The second night of the study trip.
Under the moon-lit night sky, the students of Sakura no Hill School gather in an outdoor cooking area created in a cottage of new places to stay.
Last supper, barbecue.
We all know that when the sun rises in the morning, we will return to our familiar land.
That's why I have a grin on my expression so that I can enjoy the last moment.
The faculty also left it to the students to miss out on some of the acts they would normally be cautious about.
One of the crew was on fire as they were in a good mood to prepare the ingredients.
With his gaze toward the burning flames, his peace of mind rises into his chest feeling like he had visited a place far from the hustle and bustle.
Light a fire in a strange land, really survival and good.
Whatever, I want you to be sure to incorporate it into your upcoming tour of Okinawa.
Survival people never get together.
To the bottom of the brochure, if you could write my name down, that would be fine, thank you.
Oh, my God, I throw in a tree that I was running out of thinking about kidding.
It's a simple task, but it's also easy to figure out which position to throw in when you're as skilled as I am to efficiently burn a flame.
Maybe I can be a survival boy.
As we work in silence, the sound of stepping over gravel crosses the students' cheers and reaches their ears.
I never looked back, just my eyes looking forward.
Because of his short temper, his voice, which he began to hear for a long time, was spun with a small amount of voice.
"True Good, can I help you with something?
Next door, look sideways at the palace crouching down while suppressing the skirt of your dressed personal clothes at your place of stay.
"... don't you have to mix it up over there?
Turn your neck back just a little bit and see the direction the students flock to.
The central members of the fun noisy class are unaware that Miyashita has left the side.
She, too, may be quite an excellence at using misdirections.
But Miyashita had a different air than those classmates.
"Because now, it's not that air"
Pick the twig that was placed at your feet with your fingertips and throw it into the fire.
The leaves on the branches wrap around the flames, increasing the firepower only for a moment, but that's also a small thing.
Very similar to people's emotions.
It burns in an instant, and it cools down.
"Sorry to bother you with all this"
"You can talk about it now, because I've decided to help myself."
How many times have you apologized?
I've already run out of words to give back. Did she know that too? She smiles naturally when she hears my response.
But it just seemed a little tense.
The reason is also immediately followed.
"Tomorrow, I called Ohara on the roof of the airport... and I wanted to tell Makoto."
Miyashita grips her hand hard if she's nervous.
Time does not stop, the moment and its moment approach.
Even if I know the answer, I can't hide the tension.
There were only a few words I could hang on her.
"Well... I hope it gets through well"
Small, squeaking without ever turning a gaze, Miyashita opens her mouth and turns her eyes to this one.
When uncomfortable, some interesting gaze is poured, they say next door to the potpourri.
"True goodness is surprisingly sweet... that's surprising"
... I'm sorry it was unexpected.
Not surprisingly, you don't think you realize my kindness around you, do you, yes?
I feel like I'm getting a glimpse of my kindness around not turning it down when I'm scheduling a school trip or for some reason, but...
Though I don't do it because the appeal of a good man is also white.
Couscous and the crowd intensifies further behind when there is zero laughter from next door.
If anything, the boys students I saw several times were making a scene.
"The last night of your school trip is a real conversation!
Near a table where two or three groups of students meet, one of the boys said.
The voice sounds and the surrounding students' consciousness turns to you.
It's a situation where we haven't been able to determine exactly who said it, but the excitement increases.
This last night is the word that creates speciality in the word.
There are no students in front of the audience who deliberately make confessions to thinkers.
Why can't you see that?
In light-hearted terms, the fire stops easily on the oil poured.
Who will make the confession, you will, you will?
A pointless inquiry spreads across the board.
"What are you doing, those guys..."
"The boys are back on track..."
Turning a chilling glance and staring at the sight, Miyashita next door shudders at this as well.
I know someone who inevitably gets annoyed when an event occurs in this hand.
The gaze is not directed at the boys, but moves in the order of Shizukuishi, Kirasaka, and Yudo.
Shizukuisha must have figured something out, hiding in the shadows of the girls students in an uncomfortable way, and Kirasaka lightly proceeds to prepare the dinner she was given.
Yudo was craving the thriving students.
But the fire of the expectations of the students once lit won't go out.
Students in good shape dyed their hair on blonde hair also speak to Shizukuishi and Kirosaka.
"Kanzaki-san and Kirasaka-san, come to the center if you like!
At dinner, someone gets in the chair where they're supposed to sit, and they clap around and cheer up and synchronize as if they were representing the feelings of all the students.
Shizuku shakes his head small in the air as if saying no was a bad thing.
As for her, she denies it, but she grabs her hand and enters the center when she sees it as humble.
The next thing I know is my gaze at Kirasaka.
In the gaze of anticipation, she glanced with her frozen eyes.
There are no words, and I lower my enthusiasm a little around to a look that doesn't show any shards of interest.
Shizuku gently paid off the hand of the girl student whose footsteps had become heavy and rushed over to the desk in Kirasaka to escape.
I suppose you would say that you can't read the air in this situation.
The boy looks blatantly bored and the woman zeroes her sigh.
We keep it up ourselves, and if we act differently, we turn our eyes in a cool way.
So I can't tame students like them.
But it was also one of the central members of the class who changed the air like that.
"It's okay, Cai."
"Phew..."
Nakayama said toward the palace, stroking her flashly brightly dyed hair.
It's not a voice asking my friends to endorse me.
It's a provocative word.
To the words of Nakayama, which contained, the buzz around him, which was down, breathes back.
Students clapping their hands and gathering around the lower palace.
Her appearance, which should have been next door, quickly left.
Words that look around and say no have not reached the students.
The air I can't refuse strikes her.
……
I look at Nakayama, one of whom looks at me in an objective way.
Nakayama noticed this gaze and grinned like he laughed with his nose.
... daytime belly.
Hitting Miyashita, who had a monopoly on time with Yudo Ohara, without saying no to himself?
It's an easy thing to understand to get in the way...
Unconsciously, I realize that I almost turned to Shizukuishi and Kirosaka as if I were asking for help.
... This is what I started.
You can't cause them any more trouble.
Besides, I'm in the best position for this situation.
Whatever the three of them say, no matter how they act, they are taken humbly.
Easily rewritten for convenient information.
Then it cools down all at once that the ambient air is better for completely unrelated humans to take action.
Even if it's a bad flow, I follow it around because I value connectivity as a friend.
If you haven't had friends since the beginning, there's no such thing as a bad impression.
In the meantime, how do you gather consciousness?
This is probably the nastiest because I don't have a presence.
Not much praise, but take the pot and balls in your hand that you haven't used yet and beat the bottom with Cancun a few times.
A high voice sounds, and my consciousness pointing under the palace is pointed at me.
"Is that a confession you guys beautify on a daily basis a show or something?
When told, he steps back into the student's circle with the tools in his proper hands on the cooking table.
Hear the noise and get close to the place of the class where Koizumi and Miura look away, but that's also unnecessary.
Suddenly, nature and gaze crept into the students who began to say weird things.
"Memories, youth... it's not about me, and the sights from the outdoors will be fun"
The overlapping gaze comes off of me when I turn to the noise-generating boy student and tell him without including emotions.
Anything against the will of a group is an enemy, and in this case I am evil.
Absolute justice depends on the collective.
So this is the solo talk of a twisted outsider.
"You know there are heartbreaking people every time you confess...? Have you ever considered how it feels to be assured that effort is a talent...? Are you worried about treating anyone equally?
Signs of a school trip were placed on a desk set up near the students who walked over.
It says' Best Study Trip 'in Women's Letters.
Is this the finale of your best school trip?
That may also be a student-like sight.
Maybe it's me who should stop it.
"Don't talk to serious people, half of them playing..."
I am aware that it is a truly good statement.
Still, to the words I uttered, the air around me was completely cool.
I would be floating, too, so that when there is only one person in the play who is serious, he can see it floating.
It would be really ugly and embarrassing.
Still, I can hear zero voices from somewhere.
"What are you serious about, dude?"
There is one sphere in the universe after words.
Red, vegetables that would be ripe, tomatoes fly over here drawing beautiful parabolas.
If you're Yudo, I'm sure you'd say, "You can't if you make food crude," even if you catch it with one hand, dreadfully...
Unfortunately, I don't have enough reflex nerves to receive or avoid sudden flights.
Smaller and zero laughter from around him as he hit his head and splashed like bright red blood.
... yell at the tomato farmer, thinking about it, face in the direction he flew in.
"Was that fun...? I'm glad you made memories of your school trip."
The changed personal clothes are dyed red, the head is wet and the hair drips.
Shizukumi and Kirasaka rushed over when Koizumi and Miura saw me and scattered the students around them.
"Are you all right, Checkmate?
"You hit me brilliantly... stay still"
Without worrying about his hands getting dirty, Shizuku takes the pulp stuck to his head, and Kirasaka wipes it with a handkerchief.
But shake your head to the side and flip yourself.
"I'm going to take a shower... it'll be quicker."
Staying on the spot is only a negative effect.
I'll thank Koizumi and Miura later.
Of course, to them.
As you leave, you walk unintentionally through a painfully directed gaze of aversion, and a palace descends into your sight.
I'm sorry, the guilt was on that face.
"You made up your mind tomorrow... then don't worry about it"
In a dirty look, I just don't look good, no matter what you say.
Small, I saw Miyashita nodding, and the last night of the school trip for me closed the curtain.