There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Questions arose from within.

Is it really right to do it yourself?

So, the words that Hiratsuka-sensei and himself said, and the Shirogai Yusen-senpai at that time could not help reappearing in his mind.

The first thing that comes to mind is the problem of a color feather.

Pushed her to the position of the executive committee of the sports festival, but she did not fulfill her due obligations.

I don't know why, but I always feel that there is a dangerous aura about Ichiro.

It was like the temptation of spice, so I kept my distance from her all the time.

The attitude of ignorance will be adopted in today's operation meeting.

Hope she can get out of the way.

But I seem to have gone a little too far.

Thinking of this, he let out a sigh.

Light footsteps sounded in the corridor late at night, barely audible.

There are still unfinished projects and processes on the screen.

The tapping of the keyboard could not help but sound again.

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The sky was overcast, and it was raining lightly.

Raindrops are streaming down the windowpane in the hallway.

It has been raining non-stop since the morning, and it is still chilling against the windows.

Time has unknowingly come to November.

The leaves of the school trees have all withered away, making the temperature seem a little colder today.

In normal times, the sun has already risen high, but because the sky is very gloomy today, the sun has always been tightly covered in the clouds, and there is no chance to come out to let the wind out.

Suddenly, in front of his line of sight, there is a beautiful umbrella walking in front of him.

A lovely flower is printed on the plastic umbrella cloth.

The umbrella owner was probably a little uninterested, and kept turning the umbrella while walking.Every now and then, I could catch a glimpse of the flaxen hair in the umbrella.

Judging from the hairstyle and the back, the one walking in front should be Isshiki.

Her pace was relatively slow, not as brisk as before, and it didn't take long for her to walk beside her.

As if sensing something, the person under the umbrella noticed himself and looked over at the umbrella.

"senior.."

Neither liking nor surprise, just a daily courtesy greeting.

But her words came to an abrupt end.

Because, on the originally fair skin of Yukinoshita, there were slightly puffy eye bags.

Even with light makeup on, she was still noticed by the keen Isshiki.

"Did you stay up late last night?"

"..............Um"

He didn't answer right away, he hesitated for a while before nodding.

"Just a little bit late to bed."

A look of calm as if nothing had happened.

A reassuring explanation came out of his mouth.

The man under the umbrella was watching him with her chestnut clear pupils.

Because of the height difference, Isshiki looked up at himself like a small animal.

Unexpectedly, she did not continue to study the previous words.

"Senior... do you want to finish the sports festival by yourself?"

Unlike the brisk tone of Isshiki's usual speech in the past, the heaviness revealed.

"This is the most efficient way."

"Senior... what are you talking about?"

As if completely incomprehensible, a questioning voice sounded.

Emotions are accompanied by the pitch of the voice being turned up.

"Why can seniors take care of everything?"

"Didn't the seniors pull me in at the beginning?"

"Why don't you just ask now?"