honey color

word.The boy calmly asked Mr. Kawashima various questions, and the female teacher was earnestly answering and taking notes.Thinking in his heart that he is really a rigorous person, his eyes met the boy's rigid back.Perhaps, as the students in the class said, he is a role model for top students.

Finally, Mr. Kawashima handed us a stack of forms that needed to be distributed and filled in.Gan Yiren and I hugged half of it and walked back to the classroom.

The bell rang, and the noise in the corridor subsided instantly.I followed the boy in front of me without saying a word, silently counting the number of steps in my heart, but I happened to catch a glimpse of the bright sunlight shining through the large glass windows of the rest platform, and a row of slanted white squares lined up on the ground.Following the light and shadow, I suddenly saw a small rainbow of seven colors in the tiny corner where the window sill and the glass intersect.

This rare sight caught my sensitive nerve at once.I hurried up the steps, carefully stood beside the tiny rainbow and bent over to observe.Until the boy who had already climbed several steps of the stairs suddenly stopped, and a low and clear voice came from his ear:

"That's the prism effect. I'm afraid the sunlight is refracted through the edge of the glass. The edge of the glass, which acts like a prism, breaks down the white sunlight into seven colors, thus forming a rainbow-like phenomenon on the ground."

"Eh? Is that so?" I came back to my senses and looked at the boy in front of me in a little panic.His eyes are covered by thick glasses, which is probably the reason, and I don't feel too nervous when I stay with him.Although this kind of thinking is silly and ridiculous, it is as absurd as deception.

But then, the boy naturally took out the notebook.The "swish" sound of friction between the pen tip and the paper hit the eardrums, and seeing his serious appearance, I sighed sincerely:

"You are really a serious person!"

But I didn't want the young man to raise his head and look at me. Although his expression didn't change at all, I felt something strange:

"I'm recording your actions just now." The boy closed his notebook again, "Hana Mimi, graduated from the Elementary Department of Qingshan College, likes photography, introverted, and very interested in subtle things. Currently, I'm working in 3 sub-groups a year. The squad leader is serious and trustworthy. She is a childhood sweetheart with Fuji Shusuke, who is also in the third group of the same year."

"..." I was stunned, staring blankly at the young man in front of me, and then asked hesitantly after a while, "This is..."

"Almost everyone has a copy of my data survey." The boy pushed down his glasses and said, a white line flashed across his eyes in a daze.

"...It's kind of scary." I said my thoughts faithfully, and even my soft gaze just now became fearful.

"Sure enough, this is the reaction..." The young man didn't pay much attention to my reaction, he turned around raving, "It's the same as what Buer guessed, um, Buer is a bit dangerous..."

I followed him again, although this time I naturally moved half a meter away, but the whispers that flowed out of his mouth were still caught in my ears.So the phrase "Fuer is a little dangerous" hit a certain point in my heart, like something I had wanted to express for a long time, but was explained by others.

Looking back, the danger of that young man is that he can make reasonable and correct judgments in the face of everything, and handle things in an orderly and appropriate manner, never more or less.I didn't want to use the word "dangerous" to describe him before, but just now, the words of the boy with glasses above half a floor suddenly defeated my ambiguous line of justice.Whether you like it or not, in fact, the worship of Budu in my heart has long been more or less mixed with fear.

Because, I still can't figure out that bright smile.

It's as if the whole world's red, orange, yellow, green, and the world's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys have been mixed into a huge tank, but the result of the mixing is not great, it just turns into a smile on the corner of his mouth, also with his usual appropriateness and tightness.Swearing that his world will be strictly controlled behind this smile, no one can touch it.

A gentle person probably also has sorrow and anger!

Until the line of sight crosses the half-level staircase in front of you, the sunlight pouring from the opposite classroom is like a fierce wave, blowing towards your face.I narrowed my eyes slightly, only to realize that the peaceful smile of the young man was also thrown into the white light.

Everything came to an abrupt end in an instant, and a question was born out of thin air:

"Which seven colors are behind the "white" smile? "

9Chapter09. Re-engraving time

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"It turns out that Honey Sauce joined the photography department!" When the boy leaned against my table, half of the daylight outside the window was hidden.

I looked up at him, and the ballpoint pen in my right hand had been quietly put down.

"Well, this is the one that suits me best." I smiled at him, a dazzling cyan color came from behind the boy against the light, and the fluffy hair stood in the sun and was dyed transparently. "What about Buer?" I wondered whether he would choose tennis or photography, but then remembered that he seemed to have won a tennis competition in elementary school, so the chances of playing tennis must be higher.

"tennis……"

"Sure enough..." Seeing that the other party's answer verified my guess, I quickly responded.

"And photography."

"...Huh?" Looking at the boy's deepened smile, I suddenly felt like I was being tricked.

"Because the photography department seems to be very free, so I chose two."

"Oh, indeed, the photography department only needs to submit ten photos and one photography experience every month. There are two activities a week, and it's just communication between department members." I nodded to express my understanding.

"Maybe I'm a little greedy!" Fuji straightened up and looked at me as if he was asking for my thoughts.And I just shook my head and comforted him:

"It's called hard work for those who can."

After listening to this, the boy burst out laughing with a "puchi".

……

I am standing in the spacious classroom of the photography department. The director, Fuko Sakurai, is a girl with a strong literary temperament.The facial features are exquisite and unobtrusive, everything is to the point and just right, and the word "clean" is the best way to describe it.She stood by the desk by the window, looking at the information of the new recruits in her hand.

"There aren't many people joining the club this year." The girl's tone was not sad when she said this, on the contrary, I heard a sense of relaxation and open-mindedness from it.

"One, two, three, four, five... Well, five is a good harvest." Sakurai-senpai sorted out the application form in her hand, and then turned her attention to me and a man and a woman beside me, " Fuji and Hengshan didn't come, I remember they both applied for two clubs."

"..."

"But it's okay, we are very relaxed here, and the function of me, Takeuchi, and Nishimura is just to popularize photography knowledge." Sakurai-senpai smiled lightly after speaking, and I didn't feel the slightest air of seniors from her words and deeds, "You guys As long as you take pictures of what you like, you can do whatever else you like.”

Then, the other two seniors, that is, Takeuchi-senpai and Nishimura-senpai shared some insignificant photography experience, and the entrance ceremony was officially completed.

The man and woman next to me bowed and left after hearing this, and I also bent down quickly when I saw this.

The activity classroom of the photography department is very sunny, the sun leaks down the window, cutting a neat boundary of light and shadow on the white wall.

At this moment, I am looking at several photographs hanging on the wall.

"Are you Hanada-san?" Sakurai-senpai asked while sitting at the desk, looking at the application form in her hand.

"Yeah." I turned to her and nodded subtly.

"The reason for entering the department is..."Photography is my dream"..." Someone next to my ear was jerky reading the contents of my application form, only to find that a handsome boy in a black uniform was leaning over and carefully looking at the application form. White form. "It's a dream! "The boy said and his eyes fell on me. I nodded quickly, because I felt so nervous that my face was hot.

"Ayan, don't bully the elementary school girl~" Sakurai-senpai on the side laughed and teased.

"Hey, no way!" The boy retorted with a smile on his lips.He is Masahiko Takeuchi who just gave a speech on his experience to the new members, a senior who is two years older than me.Tall figure, healthy complexion and dark chestnut hair give people a vivacious and reliable feeling.

"..." I nodded and smiled at them. Listening to the seniors teasing each other, I was at a loss for words.

"Hanada-san regards photography as a dream!" Takeuchi looked at me with a smile, a few bright colors scattered in the gray eyes.

"Well, yes. I have liked it since I was a child, and I hope to be engaged in photography in the future."

"He's serious, Ayan!" Nishimura-senpai, who was tidying up the shelves, also teased Takeuchi, but because the teasing more or less involved me, it felt a little subtle.

"Hanata-san, which photo on the wall do you like the most?" Takeuchi ignored the teasing, but continued to ask me indifferently.

I glanced around, finally made up my mind, and pointed to the orange photo in front of me framed by a dark wood-colored frame:

"Sure enough, it's still this..."

So the three people under the sun all turned their gazes to the photo I pointed to, and then Sakurai and Nishimura all smiled and sighed:

"Ah~ Ayan, you won!"

I looked at the three of them incomprehensibly, until the handsome Takeuchi walked towards me from Sakurai-senpai:

"Student Hanada...why do you like this one?" I looked into his gray pupils, the boy was staring at me calmly, I twitched the corners of my mouth, and replied a little flustered because of my introversion:

"Hue, light sense..." I turned my head to look at the orange in the small square, and unexpectedly popped out several professional terms in vain.

"Huh? Is it just like that? I'm a little frustrated..." Takeuchi rubbed his head