There are many miracles in life, and things that seem to be more difficult than climbing to the sky can sometimes be done easily, and the difference lies in firm belief and practical execution.

When she was just a person, it can be said that despite the confusion ahead, she still planned her own path. Based on Takeshita Icemi's "experience" understanding and speculation, in the matter of the election of the student president, if she didn't meet Yubihama, didn't meet Hikigu, didn't create a service department, and didn't establish a bond between the three of them, she was still the strong girl who left her home alone to live outside.

Perhaps, the person who signed up for the position of student president by being tricked can be boiled down to the troubles, and she will not have to worry about whether she will lose face and be looked at as a joke. Or maybe she will be affected by a minimal difference, one that she can accept with peace of mind, and one that outsiders will lose the excitement of taking the opportunity to make fun of her.

Because, only when the student union cadre election is registered, when the candidate list is announced, her name will quickly spread all over the campus, and perhaps, it will be known and sighed by more people in the independent dissemination of students with friends from other schools. If she is still the same person, she will definitely have a firm belief and capable execution, and in the end, without suspense, she will naturally become the new president of the general martial arts high school after the city tour.

However, after she established the ministry and met Hikiya and Yubihama one after another, her beliefs were clouded in dust and her execution ability was entangled. In the end, under the destruction of the fatal blow of Hikigu, everything was lost. Since then, the pure white light that leads her forward has become a light in the palm of others, and wherever she points to, the light is there. Even if she finally regained her faith, who can say clearly, in this lost day, the light was not dim, there was no light mixed with other colors, maybe it looked more beautiful and colorful than the original, but it was so false as a mayfly.

He was also glad for himself, the god of fate was still a very serious god, so they met so early, and no one was late.

Although no one can say that their actions are the best for others, if you have to choose, then let yourself be the one who influences the snow.

The staff room at noon was not busy, nor was it as noisy as the student classroom, and it was quieter than the school day. If nothing happens, no student wants to be here.

Although, since the beginning of the school year, several months have passed, and because of the different campus conditions, the connection between the students and teachers here has become a little closer, but the number of times Takeshita Bing sees him here is still very small.

Today, Wednesday, is the third day of the one-color feather commission. In the staff room, which is specially separated by frosted glass as a reception room, Takeshita Himi and Yuki sit on a black slightly hard and cheap sofa chair, and in front of the two of them is Shizune Hiratsuka, who has just lit a cigarette.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, about Isshiki-san's commission." After Hiratsuka gently exhaled a puff of smoke, he said at the right time under the snow sitting there.

"Oh, have you already discussed the results?"

Hiratsuka, who was holding Jiro's legs, put his hand on his knee with a cigarette in his hand, and looked at the student in front of him who had been paying attention. In the short contact that day, she vaguely felt the impact of the student president election on the ministry department.

"No, it's not that the discussion has a result. Speaking of which, I am also interested in the position of student president. ”

"So, the two of them, Yubihama and Hikiya?"

"I've already spoken to Yubihama that she supports my decision."

Hiratsuka looked at the snow with a calm face, and then she took another puff of her cigarette, this time the filter of the cigarette lingered between her lips for a little longer, and then she exhaled a long haze. Perhaps with this effort, she digested in her mind the message implied by the calm narration under the snow, and at the end of the exhalation of the smoke, she seemed to make this action with a tired sigh.

"I see?"

After sighing, she then asked about Takeshita Icemi, who was sitting next to her under the snow, and snuffed out the cigarette she had only smoked twice.

"Then why are you here, you can't just accompany the snow, right?"

Takeshita Bingmi looked at the bent cigarette with a faint smoke floating in the ashtray, and organized the language: "Because the teacher is also the teacher in charge of the election of the student council cadres this time, I am here to sign up for the remaining student council secretary who has no candidates." ”

After Takeshita Icemi's understanding, it is now possible for him to sign up for the vice president. However, the list of candidates has already been announced in the school, and after a period of warm-up, and because I don't know my own energy, I chose the secretary who has no candidates, so it is much safer.

Although the secretary and the vice president can see which one is closer to the president from the name, and they have also complained that the secretary has a lot of work, they still choose a safe way.

It's a big deal, I will treat the secretary as a record historian around the emperor, specializing in recording every word and deed under the snow, and then, compiling it into an archival book for later generations to learn or something, the title of the book is "How the Perfect Goddess Student President is Made". "The Self-cultivation of the Perfect Student President". "The Daily Life of the Perfect Student President". "The Perfect Goddess Will Grow Under the Snow". "The Story That the Student President and the Secretary Have to Tell" and so on, of course, in order to show their conscientiousness, there can also be "The Student Council's Own Opinion" or something.

The lunch break flew by in everyone's laughter or weakness, and the time was only a short stay in the staff room, but it felt like a long time. Although Hiratsuka didn't say anything about the decision of the two, it was more of a simple "um." Oh." These words, because of the conciseness of her words, make it impossible to see her own opinion, although the two will not easily change their decision because of her opinion.

When Yukishito and Takeshita walked out of the staff room, Hiratsuka sat alone, watching the backs of the two of them leaving through the open glass door of the room, until the door of the staff room closed and cut off her view.

"Hey......"

A heartfelt sigh that seemed to break my heart sounded in this room. Then, another voice of anticipation that seemed to be talking to herself became lighter and lighter around her.

"I hope that time will not leave a mark on you in the future, and it will be the same as it used to be. ...... Biqi Valley"

Outside the staff room, Takeshita Himi and Yuki walked side by side, and the two headed towards the second-year J class. The lunch break was worn out in the quiet conversation of the peaceful tsuka, and after passing through the noisy classrooms one after another, I felt that such a sound was a little distant, and it was obviously close at hand.

Takeshita Bingmi has seen a lot of words taken out of context that look very readable, and in the eyes of some people are even life philosophy, he remembers such a sentence: Everyone has their own piece of forest, maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there, will always be there, lost people are lost, people who meet will meet again.

At that time, he hadn't read the original books, and it should be said that he basically didn't know about those foreign masterpieces. Even if it's in my own country, it's just that I read the chapters and fragments that have been stiffened and must be taken for the exam.

Therefore, he didn't know what the context of this sentence was and what it was intended to express. However, according to his own understanding and belief, he does not believe in meeting again after meeting.

Thinking self-righteously, perhaps, Yubihama and the snow have similar thoughts. So, Yubihama worked so hard to maintain everything, and she knew that there were some things that would be too much if she missed them. The difference is that under the knowledgeable snow, compared to Yubihama, he still maintains a fairy tale innocence, while distrusting, but there are naïve fantasies.

It was not clear to him whether he constituted or maintained an important part of the fairy tale.

Sometimes, he hated his character. It's always a thing that is ordinary in the eyes of others, but it can be over-interpreted in yourself. Therefore, there are no people in this world who do not grow up.

I spent two classes quietly, and it should be said that the two of them were very quiet in each class. The teacher who taught the class didn't know when they reached a tacit understanding, and they no longer asked questions in class, and the two who should understand it had already understood, and what they shouldn't understand was not something they could teach in various senses.

Today, the four members of the ministry seem to have arrived again after a long absence. He and Yukixia don't know if Hikiya will appear because of Yubihama, or because Yubihama will be there because there is a club event today, although no matter how you look at it, you still can't avoid Yubihama.

I don't know how long I sat in the club, but the black tea brewed by Takeshita Bingjian was only steaming with thin heat, and everyone didn't like to drink cold black tea, and they hadn't touched the cup of tea in front of them for a long time.

"Today, at noon, I have already submitted the written materials and application form to Mr. Hiratsuka-sensei to run for the student council, so I ......"

Although taking into account the follow-up caused by Hihama Kazu, the snow that thought clearly hesitated for the last time because of it, and opened the curtain of today's talk.

The entrustment of a color feather, the existence or absence of the Ministry of Service, the interpersonal trend of several people, and their respective fates will come to an end in this classroom that was once sprinkled with warm sunlight, when the sunset is about to disappear.