Too strong a light of day plunges into the school building to say it's warm, and the summer is finally coming to fruition.
With that, the students were also rising in tension with their right shoulders up.
Summer is proof that's all that matters to students.
On the other hand, however, teachers also feel discouraged.
It's a long holiday for students, but it doesn't matter because the teachers are socialites.
I have work to do even if my students don't come.
I can't help but admire the repeated souls of the company every day.
If I can do it, I want to live my whole life in a muddy house.
But it is also common for the world not to allow it.
Next year, that is, at this time of third grade, exams are imminent in front of us.
Naturally, I'm not sure I can enjoy my summer life with less time to play and less pressure in front of me.
Wouldn't sophomores, one year after enrollment and complete relationships around them, be the most enjoyable school year for summer vacations?
However, many students push and kill the temptation to play and study in advance for summer courses and so on during their sophomore summer holidays.
That way we can also live at some leisure this time next year.
At the moment, there were students around who were talking the same story.
"I have accommodation for summer classes."
"I'm staying at my place for three days."
What kind of punishment is staying in a summer course?
Do you think I should do everything with a sleepover?
Because concentration and motivation decrease over time, it is said that studying efficiently in a short time is the right way to study in a true home.
But I spend my summer vacation watching TV in a cooler room.
I'm not leaving the house.
Even if I leave, I only shop, so I make up my mind.
But lately there are some verses I've decided but haven't been able to make it happen, so I dare to make plans to get out of the house.
That could have the result of turning back and not being able to do anything.
Oh, my God, my head moves to nagging thoughts because, naturally, no one gathers near my seat.
They don't have enough students in this class to be friends, not even acquaintances, just to invite their classmates.
I was just invited, too, and I'm never going there, so there's no problem.
This is the right situation and the sight.
On the contrary, Yudo and Shizukuishi, who are in formation in the middle of the classroom, were being pursued in response to a summer vacation invitation.
Do it. Let's go to the movies, let's go to the amusement park, let's go to the summer shelter. Suggestions were thrown from all directions.
"... don't go out often in the heat like this"
The whining voice disappeared due to the story of the classroom and the noise from the outside.
From outside the window, Minmin and Cicada (Mi) are squeaking.
What kind of nutritional drink are you guys having?
At this time, in a classroom that is not equipped with air conditioning, just a few more days and the students will be able to make a chest jump to an upcoming major event, and the clock needle will move slightly.
In the meantime, next door, Kirasaka was dropping her gaze on a literary book that she brought in unchanged in phase.
It's a fucking hot class, and one of us is reading it cool.
Looking at that in his spare time, Kirasaka shrugged whether he noticed it or knew it from the beginning.
"It's hot... plus if I can turn a hot gaze from next door, I'm gonna have heat stroke too"
"It's okay, because you don't get heat stroke from human gaze"
Is there any laser out of my sight?
In a look that doesn't fit for words, it's as if it's unconvincing.
I tried to get out of sight of her, but the conversation continues.
"I'm just checking... it's only 17: 00 on the clockbench for the weekend."
"Don't make up your mind about my plans... you haven't promised me anything for the weekend"
The brain calendar doesn't have any plans filled in.
I mean, you're supposed to be at peace at home.
Quickly deny what Kirasaka said as if it had been predetermined.
I guess she had my response largely predicted, too, never even moved her gaze.
But the next word was directed at someone who wasn't me.
"No, Kanzaki-san."
"Cha-jun! You were free for the weekend, weren't you!?
... That's crazy.
Until just a moment ago, Shizuku, who should have been surrounded by students at the center of the class, is now laying his hands on my desk and glancing forward.
Besides, this kid trivially said to me, "You're free for the weekend anyway, right?" I made a statement that seemed to contain a sexual connotation.
Shizuku said the words that would also be at the heart of this story before he heard my answer.
"Let's go to the fireworks show!
Fireworks show….
Summer has finally arrived in this rural town.