk slowly through a residential area to the vicinity of Nakano Station. There are finally more pedestrians on the streets, and finally there is a lively atmosphere unique to the gathering of various shops.

There was no need to go to the barbecue restaurant anymore, so I felt full at the ramen shop and checked my camera, so Toru Shimizu shook into the station and boarded the train to Odaiba.

The camera was bought when he decided to apply for the Faculty of Letters, and the purpose was also to collect materials. Compared to the usual text recording, the camera is sometimes more convenient. For example, the colors of the sky at sunset and the emotions that come with it. It can take a long time to describe it in words, but the camera only needs to press the shutter.

As for the fact that the photos were given to the magazine, or that they were to be photographed for a better pay, it was completely unexpected.

I had a headache when I thought of shooting Toru Shimizu, so I looked at the date with my mobile phone, and there were only a few days left before the deadline.

When the time comes...

With only a little recollection, Toru Shimizu subconsciously cut off his thoughts and forced himself to think of something else.

Somehow, I remembered the girl named Noenian Reina that Toho met that day. Full of transparency and youthfulness, different from any person he has met before. But it seems that he is just a rookie actor who is not well-known, and he has such an agent.

Speaking of which, when the agent found out that she was tricked by herself, shouldn't she go back and vent her anger on Neng Nian, right? Although ordinary people don't do this, that kind of person obviously can't think about it in the usual way.

I felt sorry for her for a few seconds. That's all you can do. After all, he is not a Chinese son with a net worth of 100 billion, and smashing anything is enough to make a small actor turn over.

What's more, she didn't have that kind of need for herself to be just a passerby she met by chance.

The train carried his cranky thoughts and finally stopped at Odaiba Seaside Park Station.

When I left the station and walked through the dark road sandwiched between tall buildings, my vision suddenly widened.

Tokyo Bay is a shallow arc here, showing a few small points of light floating on the surface of the sea with the same blue color as the sky, and the rainbow bridge and Tokyo Tower on the opposite side shimmer under the rare clear sky.

The cool sea breeze brought a sense of refreshment, and it also blew away all his scattered thoughts.

No longer thinking about anything else, Toru Shimizu raised his camera and took a picture casually.

Stop and follow the walking path next to the beach, revealing the harbor in the distance. Toru Shimizu turned the camera on the seabirds surrounding the harbor and pressed the shutter.

After a click, a soft, questioning voice sounded.

"Huh?"

I should have photographed someone. Qing Shui Toru looked at the lower left corner of the screen, and sure enough, there was a figure that looked blurry because of the focal length.

If the other party doesn't allow it, you can only delete it.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Toru Shimizu put down the camera and was about to come forward to negotiate, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw the man clearly.

It's the girl from the bookstore before.

She wore a wide-brimmed round hat, and her hair was shorter than the last time we had met, just touching her shoulders. The arms sticking out of the cuffs looked like shimmering white porcelain in the sunlight. The slightly loose coat was blown by the sea breeze, making her look a little thinner.

Obviously a little surprised, the girl blurted out: "Shimizu-san? ”

Without thinking about calculating the probability of three chance encounters in a row, Toru Shimizu wanted to say hello first, but found that he didn't know her name yet.

The girl also sensed the problem, covered her mouth and chuckled, then stood up straight, put her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.

"I'm Nanami, and although it's not the first time we've met, please take care of it."

"I'm Toru Shimizu, please take care of me."

After returning the gift, Toru Shimizu realized what was wrong, and asked with doubts, "Is it Nanami (Nanami) and Nanami (Nanami)?" ”

"That's how Chinese characters are written." She picked up a notebook from the bench beside her and wrote her name with a pencil.

Toru Shimizu noticed that it looked like a pen and paper for sketching.

"There really is a pronunciation of the first name and the last name."

"My father gave this name, he said that Nanami is a very rare surname, and he hopes that others will shout more." She explained with a calm face, thinking that she was used to it.

"Nanami-san's father is really an interesting person."

"yes." She lowered her head, and when she raised it again, she smiled a little, "Shimizu-san is coming to Odaiba... With a camera, are you taking materials? ”

"That's right. By the way, about the photo just now, is that okay? ”

"I'll see."

She had already taken off her hat and completely exposed her short maroon hair to the air.

With Toru Shimizu's height, Nanami stood on tiptoe slightly in order to see the camera hanging around his neck, and the faint aroma of shampoo lingered.

Somewhat strange about the sensitivity of their sense of smell. Toru Shimizu turned his head away from looking at her.

But even then, the breath was fleeting. She went back to where she was.

"The composition is very good, and Shimizu-san is also very good at photography. As for the photo, Shimizu-san decided for himself, anyway, it's just the back. ”

"Thank you very much. By the way, Nanami-san is here? ”

"I heard this is a good place to sketch, so..."

As she spoke, she handed over the sketchbook she had just made.

A few pages forward, all of them are buildings near Odaiba.

"It's... It's already time to get the prize, right? Especially the lines and shadows here, and..."

"Did Shimizu-san also learn to paint?"

Her eyes lit up, as if she was a little surprised.

"Actually, it's just the level of passing the art class," after a moment of hesitation, Toru Shimizu still told the truth, "But my appreciation ability is still good." ”

She was stunned, although there was nothing on her expression, but the smile in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Speaking of which, do you want to go for a walk together?"

"Okay".

Although the invitation was unexpectedly smooth, Toru Shimizu still felt that it would be better if he hadn't added the phrase "appreciation" just now.