Two or three things about Sakura no Mori Gakuen

After the arrival of spring, looking all the way from a distance, there is a straight row of cherry blossoms and trees all the way to the school gate.Fluttering and scattered, time has become flying flowers.

Sometimes one or two petals of cherry blossoms can be found on the cap of the coat or on the shoulders. They are like cubs who are nostalgic for the warmth, their immature color fades away, and are then dusted off by the noisy girls with their white fingertips.

Until the flower withers, it bears the praise of countless people.

Sway or stand still.One after another.

Walking all the way to the classroom, Misato couldn't help thinking of herself a year ago.In the same March in Yangchun, there are noisy people in the noisy corridor.At that time, I walked towards the classroom of Group D step by step with confusion and unknown, and I didn't even think that I would meet Zhou Fangzun and Shi Shu, these two strange people.The following year was full of ups and downs, and the reunion with Hina Fujita and the incident with Miyasaki would be recalled from time to time.

If you are not classified into Group D at the beginning, if you are not admitted to the Sakura Forest, if you have not come to this world by yourself, all encounters will be reset to zero.

Is it finally time to be grateful that I was born?

Men and women wearing the same school uniform as me walked on the corridor.The old graffiti on the white walls has been covered by new paint.In the past, the method of identifying the number of floors according to the type of graffiti did not work. Every time I climbed a section, I had to look up to confirm where I was.The freshmen in the first year of high school have immature faces.High school sophomores are accustomed to insensitive speech.A slightly familiar face to the senior high school students.

living in the same place.

stranger.

Disengage yourself most of the time.Blooming cherry blossoms in spring.The endless chirping of cicadas in summer.Yellowing leaves in autumn.Condensed window grilles in winter.The only thing you don't look at is people.Come and walk, go and stay.Slightly raised mouth corners, slender eyebrows, and stylishly cut bangs.Except for a few, they will only be overwritten by new memories.

So there is no need to deliberately remember.

Always thought so.

Compared with the noisy floor of the first grade, the third grade is much quieter.In the new year, the classroom did not change, but simply took down the sign of the previous second grade.Same floor, same corridor.What is still the same.Something has changed.

Just rounded a corner and saw the red-haired man.He was staring at the newly-hanging celebrity epigrams on the wall, and he didn't turn his head until the person at the entrance of the corridor stood for a while.

Camel wool vest under an unbuttoned blazer.Slightly carried the back and the schoolbag on the shoulder.His expressionless face remained pure.

After blinking, he saw him walking in his direction.

He didn't speak at first, just stood there and waited for his action.Is to open your mouth to say some innocuous words or to make some unnecessary reactions.His gaze followed him little by little, and finally landed on his feet.

"It hasn't fallen after walking such a long distance." He squatted down in front of his eyes, and stood up again holding a petal with his fingertips, and placed it in front of him.The slender knuckles were white. "Look. Didn't you find it all the way?"

"No..." was so unexpected that he ate a screw when he answered.His behavior made Misato feel a little funny, and his voice was a little dry, "It's not a big deal."

Shi Shu poked his head out of the classroom, and waved his hands after confirming that Misato and Zhou Fangzun were standing in the corridor, "Hey! Classmate Misato, King!"

Miri waved at him too.

The two went to the door of the classroom side by side, but Zhou Fangzun suddenly stopped outside the door, motioning for Misato to go in first.

Although he didn't quite understand what his special plan was, Misato walked in first according to his intention, and then walked straight to the window seat at the far end where no one was sitting.Shi Shu held up the camera and stared at Misato with great interest, but Misato was still confused, and was about to ask the reason, when Zhou Fangzun who didn't know when came suddenly appeared beside him.He rushed to the last seat before Misato returned to his seat, and looked at her as if he had something to say.

"Here, my seat." As he said, he put his schoolbag on the desk.

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Mrs. Kushina walked into the classroom refreshed, and said some provocative words before starting the roll call.

"This year is the last year that everyone in this classroom will spend together. No matter what you do in the end, please don't leave any regrets. Mock exams, school festivals, sports games, I hope everyone can participate without any scruples, go to Work hard." She looked around at the students in the class, "What you have experienced together in the past two years will become a bond between you. I hope you can remember these experiences in your future life, cherish these friendships, and not let yourself youth leaves a void."

After that, she opened the roll call and began to roll the roll.

The name is followed by a voice that responds.Familiar faces with familiar names.But a year ago they were all strangers.The first name to be read became the class monitor, and the last name to be read won the silver medal in the county physics competition.Zhou Fangzun lazily called out "Yes", followed by Shi Beast's always hearty voice.

After Misato answered "in", several boys in the front row turned their heads one after another.The whispered discussion suddenly spread.

"Huh? When did Misato Awashima change her costume?"

"Don't you think it has become cute?"

"That's pretty good!"

"Oh my, I didn't expect that."

After the roll call, Mr. Kushina closed the roll, put on an energetic smile and said, "The opening ceremony of the last year, you have to listen carefully. There will never be such an opportunity in the future. "

After lining up, go to the gymnasium.Because it was the third year of high school, it was arranged in a conspicuous corner.Misato didn't know the person who delivered the speech of the student representative, so he should have been replaced after Misaki left.The polished floor still showed signs of wear and tear.Misato rubbed her toes subconsciously, but nothing changed.

Only after returning to the classroom can we continue the topic just now.Misato turned around, resting the elbow of her right arm on Zhou Fangzun's desk.

"What does that mean?" Misato looked at Shishu, "Why did you suddenly start playing Memory Kill?"

"I just thought our first meeting was so interesting." Ten Shu explained, "It just happened to be near this location. If it wasn't for such a fate, King, Misato and I might not be what we are now. I’m familiar with it. That’s why I thought, ‘This is a good material’, so I asked King to reproduce it.”

"That's right." Misato glanced at Zhou Fangzun, who seemed to be staying out of the matter, "You cooperated very well. Those who didn't know thought it would be some tricky game."

Zhou Fangzun didn't speak, but stared at Sakura Namiki outside the window.There was the sound of the first grader's physical education class downstairs, and with the rustling of the tree being blown, he suddenly said, "'Can you close the window.'"

Miri froze.

"'random.'"

The person over there gave her a quick look.

That's the conversation.

At that time, the numb self was wearing ugly eyes and red sweatpants under the skirt.Had the first conversation with him with the most unemotional words.

Because I never thought that red buds would bloom in the stretch in the future.So not even the will to irrigate initially.

"You still remember." Misato lowered her eyes slightly.

"How could I forget." The answer was taken for granted.

No one has forgotten.

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Volunteer forms were handed out before school ended.Different from the entry questionnaire for the second year of high school, this time it is the final version.In the next year, Mr. Kushina will often inspect the students based on the volunteers filled in above, and use this as a standard to give them various suggestions.

There are also students in the class who decide to work after graduation. Most of them give up because they know that their grades will not even pass the third-rate universities.Misato frowned unknowingly when she thought of her achievements last year.

Because there is tutoring on Wednesday, Misato just happened to be able to walk with Shishu and the others along the way.The topic of conversation is still the same, Hatta has made Kusanagi angry again, Kamamoto has a childhood sweetheart who is said to be cute, Kusanagi and Seri seem to have a lot of connections.

The three planned to part before the traffic light.The wind in the evening made Misato a bit cold.I thought the weather would be warmer, so I didn't wear a scarf when I went out.It was only at this time that I felt a little regretful, the biting wind kept pouring into my neck.Misato subconsciously shrank her neck.

There is still a little white light in the distant sky.Under the dark sky, he couldn't see clearly.A switch of the traffic light, respectively, is in front of you.Just one left and one right, the distance gradually lengthened.Misato turned her back to them, the traffic light on her side was still on red, because there were relatively few pedestrians in this section, so Misato was the only one waiting.

There were footsteps behind him, and he thought it was some office worker rushing over before the green light changed, but he didn't expect that someone would hang a scarf around his neck the next moment.

Turning around, he saw that Shi Shu had reached the opposite side of the street, while Zhou Fangzun was standing in front of him.He wrapped the light gray scarf around Misato well, and then crossed the road without saying a word.

Shishu waved his hand vigorously at Misato, and then discussed with Zhou Fangzun excitedly when he would release Kusanagi's drunken state.It was as normal as if the scene just happened was Misato's illusion.

The prompt sounded quickly for the blind, and Miri crossed the white zebra crossing.He stopped when he reached the opposite street.When I turned around and looked at the place just now, no one was there.

The poor "thank you" should wait until the next time I see him.

Misato thought silently in her heart, turned away and walked towards the cram school.