Ome Quartet of Snow Country

Chapter 568 The Poet by the Window

Saturday is the last day of the Tsudaka Culture Festival, and it is also the busiest and busiest time of the weekend.

However, during the roll call in the morning assembly, no one from outside the school came in yet, so the school was relatively quiet.

"Narase—"

"here."

Naruse waved his hand, and after the teacher noticed him, he continued chatting with his companions.

"I'm completely fine today. I can just take a walk."

"If there are many people, we will be very busy here..."

"I'll come to see Naoko."

"Uh-huh."

The roll call was over and when a few people were about to leave, a school girl with a green tie hurried over.

"Naruse-senpai!"

Several people stopped, and Naruse looked at each other. Before he spoke, he noticed four eyes gradually converging on his face.

"..."

He pursed his lower lip, still somewhat impressed by the face, "From the student union?"

"Yes." The school girl nodded, "The president has something to discuss with Naruse-senpai."

Did the student council president come to him for something?

Naruse was slightly surprised, then nodded, "I understand. Is it in the student union room?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll go there later."

The school girl completed her task and left first. Shangzi and others heard her words, and he didn't need to explain anything.

"There seems to be something else going on."

"It shouldn't be any trouble," Shangzi asked.

"If it's something troublesome, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it."

She smiled and said, "That's not good either..."

Several people left the gymnasium together, Naoko went to the club room, and Naruse separated from the remaining three people and went to the student union room alone.

"Senior Yoshioka, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"

"Naruse-san is here."

The two of them were already very familiar with each other, so Fumiko Yoshioka got straight to the point: "At the news agency, I hope the student union can provide a report summarizing yesterday's flea market activities. I think there is no more suitable person than Naruse, the organizer. ”

Naruse was stunned for a moment, then asked, "When do you want it?"

"Today or next Monday." said the student council president. "Today is the best."

"I understand. I will bring the manuscript over before noon."

"Send it directly to the News Department. I believe Naruse-san's article will not disappoint."

"it is good."

After leaving the student union, Naruse thought for a while and went upstairs to the classroom of Grade [-] Class A.

The roll call meeting is over, and the people in Class A who are responsible for running the fried noodle shop have also returned.

"Welcome~ You want to sit in the most expensive seat and have the most expensive set meal, right?"

"Stop making trouble..." He squeezed through the two boys looking for customers. At this time, there was not a single customer in Class A's fried noodle shop.

After finding his locker, taking out pen and paper, Naruse found a seat by the window and sat down.

A girl from Class A who was acting as a store clerk came over and said, "Guest, if you sit down without ordering anything, we will be in trouble."

Naruse looked up and said, "There's no business now anyway."

"Then why don't Naruse take care of you!"

"It's really troublesome...have a glass of water."

"..."

When the girl came over with another glass of water, she stood next to him for a while and asked, "What is Naruse writing?"

"Flea market...a little work thing."

She thought for a moment and didn't ask in detail, "How long will it take to write?"

Naruse thought for a moment and said, "It will take at least an hour."

Now that he has this opportunity, he also wants to carefully review and summarize the entire process of organizing this flea market, and draw a perfect ending before the cultural festival comes to a complete end.

"An hour..."

Naruse looked up, "What's the matter?"

"No." She put down the water glass and smiled at him, "Naruse, sit down and write slowly. No one will disturb you."

"it is good."

After thinking about the structure, Naruse organized the beginning of the article in his mind.After staring out the window for a while, he looked away and found a boy from Class A holding a poster-sized piece of white paper and pasting it outside the classroom.

He didn't care, turned the pen in his hand, lowered his head and started writing.

Five or six minutes later, two girls walked into Class A's fried noodle shop.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught them looking at him a few times, but Naruse ignored it and continued to write about a certain difficulty encountered in organizing the flea market - he had read many articles of this type and threw out the question at the beginning. A seemingly troublesome question can increase readability a lot.

The classroom was very quiet, and the two girls who had just entered were talking softly after finding a place to sit down.

After a while, another girl came in.

In less than 5 minutes, Class A's fried noodle shop once again welcomed several new customers, all of whom were girls.Perhaps because he was the only boy in the classroom besides the clerk, everyone would look at him a few times after coming in, then sit down quietly and order in a low voice.

Naruse was focused on his article, but he was not unaware of the outside world. It was just that he was also a customer of the chow mein shop and did not need to respond to anyone.

At this time, people from outside the school were slowly coming in. Most of the girls in the classroom were wearing uniforms from other schools.

It's so quiet...

Naruse turned his head and glanced at the female guests in the classroom, and all of them looked away.

"..."

It's better to be quiet, otherwise he won't be able to stay while he's writing. Although I feel sorry for the classmates in the class, it's just because he thinks there won't be any business here in the morning that he stays here. of.

Naruse lowered his head and continued writing, and the eyes in the classroom slowly focused on him again.

After a while, a new female guest came in.

After half an hour of this, most of the seats in the classroom were occupied, but the seats in front of and behind Naruse remained empty.

"..."

Walking outside the classroom of Class A of the second year, Hikaru Takigawa stopped and looked at the posters on the wall.

[The melancholy beautiful boy, the poet by the window, stays here.

A stunning view unique to the second-year Class A chow mein shop...please order and enjoy it quietly. 】

She glanced inside, and there was nothing unexpected about the face of the "poet by the window" and the "melancholy beautiful boy".

Takigawa Hikaru hesitated for a moment, but went in anyway.

"Welcome...ah, Takigawa."

The boy who came up to her immediately told her to keep it a secret and not to tell Naruse anything.

She smiled and looked at the fried noodle shop with few seats left, "There are already a lot of people in the shop."

"Of course the more the better."

"It's too much to sit down."

"Well, it's okay... some people can hardly sit still."

As they were talking here, a girl in one of the seats suddenly stood up, put a note on Naruse's table, and then hurried out.

"..."

Naruse held the note and turned to look in the direction she left, and then saw Hikari Takigawa.

He waved his hand and she passed over.

"Keep it a secret, keep it a secret!" the boy was still saying in a low voice.

"understood."

Takigawa went over without looking back and sat down opposite Naruse, and most of the girls immediately let out an "ah" sound.

"Inexplicable..." He put down the note in his hand and showed it to her again.

[Looking at You, I thought of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems.I'm sure you know which poem it is. 】

At the bottom is a list of contact information.

Takigawa Hikaru glanced at it, a little curious, "Which poem?"

Naruse rolled his eyes, "Tagore wrote so many poems, it's strange that I know about them."

She smiled and said nothing more, "What is Chunhai writing?"

"A summary of the flea market, the news agency wants it."

She tilted her head and looked, and it was indeed the case.

"Then can Chunhai write poetry?"

"Huh? No."

"Really not?"

"Well, I haven't written it, and I'm not interested."

Takigawa Hikaru smiled and raised his hand to call the clerk just now.

"A glass of water." She glanced outside again, "Also, please change the posters outside."

"..."

He looked at Naruse and nodded.

"What poster?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Naruse glanced at her, didn't ask any more questions, lowered his head and continued writing.

The water was delivered quickly. Takigawa Hikari looked at the door, and the poster inviting customers had also been torn down.

The customers in the store got up and left one after another. By the time Naruse stopped writing again, they had almost finished leaving.

"Has it been written?" Hikari Takigawa asked.

"Absolutely." Naruse nodded, turned back to the front, read it from beginning to end, and modified a few words.

"let me see."

"Ah."

She asked for the notebook, and Naruse looked at the chow mein shop where there were only one or two people left, "How come there are so many people, and the business has gotten worse."

"Because I'm here." said the girlfriend opposite.

(End of this chapter)