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"Tomorrow's sports festival, everyone, please do your best and don't embarrass the student union."

Although she said "everyone", Jinguji Yue felt that President Hoshino Mori seemed to be talking to him alone, why did her eyes stay on him so openly.

"We'll have to wait and see if it can be held smoothly, look at the rain." Tsuki Jinguji continued.

"It must be fine."

"Where does the president get his confidence?"

Hoshino Mori Hoshino pointed to the window behind the student council president's desk and the Sunny Doll hanging on the top.

Girls are surprisingly unified in this regard, Jinguji Tsuki thought.

By the way, do you really expect that thing?

"There is no scientific basis at all." The young man couldn't help but said.

"That's why there is nothing romantic about boys who always talk about science."

Jingujizuki turned to look at Yamada Kanade: "Yamada-san, are we living in an era where we don't believe that sunny dolls will be attacked?"

Yamada Kanade smiled shyly like a girl and did not reply.

"For seniors who don't understand romance, they don't know what romance is. It's really pitiful." Yang Gongyao spread his hands.

"It's not your turn to speak."

The boy's familiar fist landed on the familiar head, and the girl let out a familiar cry of pain.

After school, the rain had completely stopped, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the golden glow refused to show up.

A line of water drops fell from the eaves and kept falling to the ground. Tsuki Jinguji went to the station to take the tram alone. When he arrived at Jiyugaoka, Sakurakoji Sakura was standing at the station entrance eating bread.

Apparently, she was waiting for Jinguji Tsuki.

On the way home, Sakurakoji Saakura's schoolbag had already appeared on Jinguji Yue's shoulders. The girl walked briskly, humming a song he had never heard before, and happily strolled through the intricate alleys of Jiyugaoka. .

"Are you in a good mood today?"

"It must be happy, because the weather is about to clear up. Thanks to the Sunny Day doll I made that day."

I didn't expect that this kind of unruly thing would turn out to be the fault of who made the Sunny Baby.

Jingujizuki would naturally not say it out loud, and echoed, "It seems to be useful."

"Huh? I thought Yue Hui would say that Sunny Day Doll is just superstitious or something strange."

This is indeed what the young man thinks in his heart.

Suddenly, the girl walking beside suddenly said: "In order to win the championship tomorrow, can I make some requests?"

Jingujizuki glanced at her, wondering what she was planning to do.

Even so, the boy replied to her in a gentle voice: "That's all you say."

Hearing this, the girl ran up to him, smiled and said nothing, she just stretched out her hand and raised her chin slightly, her intention was obvious.

Jingujizuki looked at the arm like a lotus root, the fingers spread out as slender as jade, without thinking too much, trying not to think about the past.

Don't let yourself think, don't let yourself hesitate, because if she reaches out her hand, it must be the right one to hold it.

He gently held his childhood sweetheart's hand in his palm, and Sakurakoji Sakura suddenly smiled as tenderly as spring.

"I will definitely work hard tomorrow, so Yue, please watch me carefully."

"Ah."

It’s late to write today, there will be an update in the middle of the night, so you can read it after getting up in the morning.

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Chapter 78 77 The sports festival that changed their status quo. (1)

Friday, January 9th.

It is the most impeccably sunny day since the beginning of autumn.

Staring at the scorching sun above his head, Jinguji Yue felt an inexplicable sense of unreality, and couldn't help but wonder whose Sunny Doll was responsible.

No, in the final analysis, the fact that it was Sunny Baby's role was no longer in line with his common sense.

"Good morning, Moon."

His childhood sweetheart came out from next door and greeted him with a smile.

We boarded the tram together and headed to school.

On the slope leading to Kamizakura High School, in addition to students in uniforms, many adults can be seen, mostly middle-aged couples and parents of students.

Although it was a working day, there were quite a few parents coming to the school.

The mothers of Jinguji Yue and Sakurakoji Sakura didn't come, but it was a good thing for Jinguji Yue. He didn't want them to know that he and Sakurakoji Sakura were pretending not to be familiar with each other in school.

After greeting Hoshino Mori Hoshino and Yamada Kanade at the school gate, Tsuki Jinguji went to the classroom and, like most boys, changed into sportswear directly in the classroom.

The opening ceremony is at nine o'clock in the morning.

Because of Kamizakura High School's outstanding club culture, the playground covers a very wide area, with an artificial turf football field, a plastic track, and an entire baseball field behind the new school building.

It is easy to accommodate the nearly [-] students in the school, as well as the parents who come to visit and support.

Standing on the crowded football field, Tsuki Jinguji was naturally drowned in the crowd. Looking up at the school building, the "effort", "friendship" and "victory" from top to bottom were so bright and youthful.

It turns out that as long as there are stupid parents around who are cheering for their children, and some exciting and enthusiastic songs are played on the school radio, even if the banners say "lazy", "nap" and "failed", it must be extremely youthful. thing.

Under the autumn sky, at the lively sports festival, the prejudices of a 16-year-old boy were being played out as always.

"Ah...test, test."

"Yes, no problem."

The dean of students standing next to the principal patted the microphone and took a step back. The principal stood in front of the microphone and shook the manuscript paper in his hand against the wind. If his manuscript paper and wig could be blown away by the autumn wind, he would run around along the plastic track. , then this year’s sports festival will definitely be a legend that can be passed down.

It's a pity that something with programmatic effect like that didn't happen.

"Dear classmates and parents..."

Jingujizuki let his mind wander, not interested in paying attention to the stereotyped rhetoric, until the students around him began to applaud, and at this time he suddenly clapped his hands like a gregarious person.

There was no other reason. The azure girl standing behind the principal was looking at him.

How can I put it this way? The student president is really hard-working. If he is asked to stand behind the principal and receive the attention of all the teachers and students in the school...

Well, I still can’t imagine that scenario.

"Good morning everyone, I am Hoshino Mori Hoshino, the student council president."

The crowd suddenly burst into warm applause, and even the shouts of many boys could be heard.

Sure enough, a name like the beautiful girl student council president that sounds very two-dimensional will have a large number of followers even in the real world.

Before the young man becomes a boring adult, he learns another piece of useless knowledge. If he follows this pace, he might become an interesting person full of crooked ideas in the future.

In short, while Jinguji Yue was thinking wildly, the student council president on the stage had announced that this year's Jinzakura High School Sports Festival had officially begun.

Mixed in the crowd, nearly a thousand students were doing preparatory exercises at the same time, so of course some minor incidents would happen.

For example, if a boy in the distance picks up a girl who accidentally fell, this is a love flag.

For example, after stepping down, the principal patted the dean on the shoulder, speaking in a kind and thoughtful manner. This is a career flag.

For another example, after the preparatory exercise, Hoshino Mori Hoshino walked down from the stage, shook her chest happily, and trotted to Jinguji Yue's side.

The movement of the sphere that swayed up and down, left and right, fell into the eyes of Sakurakoji, a classmate not far away.

This is the death flag, Jinguji Tsuki's.

...joking.

"Jinguji-san, how are you?"

"How about what?"

"The speech I just gave."

"Didn't listen carefully."

"That's too much."

Hoshino Mori Hoshino reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then walked towards Sakurakoji Sakura, who was in the same class as the boy.

"How's it going, Sakurakoji-san?"

"Yeah! Senior sister is so awesome!"

Over there, Hoshino Mori Hoshino looked back at Jinguji Yue with a proud face.

Jingujizuki was speechless. Was that the correct answer?

How cheap.

Young people will not give in.

"Ah? Saakura-chan, are you familiar with the president?" A girl next to Saakura Sakurakoji asked.

"Well……"

"Hey! Is it true that the president and Jinguji from our class are in love?"

As a hot girl, Tsuchiya-san immediately asked the girls' most curious questions.

Although the other girls thought in their hearts that this dark-skinned hottie really couldn't read the air, no one stopped her at this moment. It seemed that they had to hear Hoshino Mori Hoshino's answer before they pretended to say "It's so rude to ask like this." exit.

Generally speaking, the scheming among female high school students is far beyond the reach of others.

Jinguji Yue was indifferent to this hellish scene. He covered his ears to prevent their voices from leaking into his ears. He walked alone outside the plastic track and sat down on the asphalt steps.

The group events that Jinguji Tsuki participated in were netball and tug-of-war, both of which were held in the morning and had to wait a while. The special event was the last competition at the sports festival.

"Ah~ah! Senior, we caught you for being lazy!"

The voice came from behind, and he could tell who it was without looking back.

With his elbows on the steps beside him, Jinguji Yue raised his neck and looked behind him, clearly seeing the round face of the little animal from bottom to top.