There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

A person's existence itself will hurt someone unconsciously.

Being associated with others hurts, but not being associated with others hurts...

If you want to see someone as very important, it also means to be aware of hurting that person.

Sometimes it's just because of each other's consideration for each other that harm is done.

The struggle and comprehension in the middle must be an arduous process.

But it doesn't matter if something goes wrong, because there's enough time to make up for it.

This is probably what Hiratsuka Shizuo-sensei meant.

For Ministry, the time is everything.

Only now can you find the real thing you desire here.

Sorry first, the update is a bit late, because of the end of the volume, so I thought about it a lot, added, deleted, and revised several times before I got a generally satisfactory text.

The end means a new beginning.

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Chapter 127 Chapter 1 Hiratsuka Shizuka is still the same

After the school trip was over, the autumn mood deepened.

Summer seems to have completely passed, and it is fully into the autumn season.

The trees by the street have been dyed a little light yellow, but they still have a color that is no longer emerald green as if it were late.

The sky was high and cloudless, and the wind stroking his cheeks also cooled.

After a major event is over, for some people, it is often forgotten and swept into the deepest corner of the broken hard drive of the brain.

Maybe they will never be turned out and chewed again, until they completely disappear in the depths of memory.

After all, these things are neither far enough to be remembered, nor close enough to be talked about.

Maybe take it out on a sentimental afternoon and miss it, and then forget it again.

That's all.

Thanks to this, those who are left in the dregs of these shattered memories will remember the feeling of loneliness even more in their hearts.

In the same way, people who indulge in bonds and remember their feelings will engrave this precious thing to them deeply in their hearts.

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When Yukino walked into the staff room, Hiratsuka-sensei was sitting on the side of the usual table with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the light-moving laptop with interest, but he didn't touch the keyboard.

She was wearing earphones, and her eyes that were always a little teasing were full of happiness at this time, and she also laughed happily from time to time.

The scene in front of him made Yukino, who had just pushed the door in, wonder in her heart, and turned into Yukino who was quietly approaching from behind.

At the top of the webpage opened by the notebook, the title bar was specially marked with the words "July Xinfan" in cute fonts that looked full of dead house atmosphere.

I don't want to talk at all anymore.

So Yukinoshita temporarily observed Hiratsuka-sensei practicing his fist-clenching method and taking notes on famous lines while facing the computer screen.

Maybe it's because the line of sight is too concentrated.

Hiratsuka-sensei noticed the breath behind him and turned around suddenly.

"Snow, under the snow..."

Embarrassment quickly spread on the face of Shizuo Hiratsuka, who is a teacher in the sacred profession.

"Teacher, what are you doing..."

"This...this is that..."

Hiratsuka-sensei sneakily covered the screen behind him, blushing and briskly closing the browser behind him.

Teacher, why are you so skilled?

Is it really okay for this school to be like this?

But think about it as a matter of course.

After all, it's a personal rest time, and it's okay to do something you want to do.

And Hiratsuka-sensei looked like he was hurriedly welcoming the guests, and started to clean up the table.

"No, what, because I haven't eaten lunch yet, so I'll take it easy...that's all..."

With that said, the table was filled with a light meal of pork chop rice and tempura noodles that may have been takeout.

What to say.

As expected of Hiratsuka Shizuo-sensei's style...

An unimaginable amount of food, how can he still maintain that kind of body shape, isn't this person actually quite powerful?

Even Yukinoshita couldn't help but look at Hiratsuka-sensei, the tempura noodles and pork chops back and forth with a surprised look. Maybe he finally felt embarrassed. The teacher wanted to hide and turned the tempura inside. Pushed.

Then, smiling as if trying to fool the past, he gave the big bowl to Yukinoshita.