My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 410 Good News in Mid-August

"Hey Miyamura, when are you going to change your tactics?"

Ayumi Ajitani pouted and turned her head away, "If this 'healing' continues like this, I'm almost numb!"

She cast a strange look at the person who was leaning to one side, propping up half their face while scrolling through videos on their phone.

As if he hadn't heard, Tsuna didn't even lift his head, his fingers still swiping across the screen.

Meanwhile, Nishikata and Takagi in the back row weren't listening to what Ayumi Ajitani was saying at all; their minds were completely on that '4 Lies' book.

Looking around, most of the students in the class had a copy of "Four Lies" on their desks, just like the two of them.

"Ayumi-chan, it's different. Although Tsuna dies in every book, the stories inside are full of surprises."

"Like 'Four Lies,' it tells... mmm!"

“Da me da me…!”

Before Shoko could even open her mouth and utter a few words, Ayumi Ajitani swiftly covered her mouth!
"Glass sauce!" Ayumi Ajitani still covered the other person's mouth, her voice muffled but urgent:
"I can complain all I want, but you can't spoil it for me! This has been my source of joy for the past few days!"

I'll be happy for a few days, then I'll feel terrible for several days, maybe even a week...

Seeing her best friend's hypocritical expression, Shoko rolled her eyes at her.

Unexpectedly, Ayumi Ajitani, upon seeing this, responded with a carefree, silly grin.

.........

Today is the second day of the new semester and the new class. Ms. Nanase organized a vote among the students to elect a class monitor.

She originally planned to let Ayumi Ajitani take the position directly, but she also had to consider the feelings of the new students.

So we've decided to just go through the motions!
The vast majority of students in the class were first-year students, so it's pretty clear who should be the class monitor, isn't it?
"It seems that Ajitani and I are quite destined for each other. Tanaka, do you think I can win Ajitani's heart this year?"

"Bei Ye..."

"What? What kind of look is that...? Can't you just say it directly? It's not like I can't handle it."

"Killing is illegal."

"...(Japanese swear words)"

"On another note! I actually think it would have been easier for Miyamura to win over the class president's heart even with Nishimiya by his side."

"...(Japanese swear words)"

As everyone knows, Japanese swear words are limited to a few phrases that aren't very offensive; when I write them down, I feel like they're just being coquettish...

"Kitano! Tanaka! Don't disrupt class! Stand outside the door!"

"..."

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"Dong dong dong...!"

A crisp "knock knock" interrupted the typing inside.

A brief response came from inside: "Come in."

Daio Miyamura's assistant pushed open the door and walked in, saying briefly, "Nishimiya, President Miyamura wants you to come over."

"Okay, please."

As she spoke, Yaeko Nishimiya typed the last key, deftly turned off the monitor, grabbed her laptop, and left the cramped office, taking the elevator straight to the fifth floor.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Please come in."

Yaeko Nishimiya pushed the door open and came in: "President, you wanted to see me?"

When her gaze fell upon the gentle smile on Miyamura Daio's face, the tension in her heart eased slightly.

It seems that the problem isn't related to work, nor is it a work-related issue.

Otherwise, President Miyamura wouldn't have that expression. "Relax, I'm not here on official business."

With a gentle smile, Miyamura Daio stood up, walked around the desk, and led her towards the sofa as he continued:

"I have good news to tell you."

He gestured for Yaeko Nishimiya to sit on the sofa, then sat down opposite her, poured her a glass of water, and told her to relax.

"good news?"

Nishimiya Yaeko was taken aback, then as if she had suddenly caught a possible clue, her eyes flashed with light: "Wait! Could it be...??"

“Yes,” Miyamura Daio, clearly expecting her to guess correctly, nodded calmly and explained gently:
"The time has been set. It will be in mid-August this year. That expert will come here for academic exchanges. I have already sent someone to make contact and coordinate."

“I think it’s best to tell you this first, and then you can pass it on to Shoko later,” said Daio Miyamura.

Upon hearing this, Yaeko Nishimiya subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips damp with the tears welling up in her eyes.

My heart softened, and I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

She was naturally relieved that there was finally hope for her daughter's ear to be cured, but then she thought about Shoko's future... no, there's no need to think about the future.

After more than a decade of living and working together, Shoko had long regarded the Miyamura family as her home.

The warmth of the Miyamura family has long made them regard each other as irreplaceable family.

Seeing her like this, Miyamura Daio said nothing more, silently handed her a tissue, and quietly left the office.

He could clearly see that the heavy pressure on Nishimiya Yaeko had been ever-present since the moment Shoko was diagnosed with her hearing impairment.

This heavy pressure accumulated day by day, yet there was no outlet for it.

Only by throwing herself into work can she find a moment to breathe amidst the busyness, for the sake of her family and her two daughters.

Now, the boulder that had been weighing on my heart is finally showing signs of loosening.

Perhaps this time, her shoulders, which have been tense for so many years, can finally relax a bit and catch her breath.

The door closed gently, giving her a moment of peace as a mother to sort out her thoughts.

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In the evening, both families heard the good news and were genuinely happy for Shoko.

Shizuka Miyamura was overjoyed and immediately began making arrangements:
"Alright! Let's make the celebration dinner arrangements! Tomorrow night at six, at Futaba Restaurant, it's on me, and nobody's allowed to miss it!"

Both mothers got drunk at that meal, and it was Miyamura Daio who had no choice but to clean up the mess.

…………

"Sana, I peeled an apple, come out and have some?" Her mother's voice came through the door.

"No, Mom! I'm reading, I don't want to eat right now!"

Gao Mutou didn't even look up before loudly replying, his gaze immediately returning to the slightly damp 'Four Lies' spread out on the table.

In this room filled with girlish charm, the ugly, somewhat jarring doll next to the bedside stands out from the rest of the room.

If Shoko and the others were there, they would definitely recognize it at a glance. It was the doll that Nishikata bought for Tsuna during the school trip last semester, near Tsuna's grandfather's house.

"I thought I was used to it, but I couldn't help it. Miyamura is still Miyamura."

Takagi's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were noticeably red.

at the same time.

Ayumi Azurani's condition was similar to hers, or even more serious.

The tissue she was clutching in her hand had long since been crumpled into a wet ball covered in tears and snot. She was sniffling and hiccuping as she vigorously poked at her phone screen.

The screen light blurred her face, which was contorted with tears, and she couldn't wait to dial Shoko's number.

I'll curse that novel, "Dead Miyamura," which killed off the female lead and made her cry, along with this lousy book that tricked her out of all her tears, three hundred times over!

(End of this chapter)