[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

[It will be August in ten days, and the insects are still chirping.

I seem to hear the tick-tick sound of night dew dripping from the leaves on other leaves.

Then, Shingo suddenly heard the sound of the mountain.

There was no wind, and the moon was shining brightly, nearly full.In the damp cold air of the night the outlines of the woods on the hills became hazy but did not waver in the wind.

Under the corridor where Shingo was, the fern leaf was also motionless.

At night, in the depths of the so-called mountain stream in Kamakura, the sound of waves can sometimes be heard.Xinwu suspected that it was the sound of the waves, but it was actually the sound of the mountains.

It is very much like the sound of distant wind, but with a deep ground like the sound of the earth.Shingo thought it was tinnitus and shook his head.

The sound stopped.

After the sound stopped, Shingo fell into fear.Could it be a sign of the imminent death?

Shingo shuddered.

I wanted to calmly confirm that it was the wind?Sound of waves?Or tinnitus?But I wonder why there are these voices.However, he did hear the sound of the mountain, as if the devil called the mountain. 】

"Well, my favorite part."

The young man looked in the direction of his finger, his red pupil locked on a few lines of typeface on the page, his brows and eyes unconsciously raised slightly.The originally handsome cheeks were extremely serious, as if they were carrying white catkins flying all over the sky.

Turning his face to the side to distance himself from him, he explained slowly: "Should it be a sense of sight... The metaphor of Shanyin not only refers to the hero's loneliness and pain, love and death, fear and sorrow The world interweaves..."

I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the young man's concentrated expression and his rose-coloured pupils without blinking. I shifted my gaze and lowered my eyelids, and then turned to other places: "It expresses the increasingly serious social diseases in the process of post-war modernization in a deep way. The irrationality of people's living conditions, the sharp conflict between emotion and morality, and the transition and transformation of the outlook on life and death."

In the self-study room, there was the sound of paper rubbing and whispering, students gathered together in twos and threes, and the teacher on the stage was holding his hair in a daze.

Akashi Seijuro nodded, and then turned the page with his slender fingers, the corners of his upturned eyes were shining brightly, and a red stream of light jumped from the wet eyes: "What about the nine dreams about Shingo Ogata?"

"Have you read "The Interpretation of Dreams?" I didn't answer directly, but asked another question.

"I read it in junior high school. It is Freud's representative work."

"Well, he believes that the formation of dreams is not a fiction, but the expression of the dreamer's daily life and psychological activities. It is the abstraction and deformation of the human subconscious. In "Shan Yin", nine dreams are set up to show Shingo Ogata's complex subconscious. They usually appear at the key points of the plot and are divided into three categories: death, romance, fear..."

My mouth was dry, and I deliberately drew pictures to express some things that I couldn't explain with my mouth alone, such as the relationship spectrum of characters.

"Do you have any other questions?"

The young man shook his head, and the corners of his lips curled up gently. He couldn't tell at all that this guy used to strive for perfection in dealing with people and things in school, devoted himself to everything, and was strict with himself.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy listened very seriously, I would have suspected that he was deliberately making things difficult for others.

# Had a literary and in-depth discussion

#Explore the mysteries of the universe and the charm of knowledge

#Learning makes me happy

"By the way, the girl in the morning is a friend?"

"Well, her name is Zhang Yunmu, a high school classmate."

"High school..."

I closed "Shan Yin" and handed it back to him, without any special expression, I glanced at the time on the phone screen by the way: "Next PE class?"

"Yes, there is a basketball game." Akashi took the book naturally, and on his face with a straight nose, those eyes that seemed to always be full of night scenes were clear and transparent.

"...Can I pretend to be sick?"

The red-haired boy blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and the voice at the end of the sentence flowed into a smile: "I can't."

"Captain! I suddenly remembered the incident where someone broke my leg a few days ago! It's too much, just because Brother Xi is too cool, is this a reason to beat someone with confidence?!"

The boy's moist and bright red pupils were slightly curved, full of helplessness, he looked at me fixedly, with an unmoved appearance.

"...Then what, by the way, Akashi-san, can't you be a little more accommodating for the sake of a lot of things I just said? My basketball is super bad. I can bounce into my own basket in minutes. I just came on the court Just hit the face and don't even know the rules!"

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Staring at the dead fish eyes and paralyzed on the chair, I put on a face of losing my dreams, and shouted hopelessly: "...Help, there is a man here who wants to force young girls to do all kinds of weird things. Let me play ball in a public place, hey—"

Akashi Seijuro couldn't hold it back, he let out a chuckle, and the white teeth that were exposed when he laughed reflected the light waves of the energy-saving lamps, making him look radiant.

"Is it really necessary not to go?"

"Ah."

"Is it true that you can't ask for leave? Akashi-san? Captain? President? Red-haired god? Xiaozheng?"

"……Um."

The boy was slightly startled, although it was only for a moment, but I still noticed it wittily.Maybe a certain word just now played a role?

But this guy is really soft and hard.

I sighed, lay down on the table again, adjusted my posture lazily, with an expression of [ah, I don't care anymore, you can do whatever you want].

Outside the window, you can clearly see the weather with clear blue sky and flowing clouds.From the high sky, the sun emits a halo that can be seen directly by the naked eye through the clouds, and the intermittent clouds like silk silk surround the surroundings.

A refreshing and pleasant spring.

To be honest, I don't know anything about the calculation of research credits.I only know that it's absolutely fine to hang out with Akashi during this period of time, and I don't bother to think about these messy things.

But my captain, he is a person who refuses to admit defeat and strives for perfection.So for a bad guy like me who is muddling along, it is simply a disaster.

"Okay—tired—ah—" I stretched out the words, and rolled around on the table with my arms stretched out, my face paralyzed and my face unmoved.

Suddenly the top of her hair was pinned down, her bangs were blown up, and several dull hairs were raised.

"?"

Seeing my puzzled expression, the red-haired boy raised his eyebrows and smiled innocently: "Don't mind, it's just a matter of course."

...How can you make your attack range so wide? ? ?

I twitched the corners of my mouth, ignored him, and continued to slump on the table in a daze.

Akashi Seijuro picked up his thermos and drank the water silently.He moved his gaze down, isolating the surrounding conversations, and stared at the black-haired girl's small waist exposed by the movement of bending over, the clothes moved up, and she was white and thin.

Within a few seconds, he looked away, and at the same time, kicked the girl playfully.It doesn't hurt to kick lightly, just to get her attention.

"Akashi...why do you look like a primary school student." With half-moon eyes drooping, I raised my face buried in my elbows and looked at him speechlessly: "It's fine if you don't let me ask for leave, but I can't be in a daze ?"

"The one from last night, ex-boyfriend?"

"..."

The topic changed a little quickly, I said? !

Akashi put down his water glass, and stared at the cover of "Shan Yin" with his deep eyes. The Japanese-style patterns on it were tangled, and the color with green as the main color was refreshing and not dazzling.

"That's right... it's actually just a strange transaction."

Noticing his gaze, I scratched my head helplessly, and thought about the wording: "Anyway, it's annoying to see each other. It's more like a relationship between old enemies. We met by chance, so we exchanged a few words."

The get out of class bell rang, just right.

"Let's go, let's go, I want to get acquainted with basketball first." Seeing that the boy still had something to say, I forcefully stood up to change the subject, grabbed his arm and ran away.

……

There are a few trees, mostly maples, growing around the edge of the basketball court.A few garden stones dotted the surrounding green space leisurely, and the red distilled wheat blooming beside the stones looked lovely and pitiful.There is a dark green porcelain stool in the middle of the lawn, which can be seen to be scorched hot by the sun. In the blue sky above, Chunyun shrugged its bright shoulders.

The two halves are black T-shirts and white T-shirts, referred to as the black team and the white team.

I patted the basketball decently a few times, tugged at the black clothes on my body, adjusted the wristbands on my hands, and said vigorously with my hips on my hips: "Hahaha, I'll blow you up later!"

"So confident?" Zhang Yun, the nearest member of the white team, twitched his eyes and pushed out a hand in disbelief.

"Let Akashi-san." I finished the rest of the sentence calmly.

"Please don't pant, okay!"

That's right, this afternoon's competition is between Class [-] of Fine Arts and Class [-] of Classical Literature.The ten people who came to H University to study, even the physical education class will be separated, and the five teams will be divided into five classes, and they will follow them throughout this month.

Akashi and I went to class together with Class [-] of Ancient Chinese, but we didn't expect Zhang Yunmu to be our opponent in today's competition.

"Evil fate, evil fate."

The short-haired girl shook her head, waved her hand casually, threw the ball in her hand to the boy behind her, and said in a familiar way: "I will guard against the black-haired girl later, if this guy plays, something will definitely go wrong."

???

What kind of hatred and resentment, my friend, is this how you turn your elbows out? !