The trip, which was scheduled for two or three nights, was extended by the happenings for another night.
After a slow day, Misaki-san seems to be doing a lot better.
Really, I'm glad Misaki's okay.
But Misaki-san says she'll stay here until she gets back to the book.
"Guys, I'm so sorry I bothered you because of my carelessness"
"I can't believe that's annoying..."
"That's right. Misaki is safe."
The men also nod to agree with us.
Misaki-san's face is distorted by how we look like that.
Misaki-san leans down for just a moment and immediately looks up. Misaki-san smiles and says thanks.
I guess I enjoyed not showing tears.
We were dropped off by Misaki-san and stood at Misaki-san's villa.
At that time, I saw how Heitare and Misaki-san were doing, but they didn't seem to change.
You kicked us out. You're a real jerk.
When I sent my contempt gaze, I shook my body in a hectic way.
What do you say, my absolute zero glance?
Villain warrant ladies should be cold enough to turn bright blue too!
On the move, while the men were flourishing, the vegetables asked in a whisper.
"Hey, did you hear that? He said he was coming back."
"No way...... you know?
"Yes, it is. I think I'll be back soon. I know I won't see you, but Rinhua won't see you?
"I don't know..."
"Well, I know it's gonna be extra hard from now on, but good luck with that, huh?
"Vegetables, you think they're totally other people, don't you?
"Haha. Split?"
The vegetables tongue out adorably.
You can't be deluded that you did such a cute trick!
"Let me know if anything happens. Because if it's about talking about stupidity or something, I can ask."
"Yeah, I'm counting on you"
I smiled.
Right. He's coming back...
It's been six years. When will you be back?
I looked out the window.
Then nothing happened and the summer vacation passed.
Misaki-san seems to be feeling better.
When I went to see her, Misaki, the same as before, greeted me with a smile.
Looks like I'm feeling better, I'm really relieved.
And that's when Misaki-san reported to me a little embarrassed.
"Lately, it's kind of weird. Oh, that's not weird, is it? However, you say you've become kinder than before...... I wonder what happened."
Ho ho. Heckle seems to be doing some good too.
I smiled without saying anything extra and just stopped saying, "Well, it is".
You can't fool Misaki-san by saying weird things.
Hang in there on your own, you hecklehead.
The fun summer vacation is over in no time, and the second semester begins.
It is time to decide on the way forward.
I like to teach people, so I want to join a faculty licensed department.
Well, I'll put aside whether or not I'll actually be a teacher.
It's something I need to discuss with my parents.
Two semester start-up ceremonies, kind of noisier classrooms than usual.
I don't know what the hell is going on, but when I ask my friends, they apparently have a transfer student coming into this class.
It seems that the integration exam is difficult, but he seems to be a strong man who easily broke through that integration exam.
Mm-hmm. You're going to be my competitor. You won't lose the test.
When I was secretly burning my fighting spirit, my tenure came in.
What about serving in our class as a teacher at a rich school? I am a teacher who dresses and has an atmosphere that makes me want to.
But this teacher, the class is funny. I'm in charge of history, but the class is easy to understand and has a good idea that I won't get tired of.
Contrary to appearance, the willingness to class is tremendous.
But something other than class, especially HR, is drastically reduced in its willingness, and it's flawed in the balls that makes it so appropriate.
After attending the meeting as he liked, he said he would introduce the transfer student in a voice as he liked it.
The class squirms.
You're a transfer student. What kind of kid?
When the director said "come in," people came in with a stiff move.
I saw women breathing everywhere like they didn't think.
What came in was a boy with a nostalgic look on his pale brown saggy hair with strange black eyes that, depending on the addition and subtraction of light, looked beautifully.
Tall is low.
I looked familiar in his face.
"Uh, nice to meet you. This is Yabuki Kite, from Italy. I was in Japan until before I went to secondary school, so Japanese is fine. Oh, and this hair is ground hair. Because my father is Italian, it's because of that. Best regards,"
He closed his greeting with a nostalgic smile.
Quite a few girls blush.
I decided to look away from him.
I don't want to get involved.
But such a wish of mine is shattered by his energetic weather words.
"Ah! Lynn! It's Lynn!! I haven't changed. Long time no see! It's me, you know?
He approaches me with a full smile.
The gaze of the whole class gathers at me.
Ugh, my gaze, it hurts...
"Kai... Long time no see"
I noticed and looked at him directly in the face.
He looks happy with his dad and hugs me.
"Long time no see! I missed you, Lynn!
He kisses my cheek all the time.
Oh, it's his bad habit. This is not Italy. A kiss to the cheek is not a greeting.
That's how I've said it many times for a long time, and I'm not trying to fix it, he is.
That place is no different than it used to be.
He, Yabuki Kite, is my other childhood friend.
And even troublemakers, there are.
My high school life, once again I have a feeling there's going to be a turbulence.