"To be honest, if your article is posted in the school's social magazine, it may not be possible to evaluate the quarterly excellence award."

Tanaka suddenly said seriously.

"You're so optimistic about me?"

Fujiwara glanced back at Tanaka.

"It's not that I'm optimistic about you, it's a fact, I don't know about the rest of our literary club, but at least I can't write it myself."

"If you're worried about being used by Miss Tojo, then don't worry, it's a routine for the annual entrance ceremony, and no one will talk about it."

Tanaka shifted the chair pressed to his side.

"But if this is what you wrote casually, then I didn't say it, because there will be more opportunities to win awards in the future, not worse this time."

Fujiwara suke walked up to Tanaka side by side and put his arm around his thick shoulders.

"Hahaha, that's a fair comment, but I've worked this article, and thanks to my adventure with you."

Fujiwara patted him on the shoulder again.

"Actually, President Nakamura has already helped me submit my article to the school magazine, but thank you for the reminder."

Although Tanaka is a little more colorful, a little more homely, and a little more jealous, he is still very kind and upright.

"Okay, then I'll have good news."

In this way, the two of them slowly moved forward in the line of corridors one after the other, and it took at least ten minutes to return to the classroom and put the chairs away.

After listening to the class guide's summary of the meeting and some holiday precautions, it is officially a holiday.

At the end of April, Tokyo was already a little warm, and today was a sunny day, and I couldn't help but sweat a little when I was carrying a stool that was not a short distance.

So Fujiwara and Tanaka went to the playground next to the teaching department building, where they bought two cans of cold salt soda from the vending machine.

"Smack."

Press the oval-shaped metal lid in.

Then he drank out of the school gate as he walked.

At the fork in the slope at the bottom of the slope, Tanaka's invitation to "go to his house to play electricity" politely declined, and Fujiwara returned home again through the street that was advertised as renting a house for only five minutes, but actually took more than ten minutes.

It was half past eleven when I got home, and then I lay in bed for half an hour.

I woke up at the alarm clock at 12 o'clock, and because it was noon, I still chose to eat rice-like staple lunch.

Due to the fact that there are a number of universities and secondary schools nearby, and because it is far from the city center, the prices here are not particularly expensive, and the restaurants are all good and cheap.

Fujiwara chose a family restaurant with colorful lights hanging on the glass wall next to the door, and the name "Matsui".

Since he didn't use anything other than to eat, he had more than enough to spend, so he simply ordered a bowl of beef curry rice bowl, which was slightly more expensive for him.

Sitting inside an empty red sofa with four people gathered around a table, listening to the conversation of children talking to their parents about sweets and juices on the small TV on the pillar of the dining room.

It's not noisy, but there is the warmth of some popular fireworks.

"Guest, this is the beef rice you ordered, please use it slowly."

On the glass table in front of Fujiwara, the freshly served rice bowl was steaming, the dark yellow soup was evenly poured over the rice, and on the other side were yellow potatoes and brown pieces of meat.

He picked up the spoon, scraped it over the side, scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and savored it.

The rice comes with soup in the mouth, so you don't need to chew it carefully, just press it with your tongue and lick it at the top of your mouth.

Then he took a bite of the fluffy potatoes and a bite of the beef, sticky but not greasy, and the taste was excellent, and he quickly swept away the rice bowl.

Tidy up the tabletop, put the utensils back in the recycling area, and go out.

Fujiwara did not go home, but began his pre-date preparations.

Since it is the object of the strategy, tomorrow's date should be as simple as eating a meal.

So in addition to arranging a place to eat, he also has to take Kaoru Tojo to go shopping in other places to brush up on his favorability.

However, since it has only been a few days since I moved here, Fujiwara Suke has only taken a cursory glance at this shopping street when passing by on school, and it is only on the first floor.

If you don't know the home field, how can you call it the home field?

Therefore, it is necessary to inquire in advance and familiarize yourself with the places that Kaoru Tojo may go to tomorrow.

After walking from the restaurant at half past twelve and strolling around until four o'clock in the afternoon, the whole three and a half hours was only three and a half hours before Fujiwara was able to get a first understanding of the composition of this commercial street.

As the main source of customers is young people from nearby universities and schools, the street also has a comprehensive entertainment style, from quiet libraries to quiet movie theaters to lively video game malls.

So Fujiwara Suke easily chose many occasions that might be used.

The first is where to meet.

He pulls out his phone, opens Line, and finds a dialog box about Kaoru Tojo.

"Kaoru Tojo, meet in front of the sidewalk at the end of Shikaba Street at half past eight tomorrow morning."

Send.

Then rent back to the house.

Drop by and go to the corner to buy grilled salmon for dinner.

When the door to the rental house was opened, he received a reply.

Kaoru Tojo: "Okay."

A very official answer from the eldest lady.

After confirming the information, turn off your phone, go to the study, review the content of the week's lessons, solve the coursework, and finally wash up and go to bed early.

The next day, at 8:50 a.m., the sun was just rising over the roof of a single house in the distance.

The sun is bright yellow but soft.

Fujiwara arrived at the agreed corner ten minutes early, with the sidewalk in front of him on the roadside that was not wide open to traffic, and behind him were walking office workers in black suits and uniforms.

Five minutes later, a group of kindergarten yellow-hat children with three teachers appeared on the sidewalk.

Because they were so cute as they were humming the song of crossing the street, Fujiwarasuke was also attracted to the past.

A moment later, just as the leading child crossed the middle of the road with small steps.

"Hello."

A nice voice sounded beside him.

Turn around.

At the same time, a breeze swept through both sides of the cheeks.

The girl pressed a light yellow sun hat, and a light-colored dress that was over-the-knee was slightly blown up, like a cyan butterfly with half-open wings, revealing her good-looking legs under the skirt.

"Fujiwara-san."

The girl lifted the brim of her hat with a smile on her face, and the crowd around her instantly lost its color.

"Ah, it's a pear among the human warriors."

A kindergarten child passing by below him looked up at Kaoru Tojo and was the first to sigh.

Human warriors, popular and kindergarten cartoons about punishing evil and promoting good, and the evil is finally defeated by justice.

Pear, the object of being rescued by Superman in the world every time she is in distress, because of her pure and sweet appearance, is a super popular existence among kindergarten children.

"Really, really like a pear."

The female teacher who led the kindergarten also stopped to watch and sighed.