Murakazu Konda had already started to pat him on the shoulder, looking like "I know everything".

"It's really a submission to the department."

The short story, written about the black cat who robbed him of bread, has a total word count of about three thousand, and now there is only one ending left.

When he came in the morning, he first went to the library on the campus of Mikagehama and referred to the previous monthly magazines of the Classics Society, which had long since been discontinued, and this was just the right space.

"I don't believe it! Unless you let me see! ”

"Wait until I'm done."

There is one last paragraph left.

The black cat, who was saved from starvation by being fed bread by the teenager, exchanged his life for the teenager who was lying on the hospital bed and could only see a small piece of sky from the ceiling and window.

Cats don't have nine lives, and being able to exchange their lives for the lives of young men is already a miracle.

The teenager was discharged from the hospital, and the black cat disappeared.

The boy couldn't find the black cat, so he ran to the street where the black cat was originally fed bread despite the heavy rain on a rainy day, and squatted down in the rain sadly, hugging him.

"Meow~"

The cat barked.

I'll stop writing here.

Narumi closed the pen and handed the letter to Muraichi Konda.

"Can you really show me?"

"Whatever."

Kontamura took the letter suspiciously, and first looked at it a few times, "It's really not a love letter, I'll just say, how can you, who have always been uninterested in women, suddenly open up......"

Before the words fell, Muraichi Konda suddenly stopped talking, and his attention was all focused on the letterhead, slowly looking down line by line.

After half a ring, after reading the last sentence, I sighed deeply.

"Is the black cat back at last?" He asked.

"Who knows, maybe the boy died."

Narumi Yu took the letter back from his hand and tucked it into his textbook.

"Shhhh......h Kontamura saw that his eyes had changed again, and he made a defensive move in fear and took two steps back, "Yuu, I know you may not have been in a good mood since you lost your memory, but please don't have such dark thoughts, okay?" ”

"Then buy me a bottle of soda every day?"

"Impossible." Muraichi Konda refused without hesitation, "It's better that the boy is dead." ”

It seems that he was right.

In any case, a bottle of soda a day is indeed a very important condition for high school students......

"That, I can buy Narumi San......" Shiina Weiyang behind him interjected in a low voice, probably because it was a little embarrassing to suddenly make a noise when overhearing the two of them, and some of the baby's fat little faces had a touch of blush, "If Narumi San wants." ”

"No, just kidding."

If it was Kinda Muraichi, he would really want it.

But a girl with a soft voice, a timid personality, and a red face...... It really made him unable to rise to the idea of bullying the other party.

What's more, the twenty-five letters that Shiina secretly stuffed into him were precious enough, even if he bought him soda for twenty-five months in a row, it couldn't be worth it.

He went to buy stationery and envelopes last night to reply to the other party, and he used the letterhead to write to the department just because he bought too much.

"Oh......"

"And what if I just said yes? You won't really let me buy it, will you? Are you kidding? Muraichi Okita next to him continued to try to find a sense of existence.

"No, of course you have to buy it."

"Ahh Damn it! ”

Omada Mura pretended to cover his chest with a heart-wrenching expression.

"No! My heart hurts! I'm going to die! Uh......"

The performance of the high school students who spent their extra energy was really not interested in Narumi Yu, so he didn't look at him.

In fact, Muraichi Omada looked more worried that he would really get dark and wanted to make him happy.

Narumi Yu knew, so he smiled and watched him perform with encouraging eyes, looking at Natsume-sensei, who also had a gentle smile behind him.