The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

The first day of July, Monday.

There was a morning show on the TV, and the female host announced today's weather in a gentle voice. Through the open window, the early morning sunshine shone in for a long time.

"The month-long rainy season in the Tokyo metropolitan area has finally come to an end. It is expected that today and tomorrow, it will gradually clear up in various places. At the same time, the temperature will gradually rise. Everyone should pay attention to sun protection when going out to prevent heatstroke... ..."

The plum rainy season starts on May 28th and ends on July 1st. It is a month in total, which is not a long time. Qing Gongfeng has lived in Tokyo for more than ten years and remembers that the plum rainy season lasted for more than fifty days one year.

The news broadcast continued, Qing Gongfeng was eating breakfast, which was actually a bento for lunch, and he deliberately made some extra for breakfast.

If it was on weekends, he would choose something simpler, such as bread and eggs, but now since he goes for morning runs on weekend mornings with the two young female teachers upstairs, breakfast is naturally provided for.

This was very convenient. The two female teachers kindly waived his food expenses. Qing Gongfeng only needed to help and wash the dishes. In short, even weekends became more lively. He quarreled with Shiratori from time to time. , or invite two female teachers to his room to play controller games together.

What's a pity is that the two female teachers have been working for two or three years and haven't bought a mobility scooter yet. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have to take the tram in the morning.

But people should not expect too much. They should learn to be content and improve themselves as much as possible instead of relying too much on others.

In the tram carriage that was as crowded as a sardine can, Qing Gongfeng thought this while dealing with the uncles behind him.

The rising sun that has not been seen for a month pours down from the car window, struggling to squeeze into the air around Qing Gongfeng. Maybe there will be fewer people half an hour earlier or half an hour later?

With such doubts, he followed the crowd off the tram. There were many schools around Hakusan Station, and students wearing various uniforms gathered here. Among them, sailor uniforms accounted for a minority, and most of them were like Nanamori uniforms. Western school uniform.

"Good morning, Kiyomiya-san!"

A voice full of vitality came over. Qing Gongfeng looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Imaizumi, a classmate who loved to laugh.

"Morning, Imaizumi-san."

He waved his hands, his expression a little tired. Even with his physique, it was not very comfortable to be squeezed around.

"Kiyomiya-san looks very hard."

"After all, it's the morning rush hour train, so my clothes are all wrinkled."

Qing Gongfeng was adjusting his uniform. Since all the uncles in the circle were not as tall as him, the headphones in his ears had just escaped damage.

"My hair is messed up too, here."

As he said that, Imaizumi stretched out his hand, trying to ruffle Qing Gongfeng's hair, but he dodged it without leaving a trace.

"There are too many people, Imaizumi-san, is this also the case in the women-only carriage?" Qing Gongfeng asked.

“It’s a little better there, but it’s quite crowded sometimes.”

Imaizumi retracted his hand and took a step back, but there was a trace of almost undetectable regret in his eyes.

"By the way, Qingmiya-san, do you have any plans for the summer vacation?" Facing the rising sun, they walked on the slope where there were no cherry blossoms in bloom.

"Plans? Maybe stay in Tokyo, or maybe go back to my hometown to escape the summer heat. I wonder if Tokyo will be hot at that time. Where is Imaizumi-san?"

"I have to train for track and field, and I have to go to cram school. Woohoo, I may not have time to play." Imaizumi, who is always full of energy, suddenly felt a little depressed, but in that moment, he recovered immediately.

"Imaizumi-san is preparing to take the physical education major in the future?"

"Ah, well, that's it. I like running and the feeling of the wind blowing on my face. At that time, I seemed to be holding the world in my hands, and I could jump to the clouds with one step."

The morning sun shone on Imaizumi's face, rimming her whole body with gold. That was the light of youth.

So youthful, I feel like the corpse spots on my body have faded a bit.

Qing Gongfeng wanted to say this, but when he thought that he seemed quite young now, he would represent the school in the kendo competition in twenty days, became a lover with the lovely Qingmei, and became attached to a kendo girl who was like a "sister", Thinking about it this way, it seems that he has no regrets about his youth.

Come Tuesday.

After finishing the Chinese class, Qing Gongfeng was called out by Nanami Tsurukawa. They stood at the end of the corridor, where teachers usually scolded students.

"What's the matter? Mr. Tsurukawa."

Qing Gongfeng asked.

"Sen asked you to go to her place during your lunch break and asked me to send a message to Qingmiya-san."

Nanami Tsurukawa wears a neat teacher's uniform, has smooth and natural hair, and well-maintained skin. She is naturally beautiful and can dress up well. No wonder she has become the object of desire for Nanami girls.

"Teacher Shiratori?" Qing Gongfeng looked confused, but then he remembered something and quickly protected his body in fear, "You don't want to tickle me again, do you?"

"...Of course not. Sen didn't tell me the specifics, but she said there would be a reward for coming." She stretched out her slender index finger and drew a circle to show how big the reward was.

After listening, Qing Gongfeng looked confused. Why did he feel that he suddenly turned into a child of several years old? Shiratori and Nanami Tsurukawa were holding children's toys and a bag of candies, trying their best. Let yourself follow them into the dark cabin.

"Teacher Tsurukawa, you are my favorite teacher, and I am also your favorite student. You can't join forces with Teacher Shiratori to trick me!" Qing Gongfeng spoke very quickly and became emotional.

"...What do you like the most, Kiyomiya-san, Mori should ask you to do a favor."

Nanami Tsurukawa looked slightly angry. She didn't pay attention just now and actually missed the word "teacher". Her heart skipped a beat and an inexplicable emotion surged up. In order to suppress this emotion, she pretended to He straightened his face.

"Oh, that's it. Help, that's easy. I'll go there at noon... no, during class."

Qing Gongfeng nodded quickly. Anyway, it was Teacher Shiratori who wanted to help him, and it was not Teacher Tsurukawa. When the time came, Teacher Shiratori would not be able to obediently agree to whatever request he made.

As for what to ask for...

She scratched her itch last time, so it makes sense that she would scratch it again this time.

Well, probably.

If he didn't want to die, he could do this.

"There's no need to be so anxious, Kiyomiya-san," Nanami Tsurukawa calmed down her emotions, her expression became as gentle as usual, her pretty face was slightly red due to the weather, "Don't delay the second period of class."

"Okay, Mr. Tsurukawa, I understand."