At the end of the kendo club practice, it was already dusk, the orange sunset sun sprinkled on the gradually deserted campus, the students returning home, the swaying shadows of the trees, everything seemed quiet.

And it was in such silence that a familiar call from a girl suddenly sounded, which made Suzuki Mamoru stop.

He turned back, in the direction of the sound.

I don't know when a girl will appear behind him.

The upper body is a women's suit uniform, with a lined white shirt collar exposed at the neckline, a neat red bow tie, a gray pleated skirt underneath, and white calf socks, between the socks and the skirt, revealing a fair skin tone that attracts attention.

Makino's school uniform, long black hair dyed pale blonde in the setting sun, was draped behind him, and a few strands of hair were draped over his shoulders.

She has a wonderful face and a beautiful figure, and under the kiss of the evening sun, it is as beautiful as a dreamy painting.

The girl walks out of the painting.

"Long time no see."

She waved her hand and walked towards him with small steps, her posture was very dignified, and the swaying skirt lifted more beautiful skin.

Mamoru Suzuki stood in place, didn't speak, just followed the girl and moved in front of him.

Stopped, facing the unresponsive Suzuki Mamoru the girl bent her upper body in front of him, tilted her head a little to look at him, and stretched out her white tender hand in front of his eyes.

"What, Suzuki-kun, were you scared to see me?"

"......," Suzuki said, "It's not that I'm scared. ”

"What's that?"

"It should be said that... And so it was? He experimented with words.

"Really?" The girl asked.

"I saw your name on the bulletin board this morning."

"Is this place exposed?" The girl straightened up, thoughtful, and then retorted, "But, maybe it's the same name, right?" ”

"It's not for nothing that this may be... It's just that I think it's more likely to be you. Mamoru Suzuki explained briefly, "And it's just one rank higher than me." ”

He smiled at the Mirishi.

She happened to come to school on Saturday and saw the results of the opening exam, so she asked the teacher for a paper, and it didn't take much time, and after writing it, she deliberately made a few mistakes, and she was third, squeezing Suzuki Mamoru who happened to be third.

"I'm still on top of Suzuki-kun."

“......”

This sentence was a bit strange and complicated Suzuki's eyes. But after a moment, he sighed softly, raised his hand, and greeted her.

"Anyway, it's been a long time, morning fog."

Asaki responded with a smile on his face, "Well, it's been a long time, Suzuki-kun... That's right. ”

As if he had noticed it suddenly, he looked at the strange girl beside Suzuki Mamoru who was so good-looking that he couldn't ignore it.

"Who is this?"

"Tamajo Sanchiyo." Tamajo Michiyo calmly reported his name.

Her eyes briefly made contact with Tamajo Michiyo.

The physiognomy is outstanding, and the distance is not intimate. Just classmates?

After a brief look, Chao Xixi greeted her in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Yucheng-san-can you call it like this?" She pressed her hand to her chest and introduced herself, "When we first met, my name was Asagiri Ushio. ”

"Hmm."

......

The position of the three of them walking out of the campus together was a little delicate.

Mamoru Suzuki walked in the back towards the fog tide, and Tamashiro Michiyo walked in front alone. There were several paces apart, and even because of the pace, the distance was still getting farther and farther.

Yucheng Sanchiyo did not have the habit of deliberately waiting for people, and the pace should be whatever speed it was.

And Mamoru Suzuki in the rear towards the fog tide... Mainly because of the pace towards the fog tide, Mamoru Suzuki had to slow down as well.

Moreover, the girl next to him was very close to him.

The arms are already pressed together, and you can feel the touch of the fabric of the uniform... Such a distance.

Even Mamoru Suzuki walked a little to the side, and the tide of the fog would immediately get closer.

Somewhat bothered, but not very bothered... Mamoru Suzuki let the tide go.

"Why is Suzuki-kun out of school so late?"

Walking in the evening sunset, he looked at the side face of the young man next to him and looked at it carefully. is still fair-skinned, still thin, and still has a bit of a sickly handsomeness that makes people want to protect. From the outside, it wasn't much different from the day he walked out of the room.

"I just moved here, and I've been tidying up at home today, and in the afternoon everything was arranged, so I wanted to come to the school to see Suzuki-kun, but I didn't expect to wait for a long time."

Facing the eyes of the asagi tide and still having a problem, Suzuki Mamoru kept looking at the ponytail of Tamashiro Michiyo swaying with the pace in front of him.

"Because I'm in the kendo club." He said.

"Kendo club?"

"Hmm."

"......" looked at the foggy tide suddenly became incredible, and he couldn't help but lean forward to catch his eyes.

Mamoru Suzuki had to give her a look.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a bit surprising." Chao Shixi straightened up again, his index finger bent against his chin, "I don't think Suzuki-kun is someone who is interested in kendo, right?" After a week of experience in the kendo class, I couldn't help but quit. ”

“......”

Tamaki Michiyo, who had captured the keyword, glanced back, and Mamoru Suzuki sensed the girl's gaze.

Chao Mixi's words seemed to confirm that he had a purpose for the way of the sword... This reminded Mamoru Suzuki of an embarrassing moment not long ago when he had nowhere to run from the kendo club.

He paused, and explained as calmly as possible: "It's normal for people's interests to change over time. ”

"Really?" Asaki noticed the three thousand generations of Tamaki who quickly turned around.

"Hmm."

“......”

“......”

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what the relationship between Suzuki-kun and Tamaki-sao is?" Quicken your pace towards the tide so that the distance between the two sides will not be too far.

Looking at the indifferent back of Tamajo Michiyo, there should be no desire to answer, so this question is naturally left to Suzuki Mamoru.

To talk about his relationship with Tamajo Michiyo... People and cats, cats and people, people and people... The relationship between different identities is still quite complicated...

However, of course, such a question asks about the relationship between people, so Suzuki Mamoru thought briefly for a moment and replied, "Neighbor, besides, Tamaki-san, is the head of the kendo club. ”

"I see..."

Blinking a few times towards the tide of the sun, the eyes of the rays of the setting sun, the slender eyelashes flickered. The already delicate face seems to be radiating light.

Mamoru Suzuki was drawn to his attention, but soon the girl raised her gaze slightly, skipped the topic, and looked at him again.

"That's right, Suzuki-kun."

"Huh?"

Chao Wuxi smiled softly, his eyebrows and eyes moving, "I haven't seen you for a long time, just today, go visit Suzuki-kun's house, right?" It's been a long time since I've seen Aunt Yuko. ”

"Yuko," Mamoru Suzuki repeated, then nodded, "Okay." ”