I live my life in Tokyo

Ahhh——this feeling...

Bah!

The air gun fired in the sky, and the first shot started running. The three teams of red, blue and white gathered around the playground cheered enthusiastically and loudly for their teammates running in the field.

Sweat falls to the ground, and youth is running forward with your companions.

The second shot started running.

The sound of rapid breathing, youth is a journey, everyone’s journey is different but wonderful in their own way, different choices but all are treasures.

The third shot...

A passionate cry: youth is in our own hands, it is not only for reminiscing, but also for creating.

——Takeda gritted his teeth and handed the baton to the boy, saying breathlessly: "Run, Kitahara!"

The boy shuddered all over. At this moment, he was standing in this world with the sky above his head and the ground under his feet.

Youth, the bond between people, was formed in the daily life of high school.

He took a step forward, swung his arms, and ran forward.

"Kitahara! Charge!"

"Come on Class B! Come on Class B!"

"Run as hard as you can!"

The boy's glasses flew to the ground because of his large movements. His unkempt black hair fluttered in the wind. The young man, who had taken off all his outer shells, gritted his teeth and stomped hard on the ground.

It turns out that this is what he looks like without glasses.

The girl covered her chest, the boy's gentle voice still echoing in her ears, her heart was both uncomfortable and painful... but there was a sense of comfort and warmth that made her linger, and she didn't know when, tears wet her eyes.

"Hiro-chan!" The girl used all her strength and the other side of her that she had never shown to others, the loudest voice, to shout, "Hiro-chan! Come on!!!"

The loud shouts inspired all the students in Class B. They waved the red ribbons in their hands and the colors flew in the air.

"Fighting! Fighting!"

"Kitahara-kun, you're almost there! Keep running!"

“Show me some manly spirit, ahhhhhh!”

The young man walked past the girl who was cheering for him like the wind, and his steps gradually became lighter.

In the blink of an eye, the girl seemed to discover that the boy who had always had a stern face, the boy who had always kept his thoughts hidden, and the boy who had always been silent, now smiled.

Although the smile was very awkward and funny, it was not that pretty.

But he laughed.

A strong wind blew, and the boy was the first to cross the finish line. His steps staggered, his face flushed, and his mouth was wide open from breathing heavily. Before he could make a celebratory gesture, he was rushed over by his excited classmates.

Takeda Hiroshi, Kashima Yu and the classmates of Class B surrounded the boy and threw him high into the air.

The boy looked at the blue sky that was within reach and heard the happy laughter and the moved sobs.

He is laughing.

Also crying.

Chapter 53: Youth is about running wildly

Maybe this is what high school life is like.

The taste of youth is indeed running forward with classmates.

The purpose of running is to not admit defeat, not be afraid, and not give up.

It is an exploration and confrontation that has nothing to do with age and identity, and it is a fiery life force.

People who are exercising and running are like warm little suns, and every cell is full of vitality and hope.

Running seems to always be associated with youth. Sweat pouring down on the plastic track, stealing the ball at the last second, risking being late to buy breakfast for the girl you love. Too many memorable moments in my youth were caused by running.

At that time, we always had endless energy.

I can walk for five minutes, but I only want to run for two minutes. Otherwise, all those restless hormones in my body have nowhere to vent.

The head teacher's catchphrase during class: "Since you have so much to say, why don't you go run two laps around the playground?"

The parents worriedly reminded him: "Run slowly, be careful not to fall!"

We are running, we are young.

Even if we are scolded by teachers and elders, we still keep running, pouring out the passion, impulse and unwillingness to admit defeat of youth.

The boy looked up to the sky, sweating profusely. At this moment, Kitahara Hiroshi was Sakakibara Kaede, and Sakakibara Kaede was Kitahara Hiroshi. He seemed a little confused.

This is not a role substitution. At this moment, he is not the dull boy like Kitahara Hiroshi.

This was him in the past. Now he is living in the present, laughing and running.

Is it strange? I was moved by the role I played.

His heart was warm, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his smile was not handsome or unrestrained. This was his lost youth, a past he could never go back to, but at this moment, he seemed to no longer care.

All the memories flashed by like a kaleidoscope of colours in this relay race - this journey was filled with shouts and cheers, and shed tears of sweat. The desire to win was imprinted in the movements of running, and it was the perfect footnote to the youthful spirit.

Two months of understanding of the role came to fruition at this moment.

"We won! Well done Kitahara, hahaha! After all, you should join the sports club!"

Takeda Hiroshi hooked the boy's neck and rubbed his head wildly, smiling warmly and with moist eyes.

The classmates gathered around him and talked to each other, but their passionate words could not be heard clearly.

"Kitahara-kun, you're running too fast!"

"It blew by like a gust of wind—"

"The wind blows through the trees, the beginning of spring."

The boy turned around. He was still smiling and crying. He took this opportunity to secretly wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Even if you are injured or encounter difficulties, this is normal and is perfectly normal.

Even if you are injured or limping, you must run as fast as the wind.

This momentum to not give in to any difficulties is the magic of youth.

The tears in the boy's eyes were still warm. Was this acting? Or was this his true feelings? At this point, he was a little confused - he was the young man running. People are chasing the past time, chasing the cherished emotions, and chasing the people they love.

In order to leave no regrets.

"idiot!"

The girl looked at the boy from afar, who had a smile on his face, and let the tears flow down her cheeks.

Ahhh——how long has it been since she saw the boy laugh sincerely?

Perhaps, ever since his mother was seriously ill and admitted to the hospital when he was in elementary school, the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.

His back was straight, because the boy's father said that there were only two men in the family, and we had to work hard together for our mother.

From then on, the boy made up his mind under the starry sky to become a doctor and cure his mother's illness.

He... wanted to shine brighter in this world.

As long as you keep running, the scenery will keep receding and the unknown will become known.

The students of the red team raised their hands and cheered, while the students and seniors of the blue team looked at each other helplessly, all revealing regretful smiles, and sincerely applauded the sportsmanship of the red team. Many nosy students also joined the celebration, they kept waving ribbons of different colors, gradually forming a sea of ​​three colors.

As long as you keep running, constantly say goodbye to the past, and start new stories, your life will move forward.

The students continued cheering for more than ten minutes before they were hastily stopped by the referee. The sports meet had not yet ended, and it was obviously not acceptable to continue occupying the venue.

The young man was surrounded by people, and laughter and praise fell on him like spring rain.

He still looked a little uncomfortable, but when he stood with Kashima Yu and Takeda Hiroshi, his body relaxed.

The subsequent bread-biting competition attracted a group of students to watch, but it was a competition full of passionate cheers at the other end of the field.

"Oh... what a pity that we lost to the White Team." The student who was counting the scores patted his head helplessly.

After the celebration, it was time to count the points. Upon hearing the final scores, the students in Class B sighed. They had originally considered the seniors from the Blue Team to be their biggest rivals, but they did not expect that a White Team would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

"Well, we lost the long jump competition, but there's nothing we can do about it."

Kashima Yu took a sip of water. Although he was sweating profusely, he smiled happily: "Well, although I am a little unwilling this time, we still have a chance. Don't give up, everyone."

"Yes, there will be sports meets next year and the year after. We must win again next year and win the championship of the sports meet!" Takeda Hiroshi clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The students in Class B were venting their endless fighting spirit.

Youth has regrets and is not perfect. Perhaps this is the true meaning of youth.

The boy looked at his classmates from afar as they were cheering each other on. As he watched them point their swords at next year and swear to win the championship, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His glasses were gone, and the spring breeze blew towards him, bringing up his smile.

He can laugh normally now.

There is always a warm smile in my heart.

"that..."

"What's wrong, do you need a towel?"

There seemed to be more words.

He turned around, and when he saw the person coming, his smile gradually faded.

"Um, Kitahara-kun... I'm sorry." Uehara Yo bowed to him. His expression looked very sincere, at least it seemed so. "I want to apologize to you for everything that has happened so far."

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you or said that to you. Please... forgive me."

The bullies apologized. After seeing the boy being welcomed in the class, they understood the atmosphere and quickly switched their targets. Before that, they needed to apologize to the people they had bullied before so that they could have a certain living space in the class.

The groups within the class are so realistic. The current group always occupies the focus in the class and has a strong voice.

They determined that from today onwards, the boy would join the Xianchong Group and become one of them.

So they want to apologize.

The young man nodded slowly, "...I will not accept your apology. I believe you can understand, Jaehara-kun."

"...Yeah, I understand."

After a long silence, Uehara Yao opened his mouth somewhat unwillingly, but finally he lowered his head and walked away step by step. He did not say hello to anyone and left the rest area directly.

For the bully, apologizing only makes him feel better. What happened has already happened, so why should he forgive the bully?

"If you say sorry after you hurt someone, you have no way of knowing whether that person's wound has healed or deepened. It's just an excuse you make to make yourself feel better."

Not every "I'm sorry" can be exchanged for "It's okay".

He turned around and saw his childhood sweetheart who had been looking at him. The boy put down the towel in his hand and walked over.

"Look, your glasses, it's a miracle they're not broken."

The girl smiled faintly, a smile that came from the heart. She spread out her hands, revealing the boy's plain glasses.

"...What do you think, is it better for me to wear glasses or not?" The boy felt the slightly bold stares from his female classmates and was a little confused. He had never had this experience before. After all, he was not used to being the focus of everyone's attention.

"Hmm... lots of sights."

Seeing that the young man was feeling uneasy, the girl looked around and saw that everyone was interested in and liked the young man's handsome appearance without his glasses, so she couldn't help but pouting.

"It's better not to wear glasses, Hong-chan~"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled relaxedly. She wanted everyone to recognize the boy. She wanted everyone to know the boy's true face. She wanted everyone to know what the boy really looked like.

However, the girl's heart began to beat again, and at the same time, she felt the gentle yet incredible heartbeat pain.

She covered her chest and looked at the young man's youthful smile.

Maybe, this is when she fell in love.

. . .

"Thank you for your hard work!"