Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

And then we go back to class and we don't dare tell you how much attention we got from everyone.

I don't want to remind you...

Because where I spelled that out, it just makes me want to die of shame, and nobody gets it.

Shall I just say this?

When I got back to my seat, they just finished eating croquette bread, and Sanyuan Lotus slapped me on the shoulder without pursuing me deeply.

"Do it."

That's all I said, and I went back to my seat instead.

Lotus is stupid and unpleasant.

But he's definitely my best friend.

- Well, that's how boring classes end, and after school.

It is after school I have been waiting for.

Me and Sato got out of the classroom in the rain of our gaze - and here we are.

"That's still an amazing queue..."

I get an exclamation when I see a serpent-like queue stretching all the way to the sidewalk, not just inside the store.

I usually watched it far away. I can't believe I'm going to have a day to join... something I don't know.

The name of the store is Tea Pearl.

It is the only “tapioca milk tea” specialty in this town, queued day after day.

"Oh, Mr. Pushtail!? Tapioca milk tea! Rumor has it! Very reflective......!

"Mr. Sato, calm down."

She, seemingly completely excited in front of the queue, is squeaking her nose with glittering eyes.

... like a child brought to a toy store.

What was really “Mr. Sato, who supports salt”?

"... but we're in quite a line, okay?

"It's okay! I can't go home when I get here!

Mr. Sato rattles his nose with Fusu Fusu.

But as I noticed something along the way, I stopped moving perfectly...

"... Oh, I'm sorry... it's bad to let you hang out in this queue until you..."

I'll tell you myself, Mr. Sato squirms blatantly.

... Weird and disciplined, Mr. Sato is.

I sigh one more sigh and twitch my heels back.

"Let's get in line."

And walked out toward the end of the line.

Mr. Sato circles his eyes like a surprise once, then rushes behind me.

"Oh, are you okay, Pushtail!? They line up pretty good!?

"That's the one I said earlier, that's good, 'cause you can't go home when you get here."

"But..."

"I'd like to try some tapioca milk tea, too, because it's for Sato."

The two footsteps, which were overlapping with puffiness, suddenly became one.

Looking back wondering, a little behind you, Mr. Sato has a pompous look on his face.

…… What's the matter with you?

"'Cause, you know, right now... Tail, for me..."

"Yeah, I told you,"

"Yeah, 'cause that means..."

Her voice trembles and her cheeks blush.

I don't know what that reaction means, but I answered.

"Yeah, it's what Mr. Sato needs to be to be a minstagrammer, I know"

"What?"

"What?"

Now we've got feathers to match each other with the missing faces between us.

Yeah? Something's not meshing...?

"Huh? Mr. Sato, didn't you want to give Tapioca Milk Tea to Minsta?

...... yeah? and Mr. Sato tilting his little neck like a squirrel.

"So that's the kind of operation we've been talking about lately about using pictures of tapioca milk tea to launch Minsta's account, isn't it?

"... ah"

I don't know, "ah" like that "I just remembered" thing.

At least that's how I came here.

But Sato, who was stretching his whole body with all that, shriveled and shriveled when he heard my words, eventually with disappointment...

"Unsoudayo......"

In the smallest voice in history, Mr. Sato affirmed it.

……

Why are you looking so grumpy?

But, well, if he says so, my perception wasn't a mistake, that is.

Oh good, I almost make the overly pleasant mistake of endangering "Mr. Sato purely invited me on an after-school date".

This is only part of Mr. Sato's Minstagrammerization Program.

Don't float. Don't float.

"Then let's line up for now, Mr. Sato"

"Narrabowne......"

Mr. Sato, where the hell were you until just now...?

Anyway, why did Sato and I shrivel in the wind, so we lined up at the end of the line...

"With..."

"You know..."

Summer is the season, even though it's time to drop out of school.

The sun, still high, is reflecting on the asphalt, twisting and burning the queue.

Being exposed to the heat in a queue to buy cold drinks feels kind of like a downfall.

Of course, I can't leave, I can't... I've got one problem.

- Again, Tapioca Milk Tea is a popular drink and sweet for high school girls in the alley.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's the most visible drink in the day after day on TV and SNS.

Thus, nearly 90% of this matrix for tapioca milk tea is made up of high school girls.

I mean...

"- No, seriously, my brain melts."

"Hey, check it out, Corey, sneeze"

"Haha, Uke, it's like Miko Falls"

A pair of high school girls lined up in front of me and Mr. Sato are laughing at their pieces, flashing their skirts instead of ours, and peeking their sweaty chests through the collar of a white shirt.

Is it the so-called "women's high knoll”?

That's what's happening right in front of me.

"... tail you"

When I'm in trouble with my eyes, Sato calls me by name, mostly.

"Yeah? What's going on?

Looking back, Mr. Sato stared at this one from under his gaze...

"I just called you"

"... it's not just my face, what's wrong?

"Yes, shine."

"Seriously, why?

I've always thought you were a kid I don't know, but all this time, I really don't know what that means.

And I've never seen anyone suggest a sparkle with a wrinkle between their eyebrows like that.

"Me, 'cause I'm so dizzy"

"I've never seen a high-school girl dazzle before..."

"Let's go."

"Oh, already...... er, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I have no choice but to create a strange face all over me.

In response to this, Mr. Sato is...

……

He keeps staring at me with a wrinkle between his eyebrows about what the hell he's going to do.

That's like, "I'm not gonna miss your every move" anymore.

... What's this? Could it have started a different game than the glitter I know?

One, that's when I started feeling quite ashamed there.

One of the previous trio of high school girls...

"Haha, Mikobra, it's clear!

- A man is a sad creature.

Whether they meet for the first time or have their first love next door, it's imprinted on instinct.

I've been trying to cross paths with the high school trio.

"- I can't!!!!

"Ouch!?

But Sato's right hand, shaken out with anger, hit the base of my nose so hard that I couldn't see anything.

No, no, no! And it sounded good in vain.

"Oh, whoa... Mr. Sato, why...!?

When I asked in tears, Mr. Sato shook his shoulder.

"No!! WHAT!!!!

I don't know what I can't do, but I felt very angry...