There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Yukinoshita raised his head and smiled as if he was a little ashamed of what he said.

Seeing her smile, people inexplicably think of what happened at the door of Yukinoshita that night.

"Well, that's right. Anyway, it's for the future."

After Ishiki spoke in a light tone, there was no follow-up voice.

However, probably Kasumigaoka, Yubihama, and Inrily didn't hear what she said.

Each seemed to be thinking silently.

Because, Yukinoshita's words were a little surprising.

There are definitely not many high school students who can clearly answer their future plans.

However, it was only natural that everyone thought it was Yukinoshita.

You should be seriously considering your future and have a clear plan for your life.

In other words, this may be just imposing this fantasy on his own, even so, from what he said, a wonderful sense of disobedience still lingers in his chest.

I remembered what Yukinoshita's mother said that day... Well, Yukinoshita is only a second-year high school student after all.It's not surprising that you can't decide what will happen in the future.

Rather, it is precisely because it is not clear that it is reluctant to make it clear.This is also an acceptable reason.

"So, is there a more reliable method?"

At this time, Zaimokuza seemed to be talking a little distressed.

Yubihama lowered her head with a sigh, Kasumigaoka rubbed her temples with her eyes closed, and Inriri looked uninterested.

Isshiki answered her rarely.

"It wasn't easy to be an editor. Well, maybe it's another matter if you start working hard now."

"Um, do I have to work hard for many years from now on... It's really hard work..."

Although Zaimiza held his head and moaned for a while, his eyes widened again, and he straightened up and screamed.

"...As expected, it's better to be a light novel writer!"

Before he finished speaking, Zaimuzuo took out a mechanical pencil and paper from his schoolbag, and began to write and draw.

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"Today's club activities will be over in 10 minutes."

Kasumigaoka glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and announced it routinely.

At this time, the wooden seat sitting on the table had been tapping the notebook with his mechanical pencil until just now. I don't know when his pen stopped writing and drawing, and had stopped.

Not sure if the 3-minute heat was burned out or the ideas or ideas in his head were exhausted, Zaimuza who had been stunned for a while said casually.

"Humm, sure enough, light novel writers still can't get used to it?..."

Then he went on talking to himself.

"If this goes on, light novel writers won't be able to, and editors won't be able to play..."

After reading it back and forth for a while, as if thinking about Zaimokuza's eyes, his eyes lit up in an instant, and he stood up with a strange noise.

"A flash of inspiration! That is to say, is the era supervising! Make animations! Let's go to the donuts with dong dong!"

In the quiet department room, the sound of the middle wood pedestal hummed and echoed.

There was silence in the room, and no one responded to her new idea.

Everyone looked like they didn't hear it, and packed their things.

"Mum, indeed....I can't help it, can I just write it?"

As if the interest and thoughts just now were just an illusion, Zaimokuza completely sank, shrank back and started to write something in the notebook.

Yukinoshita looked at his figure lying on the table and thought.

Even the Zamokuza, which could not be seen growing at all, was changing little by little.Retreat, short-cut, and long-distance... I have traveled through various roads and headed towards the goal.

However, even so, as long as you write word by word, chapter by chapter, you will always complete something, accumulate day and night, and finally usher in the day when you will reap the fruits.

There's still a year left until high school graduation.After that, assuming everything is fine, everyone will graduate.

It feels both rambling and fleeting.

With growth, the time of a year makes people feel gradually shortened.Probably, the current year is not the same length as the year after next year.

Not just the length, but even the value of time must be different.

Even the Zamokuza, which could not be seen growing at all, was changing little by little.Retreat, short-cut, and long-distance... I have traveled through various roads and headed towards the goal.

However, even so, as long as you write word by word, chapter by chapter, you will always complete something, accumulate day and night, and finally usher in the day when you will reap the fruits.

There's still a year left until high school graduation.After that, assuming everything is fine, everyone will graduate.

It feels both rambling and fleeting.

With growth, the time of a year makes people feel gradually shortened.Probably, the current year is not the same length as the year after next year.

Not just the length, but even the value of time must be different.