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“Thank you.”

“Thank you!”

The short drama training came to an end, and the six people took their luggage and left the already colorful campus.

Asuka Mai walked at the back, staring at Watanabe Toru, who was discussing with Kujo Miki about what to eat tonight.

Perhaps because of the approaching typhoon, the setting sun was very brilliant, and Watanabe Toru’s side face was stained with a faint halo.

“Watanabe-kun, Watanabe-kun, how about going to eat lamb today?” Ichiki Aoi beside him was full of saliva suggested.

Watanabe Toru turned around: “No, I repeat that. The goal of our Human Observation Department is to eat Tokyo gourmet food.”

“I don’t remember when this goal was set.”

“As a Vice-section Head, I think it is reasonable and reasonable to set a short-term goal for the community.”

“As a minister, I think it is unreasonable and unreasonable.”

“Then what are my Vice-section Head rights?”

“Listen to me.”

“Also listen to me.”

“Consultant teacher, do you care about them?”

“Students are autonomous.”

Let me talk to Kiyano Rin first, and then Kujo Miki joins in three or two sentences; sometimes the order is reversed, first chat with Kujo Miki, then Kiyano Rin joins.

From time to time, in the name of asking for help, Koizumi Qingnai was pulled in.

This is the daily routine of the past few days.

Mai Mai has been watching Watanabe Toru.

“Senior Sister, look, the trees are full!” Ichiki Aoi suddenly shouted.

She looked towards the huge oak tree, and the lush green branches and leaves were covered with ribbons.

After only watching for a second, she withdrew her gaze and continued to look at Watanabe Toru, who was looking at the oak tree.

“Let me see,” he said with his neck up, “the propaganda of the tea ceremony department, the propaganda of the sword dao department, and the propaganda of our class.”

“It also says’Watanabe-kun Fried Rice.’ Don’t let anyone down the school girls.” Kiyano Rin sarcastically said.

“Do you look down upon the graduates of Yuanyue Academy?”

“You lied and made up to be more truthful,” Kujo Miki said casually, “I said that Yuanyue Academy is a high school, how could you be a graduate?”

“I said middle school section.”

Unlike others, for Mai Asahi, since childhood, other people’s voices always sound unrealistic.

She exists in this World and is separated from this World by a layer, just like staying in a transparent glass bottle.

Father and the young female subordinates of the company are good friends. Seeing mother sad, she knows that she should go up to comfort her, but she can’t understand mother’s feelings at all.

My parents were about to divorce and asked her who she wanted to follow. She looked at them and said: mother.

At that time, mother hugged her tightly, and said a lot as if grasping all hope, her face was expressionless when she was hugged.

The reason she chose mother was just because father did something wrong and didn’t sympathize with mother, let alone love mother more.

Family affection is so thin that it can only occasionally stain the outer wall of the glass bottle, and it will soon be washed away by the rain of time.

Nothing can enter the glass bottle.

Mai Mai stayed inside, the vessel like her heart, nothing but an empty shell.

Father cleaned up and left. She and mother sold the house in Setagaya Ward and moved to Yotsuya.

The two of her and mother began to live their lives without becoming closer and seldom talked.

Not long after, the mother suddenly became happy. She didn’t ask why, until the mother said she wanted to remarry and asked her if she had any opinions.

There will be no comments, anything is fine.

So, she had a new father, mother had a new husband, and soon, their common child was born.

The mother who used to talk to her occasionally turned her attention to the younger sister. She lives in this family like an outsider, like the potted plant on the edge of the balcony corner.

She was neither disappointed nor happy.

Her parents told her to go out to eat and play together, and she went too.

The parents kept her from taking her younger sister out to eat or play, so she stayed at home alone to watch TV and read books.

The two are the same thing to her, there is no difference.

Mai Asuna who doesn’t hold on to anyone.

So lonely and not lonely, strong and weak, but in fact, how good I lived for 17 years, until May 28th last year.

It was a sunny day after two consecutive rainy days.

At noon, she often invites her Hanada Chaozi in peacetime to have lunch on the overhead corridor on the fifth floor.

There are musical instruments and music stand beside me, ready to practice after eating.

Watanabe Toru came from the teaching building and was about to pass through here to the society building.

She didn’t notice, it was Hanada Asako who stood up suddenly and made her notice the arrival of Watanabe Toru.

By the standard of an ordinary person, Watanabe Toru is a very handsome boy.

As for appearance, no, for people, for everything, Mai Mai is not interested in anything, and is about to lower her head to continue eating.

“Hanatian Senior Sister, good noon.” The boy greeted with a smile.

When she was about to bow her head, she suddenly stopped, it was a fascinating smile.

‘It’s a good smile. She couldn’t help thinking.

The glass bottle sank into a colorful dyeing vat, leaving only the mouth of the bottle outside.

At the next moment, Watanabe Toru seemed to realize something and quickly put away his smile.

I don’t know why, it seems that I felt something, the glass bottle sank in, and the dazzling colors poured in from the mouth of the bottle all at once.

No, it’s not a dye vat.

It was placed on the balcony, the sun shone, and the light warmed the body of the glass bottle, and it reflected rainbow-like colors on the inner wall.

It should be such a warm, clean and bright feeling!

Since then, this World is no longer indifferent.

She who doesn’t report her attachment to others, has the happiness she wants to have, wants to know this boy, wants to absorb all the colors of his soul, and fill the empty shell named “Mai Ri”.

The voices of other people, across the glass, are only Watanabe Toru’s voice, like whispering to the mouth of a bottle, every word, every breath, moistens her heart like a mist.

Want to be with him.

Asuna Mai wants to be with Watanabe Toru.

Slowly test, fiercely attack.

Before the school trip, she was standing in front of the tram on the tram going home on the day when he misunderstood that he wanted to confess to himself.

The glass showed her plain face. She looked at this face and imagined a school trip in her heart.

That was the first time she fantasized about the future.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head on the tram door, her plain face raised a faint smile.

She gently played with a strand of long hair falling from her ear.

But this is not the case.

Watanabe Toru rejected her, saying that he was a villain for money, pinched her neck with both hands, and said that he would kill her.

Mai Mai quietly closed her eyes, and for the first time felt no one to rely on, loneliness and loneliness.

She didn’t blame Watanabe Toru, and she didn’t care what kind of person Watanabe Toru was.

At that time, she was still attached to the warmth of Watanabe Toru’s hands that pinched her neck.

I remember here, supper is over.

Asuna Mai can’t remember what she ate, but someone seemed to have spoken to her, and she forgot how she answered, probably just “um”.

The only thing I remember is when everyone clinked glasses, she and Watanabe Toru’s cups met.

This is the happiest thing of the day, except for Watanabe Toru wearing hand sleeves to her.

Parting in the elevator, leaving Watanabe Toru, she really entered the night.

In the return to house room, the decoration inside is very warm, and the things Watanabe Toru bought for her are not less or more.

Putting the luggage aside, putting the roses of the past two days on the table together with the script, she sat on the sofa with her knees to rest.

According to the book, she loves Watanabe Toru, but she can’t tell if it is love.

Don’t care how bad he is to himself, just stay with himself;

Don’t care how many girlfriends he has, as long as he is with himself;

To love someone, is it to the extent that only by being with him can the soul be comforted?

From the book, from the TV, it seems that love is not like this.

Asuna Mai hugged her knees and stared at the champagne-colored roses on the table for a long time. She was not happy when she received the flowers from him. Is this a sign of love?

But looking at him, I feel happy naturally.

Even and long breathing;

Slender and powerful legs;

Rare but impressive laughter every time, light or heavy;

Inattentively, I can’t tell which sentence is true and which sentence is false;

Not light or heavy, every step is very steady footsteps;

Dry, and occasionally a messy but very stylish hair.

To like every part of him, to like everything about him, he has to.

Asuna Mai kept her knees bent and collapsed on the sofa.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have relatives, you don’t care about your relatives, and it doesn’t matter if your relatives don’t care about;

If you don’t have friends, you don’t care about friends, and it’s okay to be left out by your friends;

Watanabe Toru, is special to her, is everything to her.

She, Mai Mai, is a person who has nothing and wants nothing but Watanabe Toru.

“Tru…”

As long as you close your eyes, every word Watanabe Toru says to her, every time you hold yourself tightly, will appear deep in one’s heart.

Relying on the aftertaste, I spent all the time without Watanabe Toru by my side.

That’s good, she is already very satisfied.

◇

Watanabe Toru had dinner and went up to the sixth floor.

Opening the door, there was a warm light in the room, but I didn’t see the silhouette of Mai Tomorrow.

“Senior Sister?” He changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

Asuka Mai curled up on the sofa and fell asleep peacefully.

Watanabe Toru stepped lightly, walked to the sofa, and quietly looked at her sleeping face.

Asuna Mai’s sleeping face is rare. When the two are together, he is awake, she must be awake.

delicate and pretty Juanli face, thin and soft lips, plus the long hair slipping from her shoulders, make her look weak.

Watanabe Toru simply sit cross-legged on the floor, with his elbows on his knees and his palms on his chin, watching her quietly.

The weather was still sultry, and she fell asleep, sweating on her forehead, her bangs sticking to it, showing an uncomfortable expression.

Watanabe Toru turned his head and glanced at the table, gently drew the script from under the roses, and gently fanned her.

Although faint, the cool and continuous wind puts Mai Tomorrow into a deep sleep.

“Yeah~” made a small nasal sound, Mai Mai’s long eyelashes trembled, and eyes slowly opened.

“Wake up?” Watanabe Toru said in a low voice with a smile.

“Toru?” Mai Mai sat up, “When did you come?”

“Not long, half an hour.” Watanabe Toru said without looking at his watch.

“Why don’t you wake me up?”

“Why do you want to wake you up? Is something wrong?”

“I want to stay with Toru for a while. Sleeping is a waste.” Mai slid out of the bed and sat on Watanabe Toru’s lap, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Looking at Mai Asuna who said these things in a plain tone, Watanabe Toru’s heart was full of various emotions.

These emotions are intertwined and converge into a firm belief:

must give Mai a happy future.

Watanabe Toru let go of the script, opened his arms, and put his arms around Mai Mai’s waist.

“The time is still long, we have many, many, half an hour, and for me, watching Senior Sister sleep is a kind of enjoyment, and occasionally makes me be selfish with you.”

“en. “Mai Asuna stared at Watanabe Toru.

The two kissed together, a short kiss.

“It’s so warm.” Mai Mai murmured how she felt about the kiss.

“It’s so warm.” Watanabe Toru kissed it again.

The two held each other tightly, entwined like silk, regardless of each other.

If you want to untie the thread, you can only cut it directly.

◇

On Monday, the 57th Cultural Festival of Kamikawa.

“Watching TV this morning, I said that a typhoon seems to be coming.”

“Isn’t it? Must this time?”

“But it seems to be no problem today. I will land in the evening. I hope it will pass overnight.”

“What about the stall outside?”

“Take it away when school is over, can it be done tomorrow, and whether the typhoon has gone, or the school means.”

The classmates who came earlier than usual talked about the typhoon while preparing to open a store.

“Our drama is 2nd day. What if the typhoon comes and the performance can’t be done? It’s rare to rehearse for that long.” Ichiki Aoi said worriedly at the blackboard.

“Do what you should and can do, and you don’t need to take seriously.” Kiyano Rin wrote slogans and menus on the blackboard.

Kujo Miki draws pictures of dishes on the blackboard.

This is the whole content of the two Eldest Miss participating in the class activities.

At this time, the fourth class of the second year has been arranged as a restaurant-leaning against the atrium window, and using the table to form a recess.

Guests enter the door, order food at the podium, and then sit in the numbered seats.

The students on the podium will send the menu and the number ordered by the guests to the cooking area.

When the chef is ready, the boys and girls serving as waiters-dressed in maid costumes, put the dishes on the table.

The drink is barley tea bought in the supermarket, sold separately in bottles, and charged at 50 yen per cup.

Five of the first round rotating chefs, as well as three helpers, are already in place in the cooking area.

“Watanabe-kun, just tell me what ingredients you need~”

“Thank you Mu Village.”

“Are you ready? Let the guests in!” shouted the classmate who was in charge of receiving guests at the door.

“It’s okay!” The female squad leader also replied by shouting.

Most of the first guests were girls, only a few boys.

“Excuse me, what do I need? There is a menu on the blackboard~” said Ichiki Aoi, the cashier in charge, “By the way, Watanabe-kun is in charge of fried rice~”

“What is this black one?”

“Soy Sauce Fried Rice~”

“Soy sauce? Hmmm—fried rice with mushrooms.”

“Okay, a serving of fried rice with mushrooms, what do I need to drink? Direct drinking water is free, a cup of wheat tea is 50 yen~”

“Barley tea.”

“In order for everyone to try all kinds of delicious dishes, the amount of fried rice is very small, do I need another portion of fried noodles or sausage?”

“No, I just want to eat Watanabe-kun’s fried rice!”

“Okay!”

Another student handed the list to the helper, who sent it to Watanabe Toru.

Watanabe Toru picked up the egg and opened it with one hand.

Saute the egg yolks in the pot, put sausage and corn kernels, rice and mushrooms into the pot.

Continue to stir fry, until the steam comes out of the pot, the rice is beating in the pot, and the toned soy sauce is poured in.

In the end, the fire was changed, and the fried rice and the ingredients were sharply divided, and they were tilted down like a waterfall in the sky.

“Wow! Watanabe-san is so handsome~~” The female staff of the class, and the female guests who came to the door, took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Finally, sprinkle with chopped green onions, turn the table after smelling the scent

“The hospitality is not good!” Watanabe Toru’s bright and beautiful mushroom fried rice with golden eggs and rice and green onions embellished.

The cultural festival has begun.