There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Even in the huge Sobu High School, there is only Yoshiki Zaimiza with such a maverick style.

After making a sound, Zaimokuza was silent, and the silence descended on the activity room of the service department again.

Although there are other people besides Zaimokuza, everyone seems to be saying that it has nothing to do with me.

Either he is holding a cup of black tea in one hand and is concentrating on reading the book, or he is fiddling with his mobile phone while munching on tea snacks, or he is staring at the vanity mirror and sorting his hair.

"...Mmmm."

Zaimokuza murmured again and looked up at the ceiling.This time, compared to just now, there was a sense of tragic and solemnity in his voice.Still, no one responded.

Beside him, he was completely blind to the wooden seat from the beginning, and looked at the color feather of the mirror eye.Isshiki didn't even look at the wooden seat, and after finishing his hair, he took out the hand cream from the small bag, and began to care for his skin while humming a song.The slender fingertips slowly spread the hand cream, and there was a faint citrus fragrance.

That being said, Isshiki and Zaimokuza have never met.

However, in this situation, even if they knew each other, Isshiki would not be able to talk to Zaimokuza.

Although no one paid him any attention, Zaimokuza kept mumbling back and forth several times after that.

Maybe she was upset, and a small sigh came from the other side of the table diagonally.

Glancing slightly over there, Yukinoshita put the teacup on the coaster and rubbed his temples.

After glancing at Zaimokuza, she turned her gaze towards Kasumigaoka.

"...For the time being, let's ask him what's the matter?"

"Do you want me to come?"

From the words of Kasumigaoka, it is rare to hear a feeling of reluctance.

"Shi Yusang can be regarded as his master after all."

It was Yuihama Yui who was chomping on the senbei and giving a feeble answer.Still maintaining the posture of leaning forward on the table, he only turned his head to Shi Yu's side.

"That kind of thing, I've never admitted it."

He sighed as he explained in a troubled manner.

"Master Minister, I'll leave it to you."

At this time, Yin Lili nodded solemnly to her, but there was a narrow smile in her eyes.

"!"

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Kasumi Hill looked towards Zaimokuza.

"Zaigiza-san, what are you doing here in the service department..."

After Kasumigaoka made up his mind to talk to him, Zaimokuza raised his head and showed a happy smile.

"Oh, Master! What a coincidence!"

"If I hear this kind of nonsense from your mouth again, get me out of here immediately."

The Hill of Xia's face is frosty.

"Cough, um, I have a little headache..."

Because Zaimiza interrupted his words for a while, and solemnly straightened his posture, even Yubihama on the obedient side could not help but straighten his back.

"At that time, didn't I say that I went to a publishing house for a trainee??"

"so what?"

Kasumigaoka frowned, waiting for his next words.

"After I came back, I decided to become an editor!"

Yubihama, who was listening, muttered lightly.

"So it's not a light novel or something..."

Yin Lili, who had been concerned about it until just now, may have felt that it was not worth listening to because of Zaimiza's words just now.Isshiki, who was originally interested in zero, had a hard-fought expression on his face, tinkering with his eyelashes with an eyelash curler.

However, Zaimiza's dream should be a light novel writer.

Hearing what he said just now, Xia Zhiqiu's brows furrowed even tighter, and there seemed to be displeasure in his words.

"You just gave up, didn't you?"

Zaimiza folded his arms in embarrassment.

"I can't help it. As a light novel writer, anyone can do this job. And even if you happen to be a writer now, no one will be envious, just because there are countless small white articles in the industry today..."

Although he was talking, Zaigiza's expression turned gloomy, but then he suddenly opened his eyes and made a solemn voice.

"...and, ah, I noticed."

While talking, the 100-year-old chair made a loud clicking sound, and Zaimokza stood up.

"If you write it, you will be hacked! If you don't write it, you will kneel! This is simply a roadside grass in the industry! Is there any value in doing this kind of work!"

The powerful voice, let alone in the room, echoed in his head.After the lingering sound dissipated, Zaimokuza sat down again, and the activity room regained the quiet air.

Even though it made such a loud noise, the reaction in the activity room was still flat.Yubihama, who had been listening to Zaimiza until just now, didn't know when she started fiddling with her cell phone.

Even Kasumigaoka lost interest in asking next.