The daily life of Buddhist texts

It's weird, logically speaking, a senior from the second or third grade should be the team leader, and it's the first time for a first-year senior.

"Captain," Gen Oreki followed Nishinomiya Yuzuru's line of sight, looking at the manhole cover leading to the sewer not far away, "I entered the sports committee."

"Sports Committee." Yuzuru Nishinomiya repeated.

"Sports Committee." Yuan Oreki nodded.

"Is it enforced?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru asked.

"I joined voluntarily," Gen Oreki said.

"Strange." Yuzuru Nishinomiya commented.

"There's nothing to do," Oreki Gen scratched his head, "Just listen to what others have to say."

"Do you want to draw a poster?"

"Well, that junior student said to go back and find a classmate to draw a sample, and then go to draw it on the screen."

"He's called Ai Suzuki." Yuzuru Nishinomiya reminded.

"Really." Oreki Gen couldn't remember.

"Come to us for divination, and she was also performing at the Live House that night."

"yes."

"Are you listening to me?"

"yes."

Yuzuru Nishinomiya was silent for a moment, then lightly touched Oreki Gen's knee next to him with his foot.

"I'm not distracted, but I just don't know what to say," Gen Oreki replied honestly, "Because the club activities have been cancelled, there is a lot of time left in the afternoon."

"You can help me think about the speech for the sports festival." Yuzuru Nishinomiya suggested.

"Will there be a lot of people?" Gen Oreki asked.

"All teachers and students in the school." Yuzuru Nishinomiya replied.

"It's spectacular." Oreki Gen sighed.

The mighty crowd lined up in a square formation, advancing in an orderly manner, and thousands of pairs of bright eyes stared at the group leaders on the podium.The group leader who was selected to speak had his hair cut, then took out the speech script folded squarely in his pocket, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"It's not as spectacular as you imagined." Yuzuru Nishinomiya grabbed the air, crushing Oreki Gen's fantasy, "and it's unscripted."

"Formalism."

Nishinomiya Yuzuru ignored Oreki Gen's evaluation, turned his head to look at him and asked, "What is the color of your class?"

colour.

It is the representative color of the team.

"It seems to be blue." Geno Oreki said.

"B group is orange," Nishinomiya Yuzuru corrected, "A class is red, C class is yellow, and so on, very convenient."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Gen Oreki and Yuzuru Nishinomiya looked at the blue sky at the same time.

The pair of crows circling in the sky were finally tired. They flapped their wings and landed on a branch of the camphor tree.

But after squinting his eyes for a while, he felt that the cicada's singing was a bit noisy, and then he stretched out his slender beak and pecked off an innocent cicada.

The cicada landed on the tiles and remained motionless, unable to react.

Nishinomiya Yuzuru noticed the strangeness around him, glanced at the scattered Xia Chan, picked it up with his left hand and brought it to the side of Orewood Gen.

"Cicada." Said Nishinomiya Yuzuru, looking at Cicada.

This cicada was very honest after it fell into the hands of humans. After flapping its wings twice and finding that it couldn't escape, it simply pretended to be dead.

Oreki Gen glanced at the cicada in Nishinomiya Yuzuru's hand, nodded: "I kind of understand that girls are so enthusiastic about you."

"What?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru asked.

"I'm not afraid of bugs, and I even help unscrew the bottle cap." Yuan Oreki gave an example.

"It's just an incompletely metamorphic insect." Yuzuru Nishinomiya picked up the cicada and placed it in front of his eyes. The cicada's back was baked by the sun and could not move.

"It's too close." Geno Oreki said.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya moved his body and opened the distance between him and Gen Oreki.

"I'm talking about bugs," Gen Oreki added.

Tilting his head, Nishinomiya Yuzuru showed his swan-like white and slender neck, and then let go of his hand.

The freed cicada landed on Zhe Muyuan's trouser legs, quickly turned over, then moved his limbs, and crawled aimlessly twice.

Oreki Gen looked at the cicada on the trouser leg, thought for a moment and asked, "Should I call?"

"Okay." Yuzuru Nishinomiya nodded.

"Ah." Gen Oreki's tone didn't fluctuate, and the emotion was exactly the same as when Axonogi Yujie expressed perfunctory.

Nishinomiya Yuzuru looked at Oreki Gen for a while, then carefully grabbed the cicada on his trouser leg again with his hands, and then put it on the bark.

The cicada stretched its limbs, quickly climbed up the branch again, and began to sing.

Then it was pecked down by crows who wanted to sleep.

"It's really brave." Oreki Gen said.

"Cicada?"

"you."

"Thank you."

Oreki Gen watched the cicada perseveringly bypassing the crow, continued to sing, and continued to be pecked off, turned his head to look at Nishinomiya Yuzuru, and asked, "So."

"I'm sorting out my thoughts here, because the head of the sports festival has to do a lot of things," said Nishinomiya Yuzuru, "arrange the work, and then report the speech."

"What about club activities?"

"Temporarily canceled."

"That's it." Geno Oreki nodded, his gaze wandering around every corner.

The weather in midsummer is very hot, and the plastic track is scorching hot, and you can feel the heat through your shoes when you step on it.The surging heat wave spread in the air, distorting the light on the ground, as if it wanted to roast the entire Zongwu High School until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

There is no better place to go under the tree.

"What are you thinking?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Where are you going to celebrate after defeating the red group?"

After hearing Oreki Gen's words, Nishinomiya Yuzuru showed a rare smile, then put his head into his knees, looked at Oreki Gen with dark blue eyes, and asked, "Are you going to compete?"

Oreki Gen thought for a while and asked, "Tug of war?"

"For sports festivals, let's use groups," said Nishimiya Yuzuru, "It's a simple red group versus orange group."

"Class A and Class B?"

"Correct."

"Overall points?" Gen Oreki asked.

Each event in the sports festival has a certain amount of points, and performances in individual competitions, team competitions, and opening ceremonies are all included in it.

"Senior knows a lot." Nishinomiya Yuzuru had a smile in his eyes.

The dark blue eyes are like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky behind Gen Zhemu, and you can also see a white cloud floating in it.

very nice.

"Because I'm a sports committee member, I read the specific content." Yuan Oreki explained after regaining consciousness.

In previous sports festivals, Oreki Gen asked Shizuka Hiratsuka to ask for leave to go home, and then slept at home for a day, or played games for a day.

Relaxed and comfortable, indifferent to the world.

After seeing Oreki Gen's reaction, Nishinomiya Yuzuru changed direction, buried his head between his legs again, and looked at the football field in the distance: "Duty your duty."

A gust of wind blows away, driving away the heat waves and bringing a little shade.

The temperature is slowly dropping.

Oreki Gen narrowed his eyes, and a deep sense of sleepiness swept into his mind.

I slept too late last night.

I didn't get enough sleep in the morning.

Gen Oreki approached Nishinomiya Yuzuru, then naturally put his head on her shoulder, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Noticing Gen Oreki's drowsiness, Yuzuru Nishinomiya sighed, lightly changed his position, placed his head on his lap, then took out a small electric fan from nowhere, and casually blew on his face Blow.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya was also very sleepy, and fell asleep after playing for a while.

After the students passing by saw it, their voices became much quieter, whispering, for fear of waking up the sleeping two.

The white clouds in the sky quickened their pace, from one end to the other.

The sunlight also gradually softened, no longer harsh, but replaced by a layer of hazy golden glow.

The cool wind hit, caressing his face.

Oreki Gen opened his drooping eyelids.

What came into view was Yuzuru Nishinomiya's lovely sleeping face, with a few hair tips hanging down, like moving vines in a quiet forest.

The boy stretched out his hand, rested on Nishinomiya Yuzuru's chin, and corrected her head into a correct posture.

"What?" Nishimiya Yuzuru asked deliriously.

Her eyes are still open.

I don't know if this sentence was said in a dream.

"Correct sitting posture." Oreki Gen said.