There must be no problem with the youthful struggle story between me and the horse racing girl

As for Nase Fumino... he treated it with a silent silence, which seemed to have made his attitude clear.

"..."

"Okay, I'm going to drink alone to relieve my worries!!"

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, he walked towards the other side in despair.

Ps:

This is the last chapter of the friendship chapter. There is still about five hundred to one thousand words to write at the end, but I am really too tired and tired today, so I need to rest first.I’ll make up for this paragraph tomorrow.

Chapter 11 Memories (Part [-])

The eggshell-shaped thing beside the table began to make a beeping sound.

Half asleep and half awake, it seemed that he was trying to bring himself back to reality.

There are always times like this, when you can sense it in a daze, but you can't take action.

"Ah, I'm still sleeping now...but I can't get up."

However, in the end, he slowly stood up while rubbing his sleepy eyes, fumbled around the table with his right hand, and finally got the gadget that kept screaming in his hand.

This is the electronic timer she set up earlier.

Electronic clocks like this kind of market gashapon seem to have been very popular among students for a while.

In early spring, I would often pester myself to go to the gashapon machine to draw prizes after school.

Finally, I gave the "MQ Mayonnaise" to myself.

This soft and cute mayonnaise image, coupled with the small design of pressing the "eggshell" on the top to switch expressions, is very popular among girls as a desktop decoration.

In addition, this gadget also has a small timing function such as "Pomodoro Time", so in schools, many students will also use it to test whether they can complete the set goals within the expected time.

Of course, it is said that some students made a special fortune telling table for the random expressions and jumping numbers of this gashapon.

Therefore, this small ornament has become a toy for testing fortune.

However, the reason why this little thing is really popular among girls is that it is very suitable as a gashapon ornament to be used as an embellishment for taking photos. ,

In particular, you only need to leave beautiful words and phrases on exquisite letter paper or notebooks, then put this gadget aside and find a good angle to take the photo diagonally. The photo can be posted on INS or Twitter with a little editing. Reserved for display.

Decorative ornaments that are good-looking and can be photographed in the camera are almost "little props" for girls to show off their little luck.

Of course, these are all what Qianhua, who pursues refinement in life and study, told herself.

These things will definitely not be understood by oneself.

To be honest, in my opinion, the most convenient function of this small ornament is that it can set the countdown time-for example, you can wake yourself up by lying on the table and taking a nap.

...

Just like it is now.

Yawning slightly, in a daze, I seemed to realize something...

Yes, there is someone by his side.

I couldn't help being surprised. When I raised my head and took a closer look, I realized that the trainer was sitting nearby.

"Dragna?"

I couldn't help shouting softly. Although I was still a little confused when I just woke up, I would wake up instantly when this moment comes.

If you secretly squint your eyes and fall asleep in class and are caught by the teacher, maybe this is how it feels, right?

"Ah, hello...are you awake?"

The trainer closed the training journal in his hand and turned to look at himself.

His eyes under the thick lenses still make people feel that soft. Although he is only in his early thirties this year, he always gives him the feeling of "father".

From the look of him, he seems to be sitting here waiting for me...

He didn't wake himself up deliberately, but just stood aside and waited quietly...

"Ah, Dragna, have you been here for a while?"

I subconsciously wanted to reach out and wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth... Fortunately, it didn't happen.

"Well... Well, I've been here for a while. I saw you were resting, so I didn't disturb you."

There are only two of us in the club at this time...

When I realized I was causing trouble to the other party, I almost subconsciously reacted immediately - lowering my head and apologizing like a formula: "I'm so sorry! I actually overslept!!"

"No, no, it's nothing...you don't have to be so serious."

The trainer smiled again and tried to make me relax a little, but to be honest... it was like a habit, a subconscious reaction under stress.

"Excuse me.."

Although the trainer keeps saying it doesn't matter, in the final analysis, he actually wants to take a short rest before the teacher comes...

As a result...it seems like...he overslept.

How could I be so careless...

"Hello, you seem to be having a hard time lately..."

The trainer's expression didn't change much, but his words became more concerning.

As much as I want to say I'm fine, just like always.

But since the trainer said so...

To be honest, I could already guess his intentions deep in my heart.

"Whether it's studying or training, I work very hard..."

"Well... after all, it's time to think about the future."

When he mentioned this, his expression began to look a little unnatural.

"Hello...are you making plans after graduation?"

Choice of approach...

Should I go to higher education, continue playing competitive sports...or enter the society and engage in other jobs?

Although it seems like there are many choices,...

In fact, the answer is already very clear.

Because, the companions in the club who spend time with him day and night are all preparing for war training in various major competition venues.

Only I have chosen to study in advance, or... I can only choose this way.

In his nearly three-year career as a player, the results he has achieved at Tereson Academy can only be described as average at best.

It was tepid. Although it was not a success, it was still passable.

However, taking Tereson College as the standard.

In fact, I am already considered a loser.

Even where geniuses gather, mediocrity will emerge in comparison.

Although it was not my intention, it has been true for the past three years.

The trainer's expression finally became complicated. Although he wanted to say something, in the end the words still stopped on his lips.

But, no matter what, I still want to bow my head respectfully again and say: "Thanks to Hayami-sensei for your care over the years."

.

Looking at the newly saved number on my phone...

Wuyou called, and an urge to press it came up in his heart.

However, in the end, she endured it.

If you think about it carefully, as the student with the most average grades among the many students the teacher has taught, even if he is beaten, it will only increase the embarrassment, right?

Even if you really call it, what should you say?

My own situation, stumbling back to the academy?

Or is it my job hunting experience in the past six months...?

Compared with other classmates in the graduating group who are active on major stages and competitions, I have been "disappeared" for who knows how long.

Can you call me again sometime...?

It's as if you can have a suitable reason by saying it silently in your heart.

While Wuyou Calling was doing this, he stored the former trainer's phone number in his cell phone.

Chapter 12 Mixed Nuts

"If you are looking for Mr. Asama, he is not here now. He left as early as an hour ago."

Sylvie's answer obviously surprised Miss Junchuan.

It was exactly the same as Komiyayama’s previous answer——

Even Welkin's department was completely empty...

There was no sight of Kazuomi Asama and the striking flying eagle in the entire academy...

In the Welkin team activity room, only Sylvie happened to come back to pick up the training plan.

As for the students in the Welkin team, they went to the training ground early to warm up.

"By the way, isn't Mr. Asama dealing with Feiying's re-examination problem? Why...he's not here either?"

"Well... the specific reason is a bit complicated, but if you want to find them, you probably have to turn back and head to Qingliao now."

"...Qingliao?"

Miss Junchuan couldn't help but be stunned, not understanding why these two people were there.

Because this is the dormitory building for these faculty and staff in the college.

"Well, because I have to tutor her for Eagle Assault... By now, I should have gone back to her room and started tutoring her on what she doesn't understand, right?"

...Forehead...

Wait, I must have heard it correctly, right? ?

The trainer and the horse girl are studying in the staff dormitory...?

After all, Wuyou Calling was once a student here, so he naturally knew that Qingliao was the teachers' dormitory of Treison College——

But...exactly

She couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

"Isn't that weird?"

After all, these words are perfectly normal when used alone, but why do they always make people feel a little different when used together?

...However, it seems that Wuyou is the only one who has such an idea.

Because whether it is Miss Junchuan or the horse girl named "Sylvie" in front of me.

None of them seemed surprised...

Not only that, but the feeling that gave Wuyou the call was that these two people... both believed in Asama Kazuomi extremely.

"Well, it's really Asama-sensei's style. He is indeed the one who would volunteer to try it out at a time like this."

Ms. Junchuan sighed with a smile, seeming to recall how she fought against everyone's opinions and found a solution alone during the turmoil about her withdrawal from college.

He wasn't even a trainer at the time, but Kazuomi Asama was able to do it.

"Ah...yes, although he sometimes takes it for granted, he is indeed the type who will quickly take action once he makes up his mind."

In this regard, she had personally witnessed Asama's enthusiasm in the dispute between trainers with beautiful postures.

Even in the end, even the king recognized what Kazuomi had done.

Although he is relatively meek at times, he is as capable as a typhoon in doing things.