I switched to the subway and turned to the publisher.

Wednesday day. It's a normal weekday for high school students, even on summer vacation, for society.

I searched for a publisher named "The Great House" that I was taught.

The first floor is the pharmacy, and the second and third floors seem to be the company.

It's not very big, but it's said to be quite famous for its photo albums and art books.

Find the building you want and take the elevator upstairs.

As the elevator door opened, a cluttered noise jumped to my ear.

A woman runs with a hiccups phone call and materials.

Not many people, but they were full of energy.

"Oh, um..."

And I spoke out in a very reluctant manner.

Five minutes earlier than the time promised.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Only voices can be heard from where.

There's a partition just to the right of the entrance, and there's a voice behind it.

When I checked the back, there was a guy with long hair sitting slapping on the computer.

"That's it, that... that's Cotto's introduction, right?"

Koto is probably talking about Mr. Harp Painting.

"No more scrubbing... I'm not waiting..."

The man hits the keyboard.

Long, supple fingers.

He wears blue-framed glasses, looks young, but is quite old.

"Yes, hello"

And just turn your face against me.

He's like a real face laughing.

Aloha shirt with wrinkles and beige half trousers.

"Shut up... Truth, tea"

"Do it yourself"

"Oh, boy."

I slipped into the chair at the table behind the tension.

Just a man in an Aloha shirt.

"Wait a minute...... oh, can I have some tea?

"Oh, yes."

When I stood up, there was no longer an Aloha shirt man as it was.

I don't know where I am.

"Go ahead."

and an Aloha shirt man showed up with tea.

When I say tea, it's a pet bottle of tea, and there's no cup.

"So, if you... uh... of Koto's apprentice..."

"It's Okaya. Yukiaki Okaya"

"Yes, yes, Happy Ming. I'm Makoto Takamizawa. Editorial director here."

It's a piece of noun out of my pocket, and I'll give it to you.

I received it with both hands and checked the kanji of my name.

"Let me see, the one Cotto sent me"

"Yep..."

"I think it's good. Yeah, awesome."

"Really?

It was something I had no idea about.

He manipulated my computer and apparently put my picture on the screen.

"A month from now, we're going to have a summer contest in a magnificent building."

"I know."

"In the meantime, I meant I want you to put it out for me..."

"Looks like it."

Again, Takamizawa said after looking at the computer screen.

"Probably not at all"

"Huh?"

"No, I don't think your sensibility is bad, as Cotto says... because it's so honest and nothing manipulative... but it is."

And when I cut the words, Takamizawa looked at me with a smile on her face.

"These pictures are common, aren't they? Nature and animals, they all want to take pictures. So if you're just a little tasteful, there's nothing you can do. I don't have the skills, especially in your case."

"That's right."

It was strange.

I feel terribly sorry for myself.

"If we could get as many pictures as Koto, we'd be talking differently."

I can't do that.

I don't know how the picture of him is amazing.

But while I'm amateur, my heart dances when I see a picture of Mr. Harp Painting.

"So I don't think the concourse will pass..."

"Really?"

"This photo..."

"What can I do?

This was the first time I had done this.

I don't particularly like pictures.

And a picture of the cat was taken for the material.

But Mr. Harp told me to take my picture. [M]

I've never been serious about the future.

That's why I didn't want to easily throw away what I could have been admitted to.

"You compete in another photo... Summer is the theme, so it doesn't have to be just nature or animals, bugs, streets, that's what people are like"

Mr. Takamizawa stood up.

"I'm busy with this... let me see it again"

"Oh, yes."

"I have my address on my business card, so will you send me some data there? Right...... send it back in a week. You can't surprise me."

"What's that?

I hear this was really Takamizawa's smile.

When my mouth was ripped open, I said.

"You can take whatever you want. The best thing you're feeling right now. I don't want to, but I can get that feeling in the picture."

Without being dropped off, I left behind a "magnificent building".

I'll report to Mr. Harp Painting on the phone.

"Ma, like that, it didn't work at all"

"Huh? What are you saying? Takamizawa is famous in the industry, and it's hard to meet him."

"That's because Mr. Harp Painting said so"

'Of course you are... but I can't believe you give me that much advice. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to try my best to cry, almost paying for the front door! It was meant to make me think,'

Terrible.

But they're soaking each other.

"I won't cry... but I thought I'd try my best."

Soon afterwards I called Mia. [M]

"Photos?"

"Yes, I want you to let me take it..."

Takamizawa told me to take whatever I wanted.

What I like about them is that they think of me.

In that case, it was in my natural order to ask Mia first.

Mia replied for no reason.

"Fine."

"Huh? Are you sure?

"Fine... maybe it's the first time you've been asked to do it by Lucky."

It's close to the day we all go to the villa.

I also want to go shopping for ingredients, so I decided to meet her the day after tomorrow.