"Welcome."

The handsome teenager smiled very naturally, and the two adult women who came to settle the bill, with a faint flush on their cheeks, pushed each other and finally decided to settle the bill together.

One is Shunji Iwai's "Love Letter", and the other is a Major League Baseball magazine with Shohei Ohtani on the cover.

The hobbies of the two of them are really extreme.

He thought.

Collect money, make change, bag it, and give it a smile.

"Welcome to the next time."

Because of his good hearing, after the two pushed the door out, the teenager heard words such as "so handsome", "still a high school student", "want to invade him", and then it was the unique suppressed laughter of adult women when they talked about pornographic jokes.

I see, even if we have different hobbies, human beings can still find like-minded partners.

On the weekend of early autumn, the handsome boy in Meguro Ward learned a little knowledge of life that cannot be taught in textbooks.

Seeing off the guests, the young man in the dark green work apron sat back in his chair, and he was the only one in this small bookstore.

Working in a bookstore is generally an idle job, if it is a rainy day, it is so idle that people think that time has been stopped, no one will go out to buy books at all, often sit for three or two hours, and it will be time to get off work in a daze.

Today's weather was exceptionally sunny, and Jingu Terakitsuki finished cleaning the bookcase and rearranged the books that had been out of order, and then returned to the cash register and silently read the books.

Of course, this behavior is by no means lazy, reading books when there are no customers, with the permission of the store manager.

But if you're playing mobile games or watching dramas, that's a different story.

Jingu Terakitsuki quietly flipped through the books in his hand, he still couldn't imagine what it was like for someone to to the canal photos, and immediately felt that Watanabe was a little nervous, thinking that he must look down on the death squad in his heart.

The bell at the door made a sound, someone pushed the door in, and Jingu Teratsuki closed the book and said "Welcome" as usual.

Walking in was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, wearing a white dress with lace and a sleeveless denim vest, giving the first impression of cool and fashionable overall.

However, Jingu Teratsuki did not show a business-style smile.

"Hello, I'm looking for a book."

“………”

"Hello? Can you hear me? The girl stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the boy in a cute way.

It can't be said that she is pretending to be cute, maybe she doesn't mean it, but in the eyes of Jingu Siyue, her actions are really a bit of a showmanship in it.

Especially the cunning revealed in her eyes and the pair of abundant mountain ranges, which really overwhelmed Jingu Siyue.

The boy sighed violently, hung his head, and let out a helpless sound.

"How the hell did you find this place?"

"Huh? The first reaction was this? ”

"I don't know what you're expecting."

"With your temperament, on such a boring weekend, can't meeting a beautiful girl arouse your interest? At the very least, look me in the eye. ”

"What can you do like that?" Jingu Teratsuki sat back in his chair and picked up the book again to read.

Seeing that the young man didn't care about himself, Hoshino Mori Seino's face still had a smiling expression, and his eyes turned smartly, looking at the store.

"Hey, Jinguji-san, there's Haruki Murakami here?"

Jingu Teratsuki raised his eyes to look at her, mimicking her gestures that day, and slightly raised the book in his hand to let her see the title.

"From left to right, count the fifth row of bookshelves, four to seven floors."

Hoshino Mori nodded, stopped talking, and walked into the depths of the store, pacing back and forth between the bookshelves, making the sound of happy footsteps.

Three minutes passed.

A girl's pleasant voice came from the depths of the bookshelf: "I didn't expect Jinguji-san-san to be such a meticulous person who reads books, I don't hate it." ”

When Jingu Siyue heard this, she realized something, and finally turned the page of the book in her hand, making a sound of paper rubbing, which attracted the girl's light laughter.

Pretending to flip through the pages, the words were not read, but the pages were turning faster and faster.

"Jinguji-san, why did you start to look at it and get up in ten lines?"

"Smack".

Jingu Teratsuki closed the book, exhaled slowly, and put the novel aside.

Obviously, now is not the time to read a book.

Originally, Jingu Terakitsuki shouldn't have read a book when there were guests, but if that was the case, his attention would definitely be focused on Hoshino Mori Seino, and he felt that it was not good.

And the reason for his thoughts is nothing more than a weak heart.

Seeing that Jinguji Yue was silent for a long time, Hoshino Mori Seino poked his head out from behind the bookshelf and hid his body behind it, his long azure hair hanging down like silk, fitting the bookshelf.

"Jinguji-san, aren't you lazy?"

"I'm not lazy."

"You're reading."

"It's to check the goods for damage and stains."

Hoshino Mori laughed when he heard this, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the cash register.

"Hey, Jinguji-san, do you want to guess how I found out where you work?"

The boy gave her a faint look.

"Hasebe-sensei."

Hoshino Mori Seino's eyes widened slightly, and he said in surprise, "I thought you would have to think for at least ten minutes." ”

"I'm not stupid enough to be that right."

"But then I can't appreciate your troubled appearance, sorry."

Why is her weekend so idle? Didn't you often attend various tutorial classes in the past?

Hoshino Mori Hoshino hooked the corners of his mouth shallowly, and smiled: "Jinguji-san, are you wondering why I don't go to dance or paint on weekends?" ”

Jingu Siyue was stunned for a moment, her expression remained unchanged, and she found traces of temptation in her eyes, and pretended to be calm: "It turns out that the president is still dancing and painting, which is indeed very consistent with the impression." ”

"You don't know?"

"I should know?"

After staring at each other for a long time, Hoshino Mori turned around lightly, just to prevent Jingu Terazuki from seeing the clue from her expression, and walked to the depths of the bookshelf again, as if the previous conversation was all the imagination of a teenager.

"Hey, Jinguji-san, help me get "Let's Listen to the Wind", I'm out of reach."

"There's a bench underneath."

"My heels are a little high, I'm scared."

In this way, Jingu Terakitsuki had no choice but to stand up and walk towards Hoshino Mori Xingno.

The bell at the door of the bookstore rang out again, and before anyone was seen, the cheerful sound was like gas, quickly filling the small bookstore.

"Month! I've come to see you, are you working hard? ”

Sakura Koji Sakura, dressed in private clothes, appeared in the store with a smile.

When her gaze swept to the corner of the bookstore, the azure girl over there was deliberately standing on tiptoe and stretching her arms to prove that she really couldn't reach the top of the bookshelf.

The smile on Sakurakoji Sakura's face couldn't be said to be gone, as if it was fixed on her face, and she turned her head to look at Jingu Teratsuki with a smile.

She was silent.

There is only silence.