Yayoi Aki didn't reply, but looked at the clock hanging on the wall, packed up the lunch box, and stood up from the sofa,

"It's time for class."

I don't know if it's an example or a woman who is an unpredictable creature like this.,It's the same as Imadegawa Chisaka.,I obviously want to eat.,But don't say it.。

It is also unknown whether the reason is that the relationship is rusty or that you don't want to trouble others.

This made Ming Haiyou a little embarrassed, reached out and touched his nose, packed up the lunch box and followed her out.

As for the bag of biscuits, it didn't move, and even the bag was not opened.

In the end, it was cheaper for Kinda Muraichi.

"Where did you buy it? It tastes good! ”

The first class ends in the afternoon.

An ordinary high school boy stood next to Narumi Yu's seat, and asked inarticulate as he shoved cookies into his mouth.

"Swallow the biscuit in your mouth before you speak!" Asahi couldn't stand it, and frowned and reminded.

"It was given by a girl from Class D."

"What?! Not... Ahem......!! "Konda tasted the evil fruit of eating while talking, and choked on the crumbled biscuits, but fortunately he blocked it with his hand in time, and the crumbs he coughed up were only sprayed with his own hand.

“……”

"Well deserved." Asahi looked at Muraichi Konda, who was wiping his hands with paper, and did not forget to fall into the well.

"Hey!" Omada expressed strong dissatisfaction, and a major war was about to break out.

"Does Narumi like cookies?" Shiina Weiyang poked Narumi in the back, "I can also make it for Narumi-san." ”

"Do you have my share?" The male high school student who had just choked on cookie crumbs interjected, not noticing Shiina Mio's troubled look at him at all, and Asahi Kurako looking at a hopeless fool.

"No need."

He tasted only one of the cookies in the bag.

You can taste the girl's intentions, but if you evaluate it from the taste, it's just that you can eat it.

Hopefully, this bag of cookies can be a respite between Yoko Fukawa and him.

The two who had nothing to do with each other can return to a state of no intersection. Don't let a misunderstanding and an apology become an endless ellipsis.

He doesn't have the idea of doing that yet, and he doesn't know if the university will have one.

Perhaps he will make steady progress towards the great goal of a thirty-year-old magician; It is also possible that after your twenties, you will frequently go on blind dates at the urging of the people around you, and then break up unhappily because of personality incompatibility and other reasons.

Shiina Weiyang has good intentions for him, he knows it in his heart, but he doesn't know how to respond.

There are at least as many memory fragments as a picture album between the two, and if he says that he is now unfamiliar with the girl because of his amnesia due to a car accident, he refuses mercilessly......

It's also so irresponsible.

"Oh......"

……

After school in the afternoon, Narumi sat on the sofa in the student room and continued to read the light novels he had picked up from the bookshelf of the Classics Department.

Next Monday is the festival, and there are only three days left on Friday, which is three-quarters of the way through.

The student council has significantly more things to deal with, so much so that President Yayoi is approving documents while he drinks soda today.

He also wants to help, but he doesn't know much about the various clubs of the cultural festival and the Mikagehama, so he can only cause trouble for the girl who already has a heavy workload.

"Is there anything that the Classics Faculty needs to prepare for the festival?" He just mentioned it casually, wanting to do something for himself sooner.

Yayoi replied without raising his head in the morning: "In previous years, there will be a classical literature journal, and if Narumi Sang is okay, he can challenge himself to write 10 short stories and print one issue in two days." ”

"Forget it, it sounds like it's better for me to cook well and sell it at the cultural festival under the name of the Department of Classics."

But the Faculty of Classics can't sell food at cultural festivals, right?

"Advertise your ambition to become Tokyo's No. 1 chef at the Mikagehama High School Chinese Festival?"

The girl finally raised her head, the pen in her hand paused, and her eyebrows and eyes hooked up a smile that seemed to be nothing,

"If you really want to do this, it's not impossible, the student council will definitely approve it."