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"What?"

The little animal glared at me, then said hello to several other girls, and suddenly dragged me out.

"what?"

"Senior is here just in time. We are a little hungry, so let's go outside to buy some food."

I originally wanted to go back to class upstairs to have a look, but since she said so, I didn't plan to refuse her. She did a lot of work in this cultural festival, so I'll treat her as a reward.

"Let's make an agreement first that I can only buy one for you."

"Eh? Senior, do you want to invite us?"

"Huh? Don't you just want me to invite you?"

She suddenly stood still and stared at me without blinking. I looked down at her and found that the red paint on her face that was dizzy from sweat had not been wiped clean, so I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to her.

"Wipe your face first."

"Um...thank you."

I bought two takoyaki at a stall in the school atrium. Because this guy looked like he really wanted it, he reluctantly paid for her marshmallows.

At her insistence, everyone paid for the takoyaki. Only the marshmallows were my treat, which was barely a reward for her hard work so far.

I found a corner and sat down. Sheep Palace sat next to me without saying a word. It was the same position and the same distance as in the student union room. I seemed to be used to having such a small animal around me.

She was lowering her head and picking the wooden fish flowers on the octopus balls with a bamboo skewer.

"What's wrong? Don't you have an appetite?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Nah."

Yang Gong is a magical girl. I have thought so from the first day I met her. This somewhat biased thought has not changed to this day.

She picked up a meatball, puffed up her cheeks, and blew in. The white mist fled away, hiding its whereabouts in the air.

Like a kitten jumping to fiddle with the fish on the fishing rod, he lifted the octopus ball high, raised his neck and opened his mouth to swallow it in one gulp, then transformed into a little monster that could spray gas, and at the same time said "It's so hot, so hot" A soft cry.

After she swallowed it all, she suddenly looked at me with a proud expression.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Are we cute?"

I hit her on the head to tell her to stop talking nonsense.

Using two bamboo sticks as chopsticks, she picked up all the bonito flowers that looked like sawdust and placed them on top of my takoyaki.

“It’s not good to be picky eaters.”

"If you make soup, you can eat it."

I suddenly said "Oh", then pierced the meatballs with a bamboo skewer, rolled them in a circle, let the sauce on the surface stick to the sawdust she picked for me, and started eating slowly.

"Hey, Sheep Palace."

"what?"

"Let me ask you, who do you want to be in the future?"

"What kind of brainteaser is this?"

“It’s more of a life discussion than a brainteaser.”

"I see."

Does she really understand?

"We're still just kids, so we haven't thought that far ahead yet."

"But, not everyone around me has things like what they want to do, or dreams."

Her big eyes kept blinking and staring at me: "Because everyone has it, so should we have it too?"

I was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"We're only 15 years old. It's incredible that we have planned our life path for ourselves at the age of 15 and strive for this as our creed! We are simply the elite among the elite. Is this how our seniors view us?"

It seems to be the case.

How should I put it? It was obviously a very meaningful topic, but when it came to her, she became confused, as if having a dream was such an inappropriate thing.

"Of course, we are not looking down on those who work hard towards their goals, but this approach does not apply to us.

"We are a 3-minute craze person. We want to learn to play the guitar because we watched the band animation. We want to learn to draw because we read the light novel's harsh illustrations. After that, we want to learn to draw because we read other works. , and generate new ideas.

"But what about that? Do we have to be blamed for this kind of thing?

"Senior, having no dreams is not a shameful thing.

"It would be shameful to know what you want but deliberately ignore it and not do it, and finally deceive yourself as if to comfort yourself."

To be honest, I was shocked by what this guy said. I was not surprised by her tone, but I was surprised that these words came from a 15-year-old girl.

And this girl is still Yang Gongyao.

"Jinguji-san, Yonomiya-san, what a coincidence."

Just as I was about to continue saying something, a girl's voice came to my ears. I looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was Fukada-senpai, the head of the Musical Instruments Department.

I greeted her with Yang Gong, and she smiled and sat down next to us.

"Did I disturb you?"

"No."

Fukada-senpai didn't seem to be in good spirits, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Senbongi-san left with her parents immediately after yesterday's performance.

I don't know what happened to them, and I don't know whether I should mention Senbongi-san's name. I can only carefully pay attention to her words and deeds, and not touch the soft place in her heart.

"This time I really want to thank Jinguji-san and Yonomiya-san."

Apart from "Don't take it to heart", I seemed to be unable to say anything else. Instead, it was Yang Gong who started chatting animatedly with her.

After this incident, Yangmiya-san seems to have developed a wonderful friendship with Fukada-senpai. I don’t quite understand how girls think about this.

As for the incident when she was accidentally pushed down during the meeting, it was a complete accident. Senior Fukada solemnly apologized, and Yang Gong had already forgiven her.

Just talking, I once again witnessed how the girl named Yang Gongyao chatted with others.

"So, senpai, you didn't confess your love until the end? To Senbongi-san."

Senior Fukada's expression was very exciting. She probably didn't expect this guy to speak so bluntly, but this is Yang Gongyao's temperament. He didn't have any thoughts of making fun of or being yin and yang in his heart. He just wanted to ask. ask.

However, Fukada-senpai gave us an answer that shocked both of us.

This answer made Yang Gong and I freeze in place. After a long time, I squeezed out a congratulations from my mouth.

I don’t know if this can be considered something to be congratulated on.

They are both girls, senior year and freshman in high school, living in Tokyo and Hokkaido.

Love will ferment after parting, and the story always begins after it ends.

This should be a very difficult relationship, probably a sadness that I will never be able to experience. Maybe this relationship will end with the end of their adolescence.

But at this moment, I only stay away from others to gain inner peace, but I want to cheer for them from the bottom of my heart.

I looked at Yang Gong's face, and her expression seemed to be thinking the same thing as me.

Fukada-senpai seems to be here just to tell us about this.

At this time, I looked at the exhaustion and tiredness on her cheeks, and couldn't help but recall the night of the first day of our relationship with Saakura three years ago. We listened to the voices on the phone, and neither of us wanted to shut up. Sleep with your eyes closed.

After separating from Fukada-senpai, Yangmiya returned to her class and continued her great career of frightening. I stood in front of the bulletin board on the first floor, which was covered with various posters, some of which were drawn by me.

And in my mind, which had never cared about others, all that flashed through my mind now were things that had nothing to do with myself.

Kudo, Hiyomiya, Fukada-senpai and Senbongi-san.

Their personalities and behaviors are different, but without exception, they have their own thoughtful thoughts about the future.

Even for that little animal, what she did was exactly the process of elimination. After experiencing all the things she was interested in, she would definitely be able to find her own path in the future.

So she never looks confused, always energetic and full of vigor.

What about me, what is it that my heart longs for?

I want to deny that I am an empty shell. The long-term isolation has made me numb, and the inside of my body has dried up and cracked. I desperately hope that something can fill my heart, and I hope that a generous heavy rain will fall from the sky and sweep me away. Washed away into Jinguji Yue who is no longer numb.

Maybe I should learn from Sheep Palace. It doesn’t matter even if I don’t know what I like for the time being. If I experience everything once, maybe I can change something.

But I understand that there is no unexplained heavy rain, and it is impossible to change standing still. It is better to jump into the lake in front of me. If I can swim to the other side smoothly, maybe I can change.

I think it's time for me to give myself a dream.

Thanks to "I'm used to watching idle birds and idle flowers" for the reward.

113. Chapter 112 112 Then, the determined culture festival. (

The third day of the cultural festival.

I still couldn't find a connection with Yue, so I wore a borrowed maid outfit for three days in a row and received student guests in my class.

While harboring the idea of going to the cultural festival with Yue, I knew at the same time that this hope would most likely come to nothing.

Loss is inevitable, but when I think about that month being accepted by those around me, I can't help but feel happy for him.

"Welcome, huh?"

He just appeared in front of me without any warning.

"Yue...Jinguji-san, why are you here?"

"The performance in the morning is over, let's come and see the class."

After hearing what he said, I noticed that it was already noon.