At first, Nakamura Castle's attitude was also more ambiguous.,It's no wonder he.,It's the same for the head of any club.,After all, if you join one more club, you'll split the time for activities in the original club.,And Fujiwara Suke is also a specially cultivated member of the Ri-Letters Department.。

But when he said that he joined the club she founded because of Kaoru Tojo's relationship, the expression on his face obviously improved, and even the rest of the manuscripts on the table were not organized, and he used his right index finger to push the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

"Very good, Fujiwara-kun, the strengthening of the connection with the girl is also part of the strategy, I am in favor of it, and I believe that the other members of the department will agree if they know about it."

"That means that?"

"Well, I approved it on behalf of the Ministry of Letters."

"Thank you, Vice Minister Nakamura."

Fujiwarasuke, who was standing, nodded politely in response.

"If there's nothing else to do, I won't bother."

"Oh, yes."

Nakamura Castle waved his hand to Fujiwarasuke, who was about to leave, and at the same time stood up from the inside of the square table with a kind smile on his face.

"In addition to the Lish-Literature, you have also made a great contribution to our normal Literature."

Nakamura Castle approached Fujiwara and handed him a yellow envelope and a white sheet.

"Originally, I was going to call you to pick it up tomorrow, but if you come now, I'll give it to you in advance, it's 3,200 yen, and the school sent it to our Faculty of Literature, a certificate of first prize for the monthly literary magazine, and a reward of 2,000 yen for the manuscript fee for the selected journal and 1,200 yen for the first prize."

Fujiwara received the envelope and the certificate of merit that was not much larger than the envelope.

In his left hand, he held the certificate of merit, and the white certificate was printed in black with his name 'Fujiwarasuke', 'First Prize', and other praise speeches, and it felt like it was thick from the paper of a book.

Put the certificate down for now.

With the thumb of his right hand, he pressed and squeezed out the air inside the false envelope, and when he pressed against the outer skin of the envelope, he could feel the money paper inside and the hard coin at the bottom.

The award was expected, but he didn't expect the manuscript fee and reward to be so generous.

It is worthy of being a district-level private high school with extremely high requirements for the deviation value of the entrance format, which is much more than the 300 yen he originally gave in junior high school.

3,200 yen is a lot for him, a high school student who lives on 150,000 yen a month, and he can use it to buy some fruits and the like to enrich his food.

"Thank you Minister Nakamura and the other members of the Literary Club for taking care of me."

"Hmm."

Nakamura smiled and nodded, the light reflecting from the crack in the door on the lenses of his glasses.

"Oh, by the way, do you want to participate in our high school Chinese competition in Shinagawa Ward."

"High School Chinese Competition?"

Over the next five minutes, Nakamura gave Fujiwara a detailed introduction to the nature of the high school Chinese competition and its fit with his work.

According to him, the Shinagawa Ward High School Student Literary Contest is attended by outstanding members of the literature department of the high school in the area, and if you submit Fujiwara's award-winning manuscript, you will definitely make it to the top four, but you may need to write other works to increase the score later.

The semi-finals include the above, and they are far more generous than the 3,000 manuscript fee given to him by Qingteng High School, and he is asked if he wants to participate in the name of a member of the Literature Department.

For a high school student from a normal medium-sized family, it is of course excellent to be able to get bonuses to enrich consumption, although it is a little troublesome, but it is quite tempting to earn money with interest, so Fujiwara Suke still agreed.

Out of the door of the literary club's activity room, she sent a message to Kaoru Tojo in the corridor for the first time that she could join her club.

Before she could get down to the first floor, she received a reply from three consecutive smiling expressions that she seemed excited.

Leave the school gate and walk to the shopping street.

This time, after dinner, I didn't go home directly, but went to the supermarket on the second floor with the 3,200 yen reward from the school to buy some fruits that I liked to eat.

Sitting on the sofa, I peeled two of the mangoes I bought and ate them.

I ate it only before yesterday, but now it tastes very sweet, maybe it is because of the money I earned to buy it, and it still contains a sense of accomplishment in eating it.

Review your homework, wash up, and then lie in bed, it's another fulfilling day.

At 6:10 a.m., the pear-shaped alarm clock on Fujiwara's bedside would ring for 20 minutes in the morning.

Adjust to the bed for a minute and a half, and then get up decisively.

Looking at the still gray city outside the double open window on the side of the bed, his eyes were determined.

From today onwards, he will have a different plan.

A truly successful boy must not only be excellent in his studies, but also in physical strength.

Sit-ups and push-ups, usually, 10 push-ups will be a little tired, presumably twenty is the limit, set the goal very high at the beginning, if you can't do it often, it will be meaningless, and it will greatly dampen enthusiasm.

Although there are many more sit-ups, they still choose to do them synchronously.

So he set his goal at twenty-one.

Roll out of bed, push the window to the side, take a breath of fresh air that is still quite moisturey, and bend down to the wooden floor on the side of the bed.

Bend the elbow and press down.

"a"

"Two"

Kaoru Tojo's father was the president of the Tojo Foundation, a well-known company in Tokyo.

The identity of the Nine Sky Shake Ai is still unknown, but her grades are the third oldest above Fujiwara Suke, and she also has a physical skill that is almost invincible to him.

And Fujiwarasuke, his parents are just workers in the border city of Saitama.

Of course, mature boys don't compete with their parents.

But at least, in terms of excluding all external things, he also has to be able to compare with the two beautiful girls who are regarded as idols by his classmates.

Judging from the characteristics of a boy, he can only improve his physical and mental qualities as much as possible.

He has a plan for his mental power, which is steadily accumulating, and now he needs to do it at the same time as the physical aspect.

"Two, ten, one."

Done, roll over and lie flat.

His arms were already sore and stiff.

But it's the experience that makes him feel like he's making real progress.

Take a two-minute break, followed by twenty-one sit-ups with your head in your hands.

Then I had breakfast, arrived at school, and the four classes in the morning passed quickly in a state of attentive listening.

As usual, he went to the rooftop after lunch, although the girl told him not to come again yesterday.

However, the rooftop was not built by her family.

Standing in front of the dark blue fire door at the end of the stairs, Fujiwara hesitated.

Holding his right hand on the stainless steel doorknob, he felt a hint of coldness coming from it, but he never pushed it open.