Around ten o'clock in the morning, the sun has risen higher.

There are no clouds, the sun is shining directly on the unsheltered playground, and in late September, when the heat has not completely subsided, it is still a little unbearable to stay for a long time.

Looking at the parasol overhead, Morimi took a sip of cold drink, shrunk his neck from the ice, and looked at the mock courtroom arranged as a trial scene not far away, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Through Hikaru Takikawa's inquiry, she now knows the reason why they chose to "hold a trial" under the scorching sun.

- By the scorching sun, simulating the lofty and majestic law itself, and this unbearable feeling can also be understood as the feeling of sitting on pins and needles in the courtroom.

"Do high school students at this age have a problem with their heads?"

Mori still looked at the other side, and said to his companion next to him, "It's either that you are incorruptible and shameless, and you lack the basic common sense to integrate public order and good customs, or you have too many delusions and like to implicate completely unrelated things, and the future of Japan is probably really hopeless." ”

“……”

Hikaru Takikawa didn't know if she was laughing at those court lovers or laughing at herself, so she smiled copatively and didn't speak.

She glanced back, and Morimi suddenly sat up straighter.

"The girl in the innermost row on the right, isn't she in a bad state?"

Hikaru Takikawa turned his head to look over again, looked at it a few times, and got up directly and walked out of the parasol.

Since she had passed, Morimi continued to sit, watched her go over and ask about the girl, and then helped her directly to this side.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh......-huh," the girl replied, sat down under the parasol, and wiped the frightening amount of sweat from her forehead.

"Don't get heat stroke." Morimi reminded, "You can't get the sun here, so let's go to a really cool place and stay." ”

Hikaru Takikawa also suggested this, and the girl looked at the moot court over there, hesitated, but agreed.

Watching her walk towards the exit of the playground, Morimi looked at the moot court again and asked, "When will their simulation end?" ”

Takigawa raised his bare hand, "When that person was sentenced to death." ”

“……”

Morimi was dumbfounded.

She wanted to say that instead of continuing to dry here, it was better to do it immediately, and just as she was about to speak, she suddenly caught a glimpse of several people coming in with a plastic storage box at the entrance of the playground.

"The second stall is here."

Before the two could react, Naruse, who was closer, had already gotten up and went over to help carry it.

Carrying the box to the registration place, asking for the name of the class, he asked them to open the box again, confirmed the number of items inside, and then drew a number plate from one of the two cardboard boxes in front of him.

"Thirty-six."

Handing out the number plate, Naruse turned around and pointed to the venue that had been set up behind, "The third row, the sixth booth, the numbers are all posted on the parasols, and they are easy to find." ”

"Oh, okay."

Under another parasol next to it, two members of the student council also came to help carry things.

And after moving things over, setting up the stalls is their own business.

Naruse looked back for a moment, then at the time again.

After the morning roll call, he came over and set up the venue with the student council.

At this time, it was just after ten o'clock, and according to the agreement at the notice a few days ago, the stall owners participating in the flea market also came over one after another with their things.

He was looking at the school radio when the school radio sounded.

"The flea market organized by the Department of Restoration of All Things has now entered the stage of stall owners. Students who have successfully registered are requested to bring their stall items to the venue as soon as possible for decoration. ”

After the first broadcast, Morimi and Hikaru Takikawa also returned to his side under the parasol.

"Announcing such a notice, I'm going to get busy soon."

"It's just signing in and selecting the booth number, so it's not busy." Naruse gestured with his gaze to the several student union volunteers under the tent next to him, "All the manual work is handed over to them." ”

He glanced at the moot court not far away again, "That girl just now, can't you get the sun?" ”

Both of them laughed, and Morimi said, "I'm about to get heat stroke." ”

"I don't know if she feels the majesty of the law......"

"Don't talk about it." She sat down next to him, "Everybody is here, ready to work." ”

Naruse looked at the entrance of the playground, and several figures carrying things were walking towards this side.

In a few moments, they stopped in front of him.

Naruse looked at a senior standing at the front, and still had some impression of the face, "Name and class." ”

"Class B of the third year, Hiroki Maeda."

He looked for a look on the form, ticked a box, and then looked at the things he had brought in, which was not much, so he felt in the cardboard box on the left and took out a number plate.

"Seven." He pointed behind him, "Just go ahead." ”

Next to him, Morimi also beckoned the two girls who came together to come forward to register, and quickly selected the booth.

"Nineteenth, the second row goes to the end."

"Ah, okay."

Takikawa Mitsuno and the people from the student council helped carry the things, and the group of people who had just come over quickly finished handling it.

"Where did the starfish go?" Morimi suddenly noticed that he hadn't seen a starfish for a long time.

"I asked her to do something." Naruse said.

"What's the matter?"

"Let her pretend that she is coming here for the first time, set off from the school gate, and see if she can be guided all the way to this side by the signs on the road."

Morimi smiled, "It should be no problem, the student union attaches so much importance to it, so that it will not make mistakes in important guidance." ”

"I hope so."

As the two were talking, a pickup truck stopped at the entrance to the playground.

Naruse glanced at it from a distance, and the girl who got out of the car was a little familiar, probably the stall owner who signed up, so he reminded the people from the student council to go over and help carry it.

And the other party also prepared a small cart, moved it down from the back of the truck, and came over with a cart full of potted plants.

After signing in and drawing the booth number, she pushed the cart twice before carrying all the potted plants.

Morimi kept looking back, "Can you really sell it, don't toss it like this, those flowers and plants can't stand it first." ”

"Ishino-san should have experience in taking care." Naruse said, looking at the pickup truck outside the playground as it prepared to leave, "What about the car that says 'Ishino Flower Shop'...... Do you guys have any impressions? ”

"Nope. But if you go to that store and buy a bouquet of flowers for me, I will have an impression. ”

He smiled and quickly agreed, "If you have the chance." ”

Hikaru Takikawa looked at the two of them and didn't say anything.

Morimi turned his head to look at her, "Do you want Hikari too?" ”

“…… I'm casual. ”

She looked at Naruse, "Hikari wants it too." ”

"It's going to happen."

He answered, glanced at Hikaru Takikawa, and then looked at the entrance of the playground.

The pervasive and two-time circular announcement in the school reminded most of the stall owners who had been prepared for a long time that they were carrying their things and coming towards the playground.

When there are too many people, it will inevitably be chaotic, but fortunately, the volunteers sent by the student union to maintain order also came here after the broadcast of the broadcast, and at this time they went over to guide them and let them line up in two columns.

Naruse and Morimi dealt with each other, everything had already been arranged, and it was carried out in an orderly manner at this time, and it was very efficient.

"Eleven."

"Twenty-seventh."

"Four."

After completing the sign-in and registration, the stall owners who got the number plates went to find their own booths and arranged them in full swing.

Each stall is provided with a parasol and a basic platform for placing things, and the rest is left to the stall owner.

The queue grew, and Naruse barely had time to stop.

He looked down at the name on the form, ticked it on the back, and another person stepped forward, without raising his head, "Class name." ”

"Eh, Class C of the second year...... It's me. ”

Naruse glanced up, and the starfish was watching him outside.

"What's your queue...... Come on in. ”

She walked around the table and stood inside, just as she was about to report to work, he was already looking at the team in front of her.

"Next."

“……”

Starfish pursed his lips and swallowed his words, knowing that he was busy right now.

The line connecting the entrance to the playground and this side of the field keeps getting longer, and at a certain point, it slowly shortens again.

From not being able to see the end of the line, to a dozen or so people left, to only a few people left, the morning time slowly passed.

After working for more than an hour, putting a tick after the last name on the form, Naruse let out a long breath.

"This is your number plate, number three. The flea market has half an hour to open, so be ready as soon as possible. ”

(End of chapter)