There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

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What remains after the event is always loneliness.

The event held in this cooking room was no exception. After a brief concluding remark, everyone began to pack their things and leave in twos and threes.

The number of people gradually decreased, and the originally lively cooking room became completely quiet.

The rest of the group silently collected what was left in the classroom.

"It's okay to leave the rest to the student council, okay?"

Hearing the words of Sister Tour, I couldn't help but look around the room, and there really wasn't much of a big deal left.It doesn't seem to matter if it is handed over to them afterwards.

However, the answer is the opposite.

"Hmm... But, let me help you to the end."

"Well, there's no need to worry about us too much."

Whoever it was, we chose to stay and help.

Tou seemed surprised to hear our answer, but then she smiled.

"Really? Then, it's better for me to be respectful than to obey."

In fact, this kind of work did not last long.

The finishing touches are almost done, and in the end only the cleanup of the cooking station we used was left.

After squeezing the completely cold paper cup, stuffing it into a garbage bag, and sealing the bag tightly, there is nothing else to do.

Make sure the door is locked, check the luggage you forgot to take, and leave the school together.After throwing the garbage bags to the designated place, there is no reason to stay here.

At the exit of the school gate, everyone showed a somewhat tired look.

No one has the strength to say "Go to the celebration party!", but they each embarked on their journey home.

Yukinoshita straightened his bag and slightly larger carry-on luggage.There should be things like black tea and cooking utensils for personal use in it.

"...let's go"

"Ah, bye."

Saying goodbye to each other, this time the interest is lacking.

Yuhihama and Isshiki pushed the bicycles in their respective directions.Kasumigaoka and Inrili walked towards the seaside Makuhari Station.

"Is Kato-san going there from here?"

"Ah."

Pushing the rather small bicycle, Kato also left at the intersection ahead.

The windless, cloudless winter night sky shimmers brightly, but feels equally chilly.

It is completely different from the warmth in the room, as if the previous heat was an illusion.

Yukinoshita sighed deeply,

Even though I didn't do anything worth mentioning, I still seemed tired.

But at the same time, I should have felt more of a sense of sufficiency.

Not only did he accept the request of Miura and Eina, but also the activities organized by the student council, and Hayama and Tobu who participated together, the senior patrol and the sister Yang Nai also rushed over, and Hiratsuka-sensei also joined together.

Just as an initial request, it was simply too much.

The itching like ants crawling on the body spread to the neck, maybe the skin became stiff due to the cold.

Although the wind was not strong, the cold winter air stinged the exposed cheeks.

The streetlights lit by the street, the shadows reflected in the war-weary figures in all directions, slowly became thinner, and finally even its original shape was unknown.

Even he can't say that he is who he is.So, where do we really exist?Why, like this, can we delineate such a thing as a relationship?

It's because I don't want to find that, cold cruel, and sad real thing.

Chapter 272 Chapter 1 The night sky is as cold as snow

The reddish color seeping through the clouds, which had dyed the clear sky and the sea vermilion before, has now quietly turned into a dark blue color.

The seasons change, although it is already the season of early spring.

But still cold.

The weather in Chiba is also the same in my memory.

So is the dry air, so is the wind that seems to be stinging the cheeks, so is the chill as it creeps up from the feet to the back, although it makes people upset, but I have never avoided it.

Rather, once you get used to it, you will take it as a matter of course.

The brilliance of the night moon and the light of the street lamps seemed to cover the road with a bottle of cold silver frost.

Before you know it, you have come to the intersection of the familiar home.

The hand was about to turn the handle of the door and push the door in.

Hanging the scarf on the hook beside, put on indoor slippers.