Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

Early June - At this time of gradual transition to the sweaty season, physical education festivals are held at the schools attended by Zhou.

High school sports festivals are more of an atmosphere, such as on the extended lines of classes, rather than a soothing event, such as an elementary or secondary sports event, and there is little for fathers and brothers to come to watch.

Still, some students are regarded as enthusiastic because it is an event when it comes to a handful of events. Especially the junior classmates in the athletic department thought it was a chance to show their abilities to their advisors, or they were strained.

Conversely, many students belonging to the Ministry of Culture do not really feel comfortable.

It is also the latter part of the perimeter of the home office.

"Dull."

Zhou secretly laughs bitterly when he hears a student in the same tent whining small.

He has a cool face because Zhou is not in the mood either, but he is not so much as a face that he is obviously unmotivated.

Fortunately, the first desire to compete passed, so they were not supposed to compete in events like running around in vain. If you were to run around, it would be like a horseback riding battle in which all the boys are precisely involved.

"You don't like Fujimiya. I was wondering if you really didn't like it."

The side of the gate in the tent assigned to the same red group looks unexpectedly at the surrounding face.

"Well I hope so, and I don't hate it that much this time just because I have free time. Well, I think it's easier to study."

"I think that's unusual..."

"Fujimiya doesn't seem to be good at exercising instead of excelling in terms of study. I don't have a choice."

Zhou couldn't deny laughing bitterly at Shu, who was listening nearby.

Well, actually it is, so there's no point in denying it, but it's still a complicated mood to be pointed out by people.

I remember the sentiment that I appreciate the assessment that I excel in my studies and that it looks like that from others, but I still can't help but admire the literary martial arts.

"I figured I should exercise regularly. I take walks and run lightly."

"I could have jogged with Fujimiya if I was close to home."

"You can't keep up with the speed and strength of the gateway."

"That's right. I don't remember trying to do that, Yuta. Yours isn't jogging, it's running."

Apparently, Kyou had dated a jog by the gate, and he had a laid back look.

By the way, he's not in the athletic department system, he's in the cultural department, and he belongs to the astronomical department. It's called a skinny, small body or white skin that can be considered luxurious. It doesn't have the appearance of being able to exercise very much.

Even so, I can't say all about it because a luxurious, small midday does the bursting exercise.

"No, I think Fujimiya can go. I don't think I'm tired of marathons."

"Think about when you're old. Some strength building is routine, but you're no match for the physical system."

"I'm thinking about you now after I'm old..."

"Fujimiya is a weird one. No, should I say it's funny"

"Is that praiseworthy"

Shu is an honest and honest man with an honest personality, but his words are straight... terminal and not reluctant, because he was involved and understood.

"I think it's a compliment for once, maybe."

"Bye, thanks"

"You're welcome."

"What is this exchange..."

It was a nine-fold one that did not try to hide the scorn, but there was no such thing as ridicule, and it was merely scornful.

It also smiles slightly, I can see colors like that, so it wouldn't just mean on the surface.

"Fair enough. 'Cause it's normal for Ichiya to be natural.

"I don't think I'm natural..."

"All I don't know is who I am. Don't worry about Ichiya. You stay where you are."

"Mm, do you?

To Shu, who is not going to pursue it any further with a light conviction, Zhou looks at the ground as he groans, "Is that okay..."

In the ground, the players were walking short distances.

I would walk a hundred meters depending on the length of the truck. It seems the first runner is over, and the second runner is starting to line up.

The second runner seemed to be a group of women, and even our army had a bunch of women who seemed to be fast on their feet.

Some girls have familiar red tea hair.

"That, a thousand years old was fast legged"

"Oh, Mr. White River is fast. When I was in middle school, I was in shore."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Looks like I didn't get in high school. He said it's hard to rub it with senior members of the department."

"Should I go into the premise that I can rub it"

"Ya, yeah. There are circumstances to this... well, I guess I'm tired of punishing you."

"... tired?

"Mr. White River had a twist on dating a tree. Somehow, yeah, there's a senior on shore who likes trees."

"Uh, I guessed."

Now is the time for the two to be a couple admitted during the school year, but I heard from him that in middle school, before dating, the tree had attacked him violently at the age of a thousand.

He said he had a slightly cooler personality than he had now, and it took him a lot of time to go out with him to dictate his thousand-year-old.

If the seniors in the department who fall in love with the tree were watching it, it's not hard to imagine rubbing it.

"He decided not to go into the club because of the stigma and all that. But, you know, I think I like to run, and sometimes I see you running."

The house is a neighborhood, he added, and the doorstep laughs and looks at the thousand years old who took the crowding start position.

Even from Zhou, close to the amateur, the thousand-year-old posture is what went into the hall, and even seems beautiful.

Her expression in the distance was not always unyielding like a joke and laugh, but sharp with seriousness.

The sound of an empty cannon echoes through the ground.

At that moment, it was a thousand years old who moved faster than anyone else.

Running out on a form that said whoever saw it was mouth to mouth, she even pulled out the active shore affiliated girl and that's what runs like the wind.

It flows back so that soft hair is left behind, and the body just comes forward. Strongly grounded feet were headed for goal faster than the rest of the players.

The more beautiful she looked, the more goal-taped she noticed.

Thousands of years running through the course before anyone else, red group with the best flag...... I'm laughing to see this one.

Waving the flag satisfactorily even made me feel smiled.

Thousands of years old, returning after a hundred-meter walk, are proudly chested.

"I'm home. Were you watching?

"I was watching. I was watching. That was fast."

"Wow, thanks!

"Right. It still feels good to watch the White River run"

Zhou also praises Zhou for being "tired, you were fast" at a thousand years of praise and pleasure from the two current athletics affiliates.

In fact, I was unexpectedly scared that it was fast, but if you're a thousand years old, you seem to have no feelings for it. "Ah, it was fun," he laughs relaxed.

The unusual lack of nervousness from hitting him while he was running seemed to be a thousand years old, and Zhou relaxed his cheeks in relief.

"But the White River is as fast as ever."

"Heh, that's because I make training my routine. Not as fast as I was in active duty on a boulder."

Apparently I am surprised because I was in middle school faster than this. The periphery of the circumference was as much as I envied it as a mediocre circumference, as there were many people with some superior physical abilities, brain surfaces, etc.

Shu was in the same middle school as the Gateside guys, but he's still surprised at this speed even though he doesn't belong on shore.

"I always wonder, why so fast. Will low surface area still considerably reduce wind resistance?"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Where's the surface area?"

"Hmm? Talking about height."

What else could it be? Thousands frowned at Shu, who saw Thousands with pure eyes.

This would be more out of shame on me than out of anger. You must have thought they were talking about your physique.

Thousands of years old, by the way, aren't as small as midday, but I can't even say they're tall.

A slightly higher average for women, but not that high for athletes.

On top of that, I guess Shu was surprised at that speed because he was either skinny and not in athletic shape.

I can't feel anything else from how he is, so a thousand years old just totally quickened.

You blew yourself up, Mr. White River.

"Mako, shut up"

Zhou smiled small and bitterly at her as she sat on the side with her cheeks blushing and slapping Kyou's back.