The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

In the dazzling light.

When he heard a bird named Chiichi, Sputnik rubbed his eyes.

"... in the morning"

The first thing I saw was a familiar ceiling. of his own house, of his own room, slept in a familiar bed. I don't remember how I got home after getting drunk at the coffee shop Fine, but fortunately the strange woman next door wasn't asleep.

I slept like mud without even closing the curtains, so nothing blocked the morning sun. In the room where the light plugged in with a normal few percent increase, when I snagged my pillow and took the alarm clock, the clock was pointing to 9: 40. Let's just say it was a miracle that he woke up in the morning when he said he drank lumps again, even though he hadn't even switched on the wake-up function.

Get out of bed with a curse. Clothes remain last night, only shoes are off - where did you do it, it's not on the floor. I had no choice but to go down with my socks, and I found a note on my desk that said "I'll ask you to pay for it later, coffee shop Fine". Speaking of which, it's like I remember walking with my shoulders borrowed from the twins.

Give up looking for shoes and take notes. I exposed myself to considerable ugliness, even though I was drunk. The next time I see you, I'll color you a little and pay you. With that in mind, I take a shower, get dressed, consume a bottle of tobacco, and then go down the stairs. And the usual shoes were, for some reason, aligned there. It's something that generally can't be explained to fluffy people, such as drunken behavior.

Open the door leading to the store. I hope I didn't return the answer, I greeted her.

"Ohayogo Zymus"

But.

"Morning, shopkeeper. You're not a good sleeper."

"Sputnik is fine"

"Really? I like it when I feel like 'shop owner'."

"No more real shit, this guy."

It is Yuki, Sputnik's sister, who made him a member of the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber of Commerce, who laughs with uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

It's the third day since she worked as a 'part-time hire' for this store, but she seems to enjoy herself every day. Before coming to the Sputnik jewellery store that day, he had rooted for the people in the city - and he had said hello, and was familiar with it unimpeded when he tried to start working as a part-time clerk, but it was about this woman on the outside, who wasn't so surprised about it.

I was whimpering about when and what to do because I am also a troublemaker, but so far I have lived a part-time life without anything in particular. Speaking of difficulties, Sputnik's heart is shredded hourly and then.

Karan, Karan.

The store doorbell rang. It was Yuki who reacted faster than Sputnik and turned to the sales smile. Stand in a chair, put your hands together in front of your chest, greet you with a key much higher than normal -

"Welcome to the Sputnik jewelry store - gee"

But.

The glowing smile looked at the guests who came in. No, it was cloudy in an instant.

Frowning, pulling your lips to the limit and showing disgust at it. There was only one customer that this woman on the outside would react like that.

So maybe this time too.

- If you look at it, it was still the face Sputnik had in mind. Sitting gently on Yuki's sitting chair until earlier, he shrinks his shoulders and lurks his breath away from getting caught up. Because I could read the developments after this.

"Welcome, customer. The exit is at the same door. Please hurry."

"Good morning. Looks like Mr. Crewe's not back today, huh?

"I'm afraid you're deaf, sir, but we're not a hospital. We will arrange for a well-armed otolaryngologist in Cokedier City, so please visit us as soon as possible."

"By the way, shopkeeper, doesn't this store do interviews at the job stage? I still think it would be better to have some candidates when hiring."

"What do you mean, chill. Just go home, Cokedier."

"I'm not leaving. Then, store owner, I will see the fold again. Good luck with your work today"

"Can't you even tell him to get out of this city?"

"Chibisuke? Who are you talking about?"

"Poor thing you're unconscious, Chibi Suki"

"It leaves room for growth. Unlike you, the crushed possibility."

"Mm-hmm. Say it."

"Go home, both of you."

Every day, at this rate.

Cecil, a private secretary from the city of Cokedier as a use of Soaran, and Yuki, a self-proclaimed "temporary part-time clerk". It was a complete fantasy to think that although they were two people who didn't have a good impression of each other from the first meeting, over time, their friendship might improve somewhat - too.

As soon as we look at each other, we stare at each other, we quarrel. When guests are coming to the store, they don't have a flashy fight about whether they're thinking about decency or not, but when it's still in their sight to say something blurry or blurry at the edge of the store, whether Sputnik's stomach is in pain or not. You're an adult, so I told Yuki to break it, and she said, "Oh, you're ordering me?" He smiled and awesome, so I couldn't say anything more.

When I was staring at myself with a police officer nut, I wondered if Crewe would have felt this way too, and now it hurts my heart - whether I would change it in the future or not. Speaking of which, I haven't seen a nut since around yesterday, but what's he doing? I didn't even come to the patrol to think of it, and I haven't seen him in the city...

"Bye."

It was Cecil's cool voice that brought Sputnik back to reality when he began to make the useless guy, and grudge against the nuts, when it was crucial.

"I beg your pardon. I got a discount voucher at the bakery yesterday, so I'm going to use it today."

"Don't tame the city. Don't ever come again."

"Bye."

I don't listen to Yuki's poisonous tongue. I just rang the doorbell lightly and walked straight out of the store.

In the store where my customers are gone, my tongue pounds. Regardless, it's not what Sputnik did. Teng himself laid his hand on his hips and stared at the entrance door just wondering if it was still this way.

"Totally not these days, if you're being polite!

He's putting his hands on his hips and throwing up a rough nose, Yuki.

I don't think it's 'courteous' behavior to push my brother's shop without even touching him and force him to hire as a part-time worker, but I want to avoid oiling the fire. "I want to see my employer's face!" Until the scream settled, "Sputnik elbowed to the counter, supporting his jaw and keeping quiet.

I wonder why you neglect Cecil so much by now - even though such a question arises, it is also oil, or coal, or gasoline, in the fire, as I asked in its present state.

"Ha, when I saw a girl that wasn't cute, I wanted to see a pretty girl. I wonder how Crewe's doing by now."

Said, look at the watch on the wall. Morning, eleven o'clock.

Reminds me of the rules of experiential school. Perhaps by now, you'll be taking your second day of class. The second day of the curriculum, which was written in the requirements, is certainly all day......

"Design class, I guess it was"

"So what?

What do you do? and tilt his neck. Speaking of which, she didn't go to that school. I guess I don't feel it.

But to explain it again, what did you say? Think about it a little.

"Drawing blueprints of ornaments is a class."

And I answered.

Well, what the hell is Crewe drawing? Is it textbook like, or is it something peculiar that has demonstrated some uniqueness? I don't know about Sputnik, but I do like what I like, I hope it's fun and I wish I could make it. That's because she's a strange, troubled, habitual daughter.

Aside from the story if you're going for that kind of industry for real as a job, it's only the 'experience' school that Crewe went to this time. You don't need to make good stuff, just know that there is such a thing, and if you can touch it, that's fine. In the first place, the purpose of Crewe's going to school is not even to study. It's about broadening our horizons.

School.

"I miss you."

Take the work log out of the drawer and turn around to get your thoughts. Once Sputnik also went to that jewelry school where Krew is now, and learned that stuff about commerce and jewelry.

I've been a merchant in both graduation and fame, and I've met a lot of things that can't be helped in academia - picking up kids who spit out jewels and stuff - but still, what I spent there shouldn't have been in vain.

The classes were quite interesting schools, as were the many materials available. Years have passed since then, but school policy itself has changed dramatically.

I don't know what she'll get back or if she'll get what she wants, but I'm sure she'll be enjoying it a lot - writing a straight line with a pen at the open end of the work log and relying on it to draw the right design.

Yuki asked me this by accident.

"Hey, what kind of student were you?

"Hmm? Me?

"That. You. At Jewelry School."

"I've done a lot of things. Try painting the eye of the statue in the hallway with night light, or take the right woman and swim in the pool at will."

"Ha ha. That's not quite a problem."

I laugh at Sputnik, who counts fingerfolds, calling him a bad student and slapping his hand, but it was this sister who originally planted evil wisdom and pranks on her childhood self. It shouldn't be a laughable muscle like any other HR.

Well, Crewe's at that school, and I wonder how he's spending his time. Although it's not hard to imagine living a school life that goes exactly the opposite of your own, where the roots are 'good kids'. If there's anything you like, you can find it.