I interpret life in Tokyo

"Let's go, Beiyuan, I'll be waiting for you."

Hiroshi Takeda put his hands on his hips, and when the tug-of-war was about to start, he was extremely patient.

The boy raised his head and caught a glimpse of the long black hair passing by outside the classroom door.

"Ah."

He took a slow step.

For Hiroshi Kitahara, this is stepping out of his comfort zone.

This step is equivalent to changing his own way of doing things.

He is indifferent to things other than studies. He sleeps in class every day and goes to the reading department in the afternoon. A gloomy man, a nerd, a transparent person in the class, no one wants to talk to him, and he is often ignored during group assignments.

He has long been used to this kind of life, so used to it that he is numb.

But just now, he felt the peeping of his childhood sweetheart.

So, he took the first step.

"Haha, let's go."

Hiroshi Takeda skillfully put on Kaede Sakakibara's shoulders, and the latter shrank slightly, and with half-push and half-satisfaction, the two quickly walked towards the playground.

The sun was dazzling, and Sakakibara Kaede couldn't help squinting his eyes, and stretched out his hand to cover the top of his head.

"Endo! It's so slow to go!" The students in the class shouted with their hands in the shape of a trumpet. It can be seen that the players participating in the tug-of-war are already gearing up for the next battle.

Takeda Hiroshi gave the boy a thumbs up, and walked forward with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm going to find a friend."

"Oh, Bei Yuan."

The classmate glanced at the silent boy with glasses, he didn't know whether it was out of politeness or just to show the face of Takeda, who was acting as a member of the class, and nodded slightly to him, "Beiyuan, choose a place to sit."

"Ah, okay."

The boy gave a dumb hum, looked around, and finally sat in the shadow of the teaching building.

Feeling the coolness of the grass, the boy sighed softly, sure enough, he was still so out of place.

An ugly duckling cannot mix with a flock of swans.

"Hiro... you're here."

"Ah?" Being called out suddenly, the boy nodded unaccustomed, turned his head to see Mai Sakurajima who was also sitting in the shadow, and heaved a sigh of relief, "What, it turned out to be an orange, don't scare me. "

"Don't talk to me so familiarly."

Mai Sakurajima snorted softly, buried her face in her knees wrapped around her arms, and replied sullenly.

Now she is like a hedgehog with its back facing people.

The boy didn't have a big hidden knife, nor a big ashes. For the girl who was full of defense, he suddenly ran out of words.

Yes, in the daily life of the two of them, Nishida Cheng is always the one who guides the topic, and also the one who starts the conversation. He has long been used to all this.

He has long been used to the girl by his side, her words, her dishonesty, and her self-loathing, but he only discovered it recently.

In this way, as a childhood sweetheart, the boy is really unqualified.

"...I have something to tell you."

After taking a light breath, Mai Sakurajima stared straight at the boy's profile with her indigo eyes.

"What's the matter?" The boy didn't realize the urgency in his words.

"As for me, because of the work of my parents, I went to study in a city far away when I was in junior high school." She smiled calmly, and this smile belonged to her original self. "It was a key junior high school. When I entered the class with excellent grades Afterwards, all the classmates thought that I was both civil and military, and that I was a well-educated young lady...very outstanding."

"But, that's who everyone imagines me to be, not me."

"I can't be anything else."

The boy quickly picked up the topic and said, "But Cheng Zi, you have already graduated from that junior high school and started a new life in this high school."

"You...don't know."

Although the girl was smiling, her smile was very sad.

"When people around see the 'me' beyond their ideals, the cold gaze is neither discouraged nor lamented."

"It's just... the cold gaze—so."

"Obviously ready to start a new high school life, obviously ready to get rid of the past me. How to do it, what kind of me to show... I don't know."

She wrapped her arms tightly around her calf, and forced herself to say, "In the end, I chose the same me as before...the me who longed for others, but couldn't have a deep friendship with anyone."

"—I can't change it. I can't change it, oh, really."

Mai Sakurajima kept talking with a smile on her face, and with that smile, it would be more appropriate to say that she was laughing at herself.

It was a miserable smile.

"Perhaps, the real me has already disappeared."

With every word she said, she was hurting herself.

The boy clenched his fists and looked at the girl's face intently, "The you who are speaking these words now are different from the you who were in school."

"Can you prove this is the real me?"

The girl raised her head, lonely but sad, desolate but beautiful, "What is the real me like?"

"I don't know, what will happen if I do what I really want to do? Will everyone hate me? Will they think I'm capricious?"

"Maybe I never considered before doing something, whether it would bring trouble to everyone, or deeply hurt someone."

"From the very beginning, I thought Hiro and I were the same kind of people." She tried to raise the corners of her mouth, showing the cheerful look in school, "But, I was wrong, Hiro, you don't care about other people's eyes at all, don't worry about others The rhetoric behind it, being able to complete one's own work with one heart and one mind... To be honest, I am a little envious."

"So... stop telling me 'Just be yourself' or something like that, it's going to mess with my words."

"Otherwise, I really, don't know what to do."

Ahhh.

How naive is my own thinking.

If I want to be recognized and welcomed, I have to act as the girl in the school who always smiles gently and politely for everyone.

However, she did not want such a "her" to be recognized.

At the end of the conflict, she actually just hoped that someone would recognize her original self.

The boy gritted his teeth. He is not an ignorant teenager who knows nothing, nor is he a log who knows nothing about feelings.At this moment, he really wanted to rush into the girl's mind, bite off this self-loathing thought, smash the helpless thoughts, open his hands and tell her loudly, praise her loudly, tell her that you are great words.

"I see, I won't say anything like that again—"

"Well, thank you, Hong-chan." For a moment, she showed a complex smile mixed with reassurance and self-mockery.

"In front of people other than me, you don't have to show it."

"Eh?"

Her mask shattered.

The boy looked at the cloudless blue sky and said softly, "Because I already know everything about you, and you are a childhood sweetheart, so it doesn't matter if you just show it in front of me."

"I'll cause you trouble!" the girl yelled.

"Let's go to each other, after all, I'm also a big problem in your eyes." The boy smiled lightly, his glasses were hazy from the sunlight.

"The real Nishida Cheng must be a very gentle girl who is considerate of others. You who are popular in school, according to common sense, would not talk to a little transparent like me. Let's have lunch together and wait for me Going home after class."

"You can't even hate me like this, so how can you hurt other people?"

The girl stared fixedly at the side face of the boy, this scene was no different from the scene under the starry sky.

"...I'm going to participate in two-and-three-legged."

"Ah."

The girl patted the grass on her pants, opened her mouth to speak but stopped, waved slightly to the boy, and left quickly.

Sakakibara Kaede withdrew his gaze, with a shallow smile on his face.

The breeze blew up the Liuhai covering his forehead, but no one could see his handsomeness at that moment.

He felt that he had changed something, and he felt that he had changed himself.The boy got up, came to the sun, watched the sports meeting in full swing, and his heart became warm.

In the past, he would not have felt this way.

"How about the points score, is there a possibility of winning?"

"Well... the seniors of the blue team are too fierce, and the score is too tight."

Just as the boy's gaze drifted over, the students' exclamations came from a corner of the playground.

Sakakibara Feng's heart tightened, and he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, seeing that it was not a two-legged competition field, he was quietly relieved.

"That's... Taniguchi-san, not good, Taniguchi who participated in the sprint sprained his ankle." Several students inquired about the news, and the news that the class members were injured immediately swept through the students resting on the sidelines.

"Is Taniguchi-kun's foot injured seriously?" Kashima Yu, who had just finished the game and was out of breath, asked while supporting his knees.

The male student who came back from inquiring about the news had a sad expression on his face, "Taniguchi's foot is swollen, and he was sent to the infirmary just now. I heard it was a sprain."

"Regardless of the outcome of the match, Taniguchi-kun's injury is not serious, it's not just a broken bone."

The consolation of Kashima Tour made the tense students squeeze out a few smiles. Compared with the competition results, they were more concerned about the injuries of their classmates.

The boy prepares cold towels in the rest area and does what he can to help others.

"Taniguchi also signed up for the relay race, what should I do? Can anyone replace me?"

At the sports meeting, everyone can participate in limited competitions. This is for the sake of fairness and to allow everyone to integrate into the atmosphere of the sports meeting.

The boy signed up for a bread-biting competition, purely to make up the numbers.

"Hiss...Look at the registration form for the competition, is there anyone else who can take the place?" The anxious student pushed away the registration form, glanced roughly, and found that most of the students had signed up for three events—this is Participate in the limits of the event.

Takeda Hiroshi, as the head of the sports department, came striding forward wiping sweat, his classmates made way for him, and he pointed his finger, "Hmm... the students who didn't participate in the three events, Shibata-kun, Ono-san, and Kitahara-kun."

Shibata's body was thin and thin, and when he saw Takeda Hiroshi's gaze, he quickly shook his head and backed away.

Ono is a girl and cannot participate in the relay race limited to boys.

"Beiyuan, come and participate." Takeda Hiroshi raised his head and looked at the boy.

"what?"

This rather dramatic impromptu change made the boy slightly taken aback, the hand that was handing out the cold towel was frozen in place, and he pointed at himself in a daze, "Me?"

"Yeah, there's no way, that's how it is." Takeda Hiroshi shrugged, and he said to the students beside him, "I've seen Kitahara-kun's physical strength. If it's a sprint in a relay race, there must be no problem."

"Endo-kun, we have no intention of objecting to what you said."

The students all looked at the boy at this time, the latter had never been watched by so many people, his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't speak.

"Well... Kitahara-kun's body is really good, I trust him." The classmate holding his chin nodded, agreeing with Takeda Hiroshi's point of view.

"I'm fine, come on, Kitahara-kun!"

The students stepped forward one by one, patting and hammering the boy's body.

Hiroshi Takeda finally stepped forward, handed him a scarlet sports vest, and patted him on the shoulder at the same time, "You take over the last shot from Taniguchi-kun, Kitahara, I'll leave it to you."

The boy took a deep breath, and the originally hazy lenses gradually became clear at this moment. He took the sportswear and nodded vigorously.

. . .

Mai Sakurajima returned to the rest area with her face covered in sweat after the two-legged trip, took a cold towel from the basin and applied it to her face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eh? How about everyone?"

Madoka Higuchi, who came back with her, muttered to herself strangely, and Mai Sakurajima looked around, "To-chan, everyone seems to be watching the relay race."

"Let's go too."

The girl did not find her childhood sweetheart, and felt an inexplicable emptiness in her heart. When her companion Dong Liuli gave her a puzzled look, she quickly shook her head and caught up with her.

The runway on the playground was in full swing, and the two girls barely squeezed to the front of the class, only to find that the participating team members had already taken their positions and were ready.

The girl was still looking for the boy's trace, Madoka Higuchi pointed to the playground in surprise, "Eh? That's... Kitahara-kun?"

"Nani?"

The boy still wears glasses, and a red ribbon is tied on his head. The buoyant sea on his forehead is slightly undulating by the waves of people, and his blue eyes are facing the sky, and there are indescribable emotions hidden in them.

He looked behind him, Takeda Hiroshi who was not far away and Kashima Yu who was farther away smiled confidently at him at the same time, and they gave him a thumbs up at the same time.