"Didi! Didi!"

Shiro Watanabe reached out from the quilt, turned off the noisy alarm clock, and lay in the quilt for ten seconds before sitting up from the bed.

It was 7:15 am on Thursday.

After brushing your teeth with half-closed eyes, washing your face, putting on a white shirt and trousers, putting on a tie in front of the mirror, putting on a suit uniform that you haven't used to, and keeping it open, this is more handsome.

In fact, I am tired of tying buttons every day, and I feel restrained and not free.

Toru Watanabe began to miss his hometown where the bus was traveling every two hours. He only needed to wear a shirt for his school uniform, and tie or something, which he could use as a rope after he was sent.

Stepping on his schoolbag and carrying the garbage, Toru Watanabe went out.

If I remember correctly, his tie should have been tied to the old well in the backyard and throwing the garbage into the trash can, he suddenly thought.

When I just woke up, Shiro Watanabe's thoughts were always unable to concentrate, and he thought about messy things, and sometimes he could even remember the experiences he thought he had forgotten a long time ago.

“Ah~”

While yawning, I swiped my card to enter the station and took the tram at 7:30.

Get off at Shitani Station and Toru Watanabe walked on a longer uphill road to Kaguawa High School.

Although Tokyo is located at the southern end of the Kanto Plain and close to Tokyo Bay, there are many uphill and downhills of all sizes.

The vine-like weed-like thoughts began to think randomly again. He thought of the beautiful girl Kiyono Rin in the Human Observation Department. She was just like her breasts. She said there was something, and she said there was nothing, and she didn't seem to be nothing.

Shiro Watanabe shook his head and interrupted his thoughts of not knowing where to go.

When I walked to the school gate, a team of guys wearing sportswear, arranged neatly, shaved heads, shouting slogans and running around the school.

The last person in the team gave a charming look at Toru Watanabe, which was Kuroi Shuai.

"Shenchuan"

"come on!"

"Shenchuan"

"come on!"

Watanabe Toru stood there and gave a solemn and eye-catching ceremony to the passionate and inspiring high school life.

"Good morning, Watanabe classmate!"

"Good morning."

On the way to the teaching building from the school gate, girls in class who were wearing bows and pleated skirts greeted him from time to time.

After all, he is third in the grade and looks very outstanding. If his family is not poor, he would have received twice as many love letters every week.

Tsuku Watanabe threw the indoor shoes on the ground, stuffed his feet in, and put the pink letter paper from unknown origin in the cabinet into his schoolbag.

He had no trouble with the love letter, but suddenly had a new feeling: It would be a scumbag, and he would agree to a few girls and always meet the conditions that would be accepted, thus earning a lot of points.

When we arrived at the classroom, it was still early before class time at 8:30, Tori Watanabe was devoted to writing the unfinished contributions yesterday.

"It's so early today!" Saito Kesuke, who came late, walked in.

Seeing him writing something, he asked, "Have you finished your homework? Do you want to borrow my copy?"

"No, it's a contribution to the literary and artistic club."

"You are actually interested in this kind of thing? Let me guess." Saito Esuke put his schoolbag in his seat and sat on a classmate's chair who had not yet arrived in front of Toru Watanabe's desk. "Will there be a cash reward after the submission be accepted?"

"There is no such good thing, and it's better to make money by writing articles than to make money by working part-time."

"Then... have you joined the Literature and Art Department? Submission is an introductory assessment of the Literature and Art Department!"

“It’s not a writer’s organization somewhere.”

"Why?" Saito Esuke patted his head, and suddenly made a flash of inspiration, saying with great confidence: "I was asked by Teacher Koizumi!"

"Is this matter at her?"

Sesuke Saito gave up: "Why is that? Are you broken?"

"That's right." Watanabe Tsubaki directly crossed out the wrong words with a stroke, "It's just someone else."

"Have you finally got to this point?"

Saito Kesuke picked up Toru Watanabe's rubber, took off the packaging shell, exposed the white rubber, and placed it vertically on the table of Kuroi Shu on his right hand.

Shiro Watanabe looked up at his rubber like a white bouquet: "Saito, you are not far away."

"Are you lying?"

"I, Watanabe, never lie."

After the joke ended, Watanabe Toru joined the Human Observation Department and was asked to contribute to the Literary and Art Club.

"Rin Kiyono?!"

Saito Esuke's voice was loud, and Tsuku Watanabe asked subconsciously: "Do you know me?"

"I know each other. By the way, is there anyone else in Kaguawa High School who doesn't know her?"

"I'm the one in front of you."

"Watanabe, you?" Saito Esuke wanted to speak but stopped.

Watanabe Shiro didn't know what he meant, and was implying that he was not a human?

Forget it, he cares more about what ends the last sentence of the submission than these.

Saito Esuke took the rubber back, threw it in his hand, and said:

"The Flower of Takayama refers to Rin Kiyono himself. Although we, Kagua, have no such thing as the school beauty, but who is the most beautiful is this lady."

"So great, why haven't you heard from Guojing before?"

"Who dares to talk about her at school? And it's useless to talk about it. That kind of person is too far away from us." Saito Kesuke showed a regretful and low smile.

As long as you leave kindergarten, humans will more or less begin to consciously classify themselves: poor people will feel inferior when facing rich people, ugly people will not dare to pursue good-looking people, etc.

Saito Esuke's loss was only a moment and he quickly recovered: "But Watanabe, do you dare to approach her on your own initiative?!"

"I just wanted to leave early."

"Stop pretending, tell me secretly, are you already in love with her at first sight? Although I think it's impossible, I will still cheer you up in my heart!"

"Whatever you want."

"Then I'll tell you about her information!" Saito Kesuke lowered his voice, "Her family."

Toru Watanabe looked at the blue sky outside the window, and the tip of his pen was on the paper.

"ah."

Sesuke Saito stopped talking: "What's wrong?"

"Thinking."

"What?"

To the end of the text that Watanabe adds a haiku with a high spirit:

"The grass in my courtyard will sprout again, and the infinite world will be green."

After the morning class, Watanabe Tetsu went to the art club after dinner and was about to hand over the first draft directly.

The Literature and Art Department does not leave much space for people to move around, but the things that occupy other places are bookshelves and windows, with various books and certificates displayed in different categories.

Unlike the human observation department, all the items placed in irrelevant, they can even be said to be garbage.

Toru Watanabe looked at himself reflected in the window. It seemed that the Literature and Art Department paid great attention to hygiene and cleaning, at least the glass was wiped cleanly.

"Please tell me about my name, class, and the type of work."

"I participated in the name of a club, named Watanabe Toru, the type of work..." Watanabe Toru recalled the place where the article I saw in the library was published in the publication: "Prose."

"Okay, please give me the manuscript, and what is the name of the club?"

"Human Observation Department." Toru Watanabe handed over the manuscript.

"Human Observation Department?" The registered art and art department member subconsciously repeated this sentence, seeing Toru Watanabe's eyes become bad.

"Sure enough, the same virtue as that person!"

"That person is fine, this guy dares to send the manuscript directly!"

"Is it fair to have such a club that actually allows such a group to exist?!"

The "whisper" behind him with a large volume made Watanabe care a little.

What's wrong with the Human Observation Department? Didn't the submission be posted by the Literary and Art Club itself? Or was it that Kiyono relied on privileges to create a club, which made these "scholars" of the Literary and Art Club unable to bear it?

If it is the last reason, he will stand with the "people".

"Name?" the person in charge of registration stared at him fiercely.

"Didn't you say that, Watanabe Toru."

"The name of the article!"
To be continued...