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Qingshi entered the Yuanhua Middle School Library for the first time today.

Together with Chiaki, Micah and Kaori, he came to attend a study session conducted by the theatre department.

By the time we arrived, a number of theatre department members had arrived.

Chiaki greeted them and gave a brief introduction to both sides.

At this point, Qingshi discovered a handsome boy with light blue curly hair who looked pale and slightly depressed.

He measured the boy to make sure that the minister was the one who played "Prince Ice” during the school festival, in the auditorium of the theatre department.

At that time, the boy was very spiritual, the performance was very good, although not comparable to the thousand autumns, but also excellent at the high school level.

And now it's like this... What's going on?

At this time, Chiaki introduced the boy and said his name was "The wind is far away”.

“Kazama, aren't you feeling well?” Chiaki also noticed the boy's anomaly and asked with concern.

“I'm fine... I'm just a little sleepy, don't worry about it.” The wind smiled slightly, "he said.

Just “a little sleepy”? Qingshi was suspicious.

Chiaki didn't seem to believe much, but he obviously didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask much.

After the introduction, both sides greeted each other and sat down together.

After a while, the theatre department members arrived, and Vice-Minister Ogata Sinai came.

Under Sinai's "ghost” atmosphere repression, the ministers studied honestly and honestly. If you have any questions, ask them.

The only thing I'm not learning is Qingshi.

He wrote a novel in a book. In order not to affect the surrounding atmosphere, let the textbooks pretend to be learning.

half an hour passed.

As Qing Shi was immersed in the plot, he suddenly heard a "flutter” sound.

“Classmate Kazama!” There was a shock.

Qingshi looked up and saw the wind fall far on the floor.

Sinai walked up to him, kneeling down and asking him to look at the situation.

Others, as well as Qingshi and others, watched with concern.

“Kazama's brother fainted... and needs to be taken to the infirmary.” Sinai was worried.

“Let me do it.” Qingshi stood up.

As the tallest and most physically fit man in the room, he took the task for granted.

With the help of Sinai and Chiaki, he carried the wind away and quickly walked to the infirmary. And two young girls followed him.

……

“He should be overworked. ”

“Overworked? ”

“Well, physical fatigue and reluctance to move led to fainting.” The maple dance said to Qingshi three people, "It's no big deal, you'll wake up after a break. ”

The minister was fine and Sinai, the deputy minister, was relieved.

Thousand Autumns also showed reassuring expression.

“Why is Kazama overtired?” Qing Shi is a little curious.

“I don't know... when I saw him yesterday, I thought he looked a little wrong, and he was still normal last week. ”

Chiaki said, then looked at Sinai.

“Deputy Minister, you know what? ”

Sinai shook her head.

“I'll just stay here and keep my brother in the wind. Go back and study. ”

She glanced at the clerk lying in bed and looked at Qingshi.

“Mr. Harano, thank you for your hard work. ”

“You're welcome, Mrs. Weaver. ”

Qingshi and Chiaki left the infirmary.

The two returned to the library and told the others about the distant situation.

Relax, everyone.

Then some members, like Qingshi, were curious as to why the wind was too tired to fall down.

“Did Kazama go to work hard? ”

“If so, what worked so hard? Why did he go to work? ”

“Could something have happened at home? ”

“Doesn't feel like it. ”

Members discuss spiritedly.

If Sinai was here, it would be repressive at this time, but she was still in the infirmary.

“Humph... it seems I'm the only one who knows the truth. ”

A slightly shorter, red-haired boy gestured in a forceful manner, speaking in a low tone.

Everybody looks at him.

Qingshi recognized his voice at this time, this is the school festival performance, read the narrative.

“Nakajima, you know? ”

“Well, Mr. Windmill's mysterious death mystery, I've seen it through. ”

“Don't just kill someone, he's not dead! ”

“Let me unravel the secret chamber for you now. ”

“Where's the secret room? ”

“The murderer who killed Kazama is actually among us! ”

“The murderer is a ghost! Stop acting like a detective!! ”

Well, theater people do play.

Seiji watched the scene and revealed a smile.

Funny wave, after selling Guan, Nakajima finally said the “truth”.

“Kazama had a girlfriend from a foreign school last week. ”

“Girlfriend?”

“Outside school? ”

“Well, that's what I learned by eavesdropping on his conversation with Sawai. ”

“Sneaking around!? ”

“And then this past weekend, I stumbled across the street and watched Kazama and a beautiful girl hang out very intimately, and followed them. ”

“Still tracking!? ”

“The girl was very proactive and Kazama was the attacked party. I followed them for a short time and saw them kissing, but they didn't bring their cell phones, so I couldn't film them. ”

“Still want to shoot!? You've had enough! ”

“At the positive level of the girl, Kazama must have been overwhelmed, so... he will be overtired! ”

The red-haired boy named Nakajima is a resolute and decisive man.

All: “……"

“You've been talking about Huang Duanzi for half a day!!” Several men threw up loud and loud.

“No, it's the truth! Dark and brutal truth.” Nakajima's face is deep and reveals a touch of pain.

“For those of us who are single, this is… unbearable. ”

Again, everyone: "……"

“cough cough. ”

Chiaki's voice rang out.

“Gentlemen, stop it and continue your studies.” She was calm.

Everyone listened to each other, studied hard, and stopped talking about it.

……

Qingshi received a call from Editor Yoshizawa.

“Your short story has been well received and ranked sixth among readers' response statistics so far! ”

“Sixth place…”

“This is a very good title for a short novel written by a purely new person.” The female editor's voice spoke earnestly.

“Such a good ranking is enough to change to standard length, the standard for publishing a single volume. ”

Single line! Qingshi raised his eyebrows.

“Do you mean that? Write ‘Die If You Don't Become Handsome’ as a Standard Page for Publishing. ”

“This is an attractive proposal.” Qingshi thought about it and said.

“But I have a book that I want to publish more, which I'm working on right now. ”

“I'm confident this work is better than ‘handsome’! It's not finished yet, but it's almost there. ”

“The part that has already been written would like to show the editor Yoshizawa to take a look at it and give it a review. I'm sure you'll feel the same way when you see it! ”

silent over the phone for a while.

“If that's what you say, I'll take a look... what's the name of this piece? ”