✿ BGM: MANYO-小さな痛み

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"It's hot...... It's autumn, but it's still the same as summer. ”

Amon stretched, looking down at the three guardian eggs in her uniform bag.

The peaceful life continues. Only the day of school - Xiaolan inexplicably disappeared from everyone's memory, only she remembered. She asked all the people who knew Xiaolan, and found that they all remembered things related to Xiaolan, but they all put on another shell of sweetheart.

(The pain of loss is like a rose thorn in the palm of your hand.) ）

The stark reality told her that the experience of that day was not just a nightmare. The brown-haired, blue-eyed goblin, like a delicate doll, is real. The one who erased Xiaolan from everyone's memory is Yue Yingluo.

She asked the librarian, but the answer sent chills down her spine - "No kidding, the library has no greenhouse, and no attic has ever been built." ”

She seemed to be back to the cowardly appearance she had three years ago, so much so that she didn't want to think about it again.

Turning his head to look out the classroom window, a verdant forest was bathed in sunlight. Even though it was already the end of school, the fierce sunlight still made people unable to open their eyes.

"Because the sun is in the direct phase for a month after the beginning of autumn."

Hearing the familiar girlish voice, Aemon couldn't help but look back at the other end of the classroom.

（…… Hanasaki Sakura. ）

It was the black-haired girl she hadn't noticed just now. She lay listlessly on the table, as if she had nothing to do. Amu silently recited Hanasaki Sakura's name in her mind and walked to her seat.

The breeze blows and the long hair flies. The white and transparent skin, the delicate and delicate facial features, and the lazy posture of lying on her face make her even more attractive.

(Why don't I try to have long hair too?) ）

Amu glanced at her short shoulder-length cherry hair, and then cast her eyes on the swaying green silk of Hanasaki Sakura, thinking.

"Good afternoon, Hinai-sen."

Hanasaki blinked as if she had woken up from a dream, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Why are you willing to talk to me today?" Amu sat down in the seat in front of Hanasaki Sakura and asked curiously. "You don't usually speak."

Hearing this, Hanasaki Sakura showed a natural smile, and Fang Cai's depression seemed to be an illusion.

"You kept looking at my hair just now, is it dusting?" Hanasaki Sakura naturally turned the subject around and asked.

"No, just lamenting how long your hair is. Isn't your neck too hot? ”

"Sort of, indeed. However, autumn uniforms are hotter than summer uniforms. ”

She smiled a little lonely, and Amon seemed to see in her smile the sadness of the passage of time.

"What's wrong, Hanasaki-san?"

The crimson sunset poured down from the classroom window, bringing in the fresh air outside the window, and there was finally a long-awaited coolness in the classroom.

"It's hot, but it's not stuffy, which is a blessing in misfortune. Yameng, I'm going to transfer schools again. ”

Hearing the black-haired girl suddenly call her name directly, Ameng was slightly surprised.

"Where are you going?"

"A private college in Norway."

"Eh, Nordic? Why did you go over there? ”

"Tromsø, Norway is my father's hometown. Although I was born and raised here, I still visit it occasionally. ”

"On the surface, you can't tell you're half-blooded."

"That's the face of my mother from Kyoto."

After the words fell, the air fell silent again. It took a long time for Hanasaki Sakura to pick up her uniform bag and get up.

"I'm supposed to have new transfer students coming over when I'm gone. I wish you and her a good time. Leave. ”

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After Sakura Hanasaki left, only Amu was left alone in the classroom. She looked through the window at the sky, red by the setting sun. The heat in the classroom has gradually dissipated.

(What should I do next...... I don't want to go home for some reason. ）

Suddenly—

I heard a faint scream, as if someone was scratching a mirror with their fingernails.

Amon walked in the direction the voice came from—outside the window.

"On the other side of the glass-clear sea\ / is the endless Milky Way \ / On this ship called Earth \ / Everyone is just a traveler"

(The voice is...... ）

After listening for a while, I finally realized that it was a human song.

"Is it a choir practice?"

(Very light, as if the lowest bracket of radio volume.) But the song flowed from my ears to my heart. Is it because of the sadness of this melody? ）

"No, it can't be the choir."

The classroom window was always open, but she had never heard singing so far, and besides—

"It's no wonder that the singing of the choir can be heard here."

Amon muttered, smiling at some point.

(Just pass the time and check it out.) ）

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(The faint but clear singing is soaked in sadness, but also lovable - it seems to be on the back of the school building?) ）

"It's not as good as the rows of cherry blossom trees at the main entrance, but there are a few planted on the back of the school building."

Aemon walked around the school building, and the song got closer and closer to her.

- The moment she raised her eyes, she seemed to see an angel.

Bathed in the bloody sun, a young girl sings under a cherry blossom tree with her eyes closed. Whether it's the length of the hair, the height, or the temperament, it's very similar to Hanasaki Sakura.

But—

This girl's face is not inferior even to the otherworldly beautiful Hanasaki, making Amu feel like she is peeking into the scenery in the movie.

(Is it an adult who has faded away?) Her mature countenance was as perfect as a godsend. ）

With her long brown hair, Ameng reminds her of the moon she met in the library attic greenhouse that day, as if she had stepped into a dream. She sang like weeping, but there was no expression on her face—not so much an angel as a monster dwelling in a cherry tree.

(Is it because I can't read her feelings?) ）

Amon felt only a sense of sorrow permeating her, as if her only mission in this world was to sing.

There is always something ominous about this magnificent scene. Suddenly—

Amon stepped on the cherry blossom branches on the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in this peaceful space, and the song came to an abrupt end. Then, as if from the illusion, the girl slowly returned to reality, and turned to look at her.

"-Who?"

The girl's voice was quite sharp, contrary to the soft singing voice.

"I'm ...... Students here. It is etiquette to report your home before asking others. ”

The character inferred from the tone of her voice, and the moment he looked at her, made Ameng's attitude toughen.

The girl stared at Aemon with her royal blue eyes, as if searching for her true intentions.

"I see. You're eavesdropping. ”

Then, the girl ignored Amon's question and stared at her with a contemptuous look at the villain.

(The look is irritating.) ）

"I was just passing by, and it was the song that floated by itself. That's the way I have to go back to the classroom. Besides, didn't you hear me asking you? ”

The girl ignored it and turned her gaze to the uniform bag leaning against the cherry tree.

"Hey."

Amon snorted dissatisfiedly.

"I heard that this school is full of elites.,I didn't expect the first day to make me so unpleasant......"

The girl's voice of self-talk reached Amon's ears, making her extremely angry.

"Self-proclaimed elite superior? Looks like you think I'm eavesdropping and look down on me. Ugly words ahead, your singing is not very good. ”

Hearing Amon's words, a trace of fluctuation finally appeared on the girl's face.

(This look is much better than the expressionless face just now.) ）

But the girl quickly regained her poker face and bent down to pick up her uniform bag.

"What, ignore me?"

"I never talk to a low-level opponent."

(It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of malice directed at me.) ）

"Don't give people a chance to explain? Is it because people are resentful that they fled here? ”

As soon as the words fell, the girl's eyes were lit up like lights, and there was a clear emotion. There was a real sense of anxiety in her delicate eyes, which seemed to be a godsend. Immediately, the girl left without looking back.

Her figure disappeared into the twilight.

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"I'm sorry, Hanasaki."

Aemon whispered to the classmate who had left in the fall.

"Compared to this guy, you're a saint."