Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

He shook his head. Xiangzi was indeed still a young lady from a distant past.

——It’s just a trivial matter, but it’s causing so much trouble!

"Xiao Xu, haven't you left yet?"

When Shirakawa Haru was about to go back to the classroom to pack up his things, he caught a glimpse of a student council member who was cleaning and called out to him.

The young man walked over, called out "President," and said, "School officially starts tomorrow. The school asked each class to leave one person to help clean up. After all, I'm a member of the student union, so I volunteered..."

Bai Chuanqing looked around: "Where are they?"

The boy was silent for two seconds, then smiled sheepishly and said, "It's okay, President. I can finish this little place in half an hour."

Hearing this, Baichuan Qing kicked the boy on the butt, causing him to stagger, and then snatched the broom:

"Fuck your head! Don't you have any fucking idea?"

He hit the boy's head lightly with the broomstick and said, "Go to the hospital! Didn't your mother just get out of the ICU two days ago? Why don't you stay here with your mother and do some gossip now?"

The young man nodded repeatedly: "Thank you... Thank you, President."

"Get lost! Those Sima bastards, tomorrow each of them will be given a serious demerit and punished to work weekly for a month. If they don't do it one day, I will beat them up."

Bai Chuanqing waved his hand unhappily: "If you have any problems in the future, just knock on me with the small window and click the device. Can you reach the battlefield within ten seconds, bro?"

After driving away the boy named Xiaoxu, Shirakawa Haru remembered how many classrooms were still left to clean.

He walked out the door and looked at the class sign above his head... Class C, Grade 1.

That means there are still 12 classes.

Looking at the teaching building that had become a deserted area, Baichuan Qing suddenly felt a little regretful.

This isn't half an hour, this is one and a half hours!

There has never been a moment when Shirakawa Haru wanted to have the ability to stop time as much as he does now... or to strangle himself from a minute ago.

But if I go find someone to help me now... Forget it, I'd better not bother others.

Everyone has their own life and things to do.

He's still free.

After all, we have come.

Shirakawa Haru started cleaning with a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other - since he was sitting in the president's seat, he had to bear the corresponding responsibilities of the president.

The silent cleaning lasted for an hour, until Shirakawa Haru threw the last bag of garbage into the trash can, and the sun was still high in the sky.

——Because it was the first day of school and he had a speech on stage, we got out of school at around 2 o'clock.

It’s still early anyway, so you might as well take a nap. It will be cooler on the way back then.

Shirakawa Haru leaned back in his chair, looking a little tired, and set the alarm for fifty minutes.

Close your eyes.

Sleepiness rises like the tide, and sleep comes as expected.

He had a dream.

Shirakawa Haru always dreams of beautiful moments that can only exist in the future in scattered fragments of time. He thinks that this is probably because his life in reality is too depressing.

Anxiety? Irritation? Stress? Sadness?

——Just swallow and digest this nonsense.

Do you have stomach cramps that keep you awake late at night and the pain is too unbearable?

——Then kill your sleepy self, and let the new self continue to eat these leftovers.

Keep the quiet pain for yourself and give the joyful warmth to others.

Never stop moving forward, even if you don’t know why you are moving forward.

Whether in the past life or this life, Shirakawa Haru has always done this.

——He dreamed that he would form deep bonds and contracts with many beautiful girls in high school.

Because they were so tired of the helping hand he had extended to them, they cried and laughed and said that they could not live without him for the rest of their lives.

But how can dreams be real?

They wantonly regard the help they have given them as forever, greedily and unilaterally believe that they will always accept them, but they never think about what will be left when their shining dreams are shattered...

Shirakawa Haru has become numb to this kind of attic-in-the-sky longing and one-sided giving.

The three years of high school only occupy a moment in life. The so-called youth is just a fleeting illusion. Those things that were precious at the time may become blurred in less than ten years.

Life only truly begins after youth ends.

Only after “a lifetime” will you begin to face the real test.

For boys and girls aged sixteen or seventeen, youth is life, which is already "a lifetime".

Therefore, Shirakawa Haru never expects anyone to get close to him and understand him. He will only leave in boredom after seeing those once shining dreams fade and shatter.

The sun shines equally on everyone, and most people take it for granted.

Standing on the ground, looking up to bask in the warmth of the sun, and unilaterally believing that this is eternal.

This is the farthest distance.

"Yuki is here to call my dear brother, it's time to get up~"

Snapped.

Reaching out to turn off the alarm clock, Baichuan Qing opened his eyes and smiled to himself:

"Dreams are really the opposite."

He packed up his things and walked out of the silent teaching building.

The lonely setting sun half-dive into the horizon. In the mirror, it timidly stared at Shirakawa Haru.

It really looks like my past self.

Shirakawa Haru greeted it with a smile.

What should I eat tonight?

he thinks.

Chapter 9: Surface of the Sea and Seeing the Sun

"It's so hot, man. Why doesn't the sun set in this ditch?"

On the way home, Baichuan Qing took off his upper body and was left with only a white shirt. He looked around and saw no one, then spat into the bushes.

Is this still September? It's so hot he's frothing.

I can only say that it was a wise decision of his not to let Oguruma train. Now Tama's legs must be weak from running around the playground.

——JK is invincible for being able to wear her school uniform and stay full of energy in this kind of horrible weather.

There was an intersection ahead, and not far away was the tram passage, so more and more people were coming.

Baichuan Qing could no longer talk to himself without caring about anyone.

The dignity of the student council president Hinomori must be maintained in public.

Otherwise, what would he do when he was really about to get serious and reprimand the troublemaker, but everyone else was laughing?

You can't just punch them one by one and make them all fall into a baby's sleep, right?

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of the tram preparing to pass was heard, the yellow and black railings on both sides slowly lowered, and the warning lights jumped from green to bright red.

——Actually, if you’re in a hurry at this time, you can still quickly pass under the railing. The tram won’t actually arrive that soon.

——Perhaps the tram company had considered that such a miraculous event might occur, so they deliberately made such a setting to prevent fewer people from being killed by the tram.

Ok?

After kicking the empty mineral water bottle for a while, Shirakawa Haru looked up and saw a very familiar figure not far away.

He had gray hair, amber eyes, and walked with his head lowered, holding several stones in his hands.

Who else could it be but Gao Songdeng?

Shirakawa Haru was a little dazed and shocked.

He thought the tram was coming soon. If this girl kept staring at the stone and walked down, she might bump into the guardrail and accidentally fall onto the track...

Kids, this one isn't funny either.

Although the possibility is relatively small, it is not zero...

So he just waved his hand, not caring whether he was familiar with him or not, and called out the other person's name loudly: "Takamatsu-san—watch out ahead!"

Shirakawa Haru's recognizable loud voice directly pulled Takamatsu Deng out of her dull inner world.

Aine just rejected her own band invitation...

It really was my own fault, whether it was the disbandment of crychic or what just happened, I messed it all up...

Can't I do it in my lifetime?

——Originally, Gao Songdeng was still staring at the stone, thinking about this.

But the shout immediately pulled her out of the water, making the sounds from the outside world and the hot air clear again.

Takamatsu Deng's single-threaded CPU couldn't handle so much information at once, so he just looked up suddenly at Shirakawa Haru on the other side of the guardrail.

He didn't notice that the stones he had collected with great difficulty had fallen out from between his fingers.

Until the crisp sound of stones hitting the ground came from under my feet.

At this time, Takamatsu Deng opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and then he found that his friends had rolled into the track.

So, Deng's mind was completely occupied by this matter again.

Gotta pick it up.

This is what she thinks and does.

——Therefore, he didn’t notice that the train was coming from the other side.

But Shirakawa Haru noticed it. He stared at Takamatsu Deng who was squatting and stretching out his hand, and also saw the front of the tram that had entered his field of vision with his peripheral vision.

No, sister, what are you thinking about?!

It's too dangerous to rush over now. If we're not careful, both of them will die a happy death.

So Shirakawa Haru, think of a way for me!

In that brief moment, the entire summer and even earlier events flashed before his eyes, and the shrill chirping of cicadas echoed in his ears. He tried his best to recall every meeting with Gao Songdeng and the other party's reaction after every sentence he said.

Finally, he spoke with all his strength:

"——Takamatsu Touma, stop!"

When he heard his name, Deng's outstretched hand suddenly froze.

She looked up slightly confused.

The blue and white tram whizzed past. The clanging sound and the strong wind blew the hair in front of Gao Songdeng's eyelids. The fallen stones turned into sparks in the riveted joints of the gears and rails.

——If I don’t stop, sparks will burst out along with the stones.

Gao Songdeng thought so.

The girl squatted like this until the tram drove away, the guardrail was reopened, and the crowd moved back and forth for a long time before she suddenly reacted.

——Just now, it was so dangerous.

——If I don’t stop, will I die?

Die.

Such distant and terrifying words made Gao Songdeng sink to the bottom of the sea again.

If I die, will I never be able to become a human again?

If I die, I won’t be able to form a band with Aine Riki and the others for the rest of my life.