The courtyard behind the building of the literary society is indeed a very suitable occasion for confession.

The courtyard is decorated with colorful seasonal flowers, and in the middle of the flower beds are rococo flower beds and canopy pavilions decorated with shells and plaster carvings of flowers.

Only some withdrawn guys would go around this far for lunch during the day, like the Asama still water a few months ago.

In the afternoon, the literary and artistic club basically finished at 6 o'clock, and there was no one at 7 o'clock.

It can be said that this is a perfect place for confession that will not be disturbed, and failure will not necessarily be known.

Asama was on the fourth floor of the club building, leaning against the window, looking at the youth scene downstairs with an expressionless face.

Ichijo Masumi, it's really popular.

Tall and tall, with an excellent temperament.

Being able to wear a school uniform as an idol to play a song costume, she is the second Asama has ever seen.

"That...... A classmate, can you give me an answer now?"

One showed a lonely and distressed expression, and sighed:

"I'm sorry, senior, I'm sorry."

Seeing the lover in his dream reject himself so directly, the senior seniors were a little unwilling:

"Can you tell me the reason for the refusal?"

Although I am not opposed to such a struggle, it is really a bit inferior.

You know, most of the reasons for girls are to deal with you.

If it were me, I would have turned around decisively and left a sentence of "Hmph, am I alone after all?" Then he walked away in style.

One hesitated, or thought about it, but still gave a reason:

"I don't know you very well, and suddenly accept something, it's too casual."

Hearing this, the senior's face turned a little pale,

"So why don't we try to get to know each other better? Or do you already have someone you like?"

"It's not because of that, I'm sorry anyway."

"Okay, I see, I'll give up, but I'm still grateful to have you here."

Ending the confession with a bow, the senior retained the last dignified departure.

The awkward atmosphere dissipated, and silence finally returned.

"It's really a boring play."

The weather is a little muggy, Asama feels a little tired, take the □□□ star, put your hands in your pockets, and go home.

Walking out of the club building, he came to the corridor where he met the Immortal River a week ago, and Ichijo Masumi stood in front of him, looking at himself.

I don't know why a person like me, whose sense of existence is as thin as the proportion of ammonia in the air, is always discovered?

I don't provoke you, why do you come to me?

Could it be that Konoe gave a reverse release to a commission that made me fall?

No, this is an impossible task for 900 million girls around the world.

I've been brushing the questions for 10 years, and my heart is as cold as Neptune.

"Just now, you saw it."

"I don't see it."

Asama didn't even glance at it, and made a detour.

A true Cheng frowned, and stopped his hand,

"Why are you looking from above? Is this your plan? ”

"I just happened to bump into you, I don't know you, can you treat me as air?"

"Playing stupid? Or do you want to confess to me, too? ”

Disdainfully, like a crab, Asama takes two steps sideways, wrapping around his arms.

"If you have too much self-awareness, it will be very painful to enter the mental exhaustion."

A true Cheng is also like a basketball player marking horizontally, following two steps at the same frequency,

"If it's just a coincidence, why watch it for so long? Are you here to collect these things and want to orchestrate me? ”

"If looking at the scenery can also be regarded as voyeurism, it can only be said that your persecution paranoia is a bit serious.

There are a total of 7 colors of the moon in the three flower beds in the courtyard, and there are 4 birds carved on the gazebo, and a crow stands on the top of the gazebo for 10 minutes.

Do you understand? ”

"Hmph, in short, you are not allowed to tell others about rejecting Takasugi's predecessors today."

Asama said that he couldn't understand why he didn't want people to know, but he did this kind of thing.

But he still nodded in understanding:

"My mouth is as tight as the screws on the X-SPACE Falcon rocket, and I've only met two fried-haired cats today. Is it okay? ”

I felt that the boy in front of me was not the kind of happy person, and a true clear anger gradually dissipated, and a feeling of embarrassment grew like a spring grass after a rain.

"Thanks... Feed! Listen to the end of the conversation! ”

There is no need to be polite to treat this kind of girl with a troublesome identity, a strange personality, and a beautiful appearance.

Leave.

...

...

...

The more sensitive a person is, the more insecure they are.

I didn't expect a true sum to be such a grumpy existence, environmental reasons?

It's better to see it twice, gentle and quiet.

However, the more peaceful the aura and the gentle-hearted person,

The less you like to interact too closely with others, the more you are afraid of disappointing the other person's expectations, and at the same time, you rarely expect others.

So in general, Futami is indeed a colder person than Konoe.

This kind of girl has the strongest heart and is the most difficult to tame, but once she falls in love, it is very dangerous.

The second sight has a good impression of himself, and thinking too much will only make him feel heavy.

The best way is to find the path of revolution together, and cover this feeling of love with dedication and a sense of mission.

"Asama-kun, I've been waiting for a long time."

Futami walked out of the Chinese restaurant wearing a khaki five-quarter-sleeved shirt and an orange-gray light long skirt and carrying a school bag.

The natural and loose style of dressing makes the air around Ermi lighter.

"It didn't take long."

The two walked towards Shiba Park Station in tacit understanding.

"Asama-kun, is it okay to accompany me for the final review today?"

"Yes."

"The Asama has felt a little bit like before in the past two days, did you encounter something bad?"

"It's fine."

It turns out that his emotions are so good to be read? The cultivation of the Shadow Strength is not enough.

"If you're in trouble, it's better to say it."

"Thank you, maybe it's the weather, I really hope it rains heavily."

The two silently traverse the busy streets, and the beautiful girls in private clothes make the passers-by in a hurry turn back in amazement from time to time.

"Have you ever considered being a model or an idol?"

"Huh? Why did Asama-kun ask that? ”

"A beautiful and temperamental girl, many people will directly associate it with a model or idol."

"It's... Is it? I think it's okay... I'm not good at facing the camera, I don't like to take pictures, so I can't be a model or an idol. ”

"That's right, idols and models have a pretty high content of stupidity."

Asama believes that if you play the piano at the second meeting, you will be awarded the title of beautiful performer, and if you become the president, you will be awarded the title of president of the beautiful society. It's just that being an idol is really condescending.

As the weather suddenly darkened, dark dots appeared on the ground, and raindrops crossed your glasses, the rainy season in Tokyo in June was finally overdue.

Looking at the sky, it is estimated that there will be thunder, and it should not be light rain.

The crowd on the street seems to have been pressed into fast-forward mode, and Asama and Futami also run, and Futami's orange gray skirt turned into a speckled skirt after a while.

I went to the nearest convenience store and bought 2 transparent umbrellas, but the rain outside has started to pour down.

So the two stood under the eaves of the convenience store and waited for the rain.

Asama thought for a moment and sent a text message to Pochi, telling her not to run around when it was raining heavily, and that when she was hungry, she would put the newly made croquettes in the microwave in the morning and eat them.

Futami didn't take out his phone, but was two fists away from Asama, admiring the light and shadow of the rain splashing on the ground.

"I actually like the rain very much, I feel a different kind of tranquility, my breath becomes moist, and my frizzy mood gets wet."

"I also like the rain, the world is so dirty, only the rain can make it a little cleaner."

The second saw "Are you serious" stared at Asama for 2 seconds, and chuckled:

"It turns out that Asama-kun has a talent for telling cold jokes."

Asama looked up at the pitch-black night sky in Tokyo, and the temperature dropped unreasonably, and it was almost 30 degrees during the day, and now it is estimated to be within 20 degrees.

"Actually, I want to tell a hot joke, but unfortunately people are bored, so I cool it down."

Seeing that Nimi was a little cold, I wondered if I would remind her to add the short-sleeved school uniform in her bag, shook my head again, went to the convenience store to buy 2 cups of instant hot coffee, and handed one to Fumi.

The second saw and thanked them, and the two silently entered the time and space to watch the rain quietly.

The sound of rain is really the best white noise in the world.

Asama-kun, your jokes are cold, but you're warm.

When this sentence came to his mouth, he was swallowed by the second sight.

"Asama-kun, you know what? Actually, last week, I was going to die. ”

“.............. Why..."

"Mom and Dad are divorced, and I can't help with Dad's business, I'm like a superfluous burden, involving his energy; I didn't make much progress in my studies, and I spent a lot of money on working to support my family... Also bullied... For two months in a row... Uninterrupted... Bullying..."

“... The person who bullied you is from our school? ”

"Hmm... On the day I was about to die, I was bullied by them again... I want to give up... At that time, I couldn't even feel the pain..."

“... Why don't you tell the teacher? ”

"The father of the person who bullied me was a school manager, and I think the teacher should be useless... Fortunately, Dahui saved me that day, and when I went to thank him, he said that someone else should be thanked..."

“... Did the school director's child, the group of people who bullied you still look for you later? ”

"That group of people changed schools for some reason..."

"Did you find someone else?"

"No, but I'll spend my whole life trying to find him."

Looking at Erjian's eyes staring at him, Dahui, this Erwuzai, won't sell me.

Asama accidentally drank a large sip of hot coffee, almost didn't jump up, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a muffled voice:

"I really need to thank people."

The second sight's eyes are still on himself.

"Asama-kun, thank you. If it weren't for you... I probably didn't have the courage to live like this so quickly.

Helping Fukasawa-san's love affair, watching the LIVE of Immortalgawa-san, making friends with Majima-san, visiting Shiba Park together, looking at the scenery at Shibuya SKY together, reading books together at a café, these... Every second, every frame, is a treasure that helps me keep going. ”

Asama scratched the top of his temple with the index finger of his left hand holding coffee,

"I don't think I did anything, thank you Sakuragi and everyone. Study groups should help each other. ”

"No, if I really want to thank someone, I just want to thank you. Asama-kun. ”

"You don't have to be so polite between friends."

Second Sight, Chance! Sortie!

"Since we're friends, can I call you Jingshui-kun?"

Fuami's smile bloomed like an epiphany, and the brightness seemed to tear apart the dark clouds of Tokyo.

It's like listening to a song when you suddenly receive a message and the music fades down, and the sound of rain becomes very small in Asama's ears.

“... Yes. ”

"Then, Jingshui-kun, you can also call me Yuehai."

“... Okay, see you twice. ”

"Hmm————"

"Okay, Tsukihai-san."

"Hey~"

People are changing under the influence of each other, and positive changes are called growth.

It's been a long time since Asama has shared this calm but happy state of mind with others.

Watching the rain for so long, this kind of thing has hardly been done in my life, and it is as wasteful as being in a daze.

At this time, there is no increase in experience points, no increase in knowledge points, shallow still water or shallow still water, but he is not disgusted with this kind of standing still.

It feels good, don't have a next time.

When the rain was a little lighter, the two set off with umbrellas.

Asama, who is in the 6 o'clock physical mode, accompanied Futami to get on the Mita Line subway at 8:40.

As one of the cleanest and safest lines in the Tokyo Metro, the Mita Line trains are clean and tidy even on rainy days.

There were a lot of people on this bus at night, and Asama once again acted as a messenger to protect the flowers, protecting Futami between his arms.

The two people standing face to face, the distance is getting closer and closer, Asama reminds Futami to hold the railing, and he puts the two schoolbags diagonally on his chest.

Ignoring the water stains on the umbrellas, he stuffed the two of them's umbrellas into his arms and hung them on the handle of his schoolbag.

Futami wanted to lean into Asama's arms, but Asama's actions stopped this impulse.

The car arrived at Mita Station, and the next stop was Shirokane Takanawa, and the second sight that felt that the relationship between the two had broken through became depressed again.

It's the same subway, and I drove so slowly on the way to school, and I drove too fast when Asama sent me home.

When we arrived, the rain became so heavy that it emptied the waters of Tokyo Bay and poured them onto the streets.

The two of them watched the rain for 10 minutes at the entrance of Shirokane Takanawa Station.

For Fumi, this downpour was like a cloudy rain, covering the eyes and permeating the ankles. Because she was in the rain with Asama, she felt that the rain on June 15 had submerged all the rain and all the memories related to the rain in the past.

Perhaps from now on, the rain without the boy beside him will never be like today, like a song.

At 9:05, the two breathed a sigh of relief at the door of their apartment.

Even though I had an umbrella, I still got a lot wet.

The second saw that the outlines of the clothes inside were revealed.

Opening the door, the first thing the two of them did when they entered the room was to find a bath towel to dry their bodies.

Yuichi Futami wasn't at home, and after finding out that his father left a message to him "I won't be back tonight", Tsukikai Futami's heart beat faster.

"Jingshui-kun, take a hot bath, even though it's summer, you'll catch a cold."

"Well, you wash it first. I feel okay. ”

Futami went into the bathroom with a red face.

The two of them didn't eat much at night, so Asama opened the AEG Cross four-door refrigerator at Futami House, looked at the food reserves, and prepared to make a simple dinner.

By the time Futami quickly put on a mask, blow his hair, spray on perfume, and come out of the bathroom in pajamas that were one size smaller, Asama had already finished dinner.

On the table are canned tuna salad, steamed eggs with shrimp, stir-fried luncheon meat with green peppers and onions, and soba noodles with black sesame oil.

"Two... Yuehaisan, you have a lot of canned food. ”

"It's all my father, who said that canned food is nutritious and convenient, so I bought a lot of it and stuffed it into the refrigerator."

"Jingshui-kun, don't you take a shower first and then have dinner? I'll be waiting for you. ”

A 16-year-old boy with 6 points of physical strength can be regarded as a strong blood in any way.

Asama shook his clothes and signaled that they were already seven or eight percent dry, so there was no need to wash them.

The second saw a pity oh, and ate dinner with Asama.

The same place and the same utensils, different food and different people, Futami once again confirmed what Asama meant to himself.

There is a shallow dinner, only then can there be fireworks in the world and the taste of life.

Futami took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Asama leaned back on the sofa and continued to read Hayek's "Road to Serfdom".

[In the long run, we are the creators of our own destiny, and in the short term, we are just captives of the ideas we create]

Baudrillard also said that ideas can only arise when the spirit is abducted and the intellect is deflected provocatively.

Asama's concept of his own life path is both clear and vague. He is also afraid that a certain concept, or obsession, will one day block his low-hanging fruit.

Looking at it this way, Camus, who says that "true generosity for the future is to give everything to the present", is an optimist.

The more you invest in your current and short-term behavior, the greater your remorse.

Futami also writes and draws in the wrong question set against the test paper that Asama corrected for her before.

The clock time pointed to 10:40, and after reviewing a round, Futami stretched his waist, and his stretched posture completely opened up the beautiful figure of the flower girl.

Asama was still reading the book with a strange title.

Futami leaned over, lay on the sofa, leaned out of Asama's back, looked at the pages of the English and Japanese bilingual pages, and asked:

"Jingshui-kun, what kind of story is this book about?"

Asama reacted, is the distance between the two too close?

But wouldn't it be bad for second sight to move away?

"It's not a storybook, and I don't know much about it, I thought it was about freedom at first, but now I feel like it's mainly about the author's distrust of people's morality, self-discipline, and decision-making ability."

Asama fell to the ground, widened the distance between him and Fumimi, and put the book on his face, like a person who was deep in the valley of intellectual despair, and sighed:

"There are too many books that I can't understand, read, or experience in this life."

Feel the sudden distancing of Asama's breath, and look at Asama lying on the ground without defense.

Futami plucked up courage.