The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

Since we are all from Akita...especially the Ikoma from Yurihonjo City...then this matter is undoubtedly a great thing——

The two people who understood each other clearly thought of something and looked much more relaxed. At this moment, the staff member responsible for reviewing the haiku let out another exclamation, which made everyone look sideways.

"What happened again?"

Since he was in a better mood this time, the curator didn't think too much about it. He even secretly thought about whether he should change this rule in the future. It seems that a few surprises like this would be quite good. The rigid rules

Over time, it will eventually become annoying.

"Director, the haiku are here again, this time there are ten in one breath - the level is almost the same as before!"

"What!"

The old man was immediately shocked. Satake and several famous writers next to him also had the same reaction as the former. Ten more haiku of similar quality came out? This is not enough to make people live!

After all, this kind of haiku requires extremely high talent and talent to write. Do you think you are just a cabbage? You have everything you want. Ten of them in one breath is really outrageous!

"Hurry up and take a look!"

The curator hurriedly urged, and several people took it and each of them read a piece of haiku, and the sounds of gasping and shocked sighs could not be heard.

"Look, look! This sentence about the spring rain, the umbrella is high and low, and the boat is crossing the boat is really wonderful! With just a few words, the picture comes to life on the paper, like a picture full of colors, with the artistic conception and rhythm. It's really

It’s unimaginable how on earth you came up with it!”

"My words are not bad. You see, umebai's yesterday is a thief. Ordinary pictures are painted so extraordinary, and the artistic conception is profound and fascinating. This skill and attainment can be called a master, and it has long surpassed us.

It’s over!”

"There is also this sentence, 月さすや谷をさまよふ蛍どち. It's so well written. The few words are beautiful. I have an urge to go back and retreat, and then write such an excellent paragraph.

The haiku—”

Several people talked about it, some were overjoyed, happy to have found a good haiku, and moved because of the content. Some sighed, feeling lost, seeing the work of a master, and only then did they realize the gap in their own level.

But soon someone discovered other important points.

"Wait, these are not the most important, haven't you noticed? These haiku are all written by the same people, and they are all from this idol group called Nogizaka46——"

"Huh? Really! Rina Ikoma, Nanase Nishino, Yumi Wakazuki, Rena Ichirai... Look, the authors of these articles and the three just now are actually them! Four of them!

A teenage idol can actually write such high-quality haiku, and there is almost no distinction between high and low levels!"

However, the person who just spoke shook his head and corrected: "No, what I want everyone to pay attention to is not this, but the handwriting! Look carefully, although these haiku were written by four people, the handwriting looks to be the same

What does this mean for an individual’s actions?”

"this--"

Several people were stunned for a moment, then shocked.

"You mean, there is a real master behind this writing these works?"

"good!"

The speaker nodded decisively.

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped, so shocked that they couldn't even speak.

"After all, if it was really written by a group of teenage idols, it would be too shocking. But if one of the people accompanying him happens to have such ability, it sounds reasonable, right?"

Several people nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

After a long silence, Satake finally stood up. With a smile on his face, he glanced around the people present and said thoughtfully: "Everyone, it's rare to see such a talented young man. If we still stay here,

Isn’t there something wrong with waiting for someone to come to your door because you are so proud of your status?”

"Satake-san, what do you mean..."

"Go out now, and let's invite them, or him, to come in!"

...

...

What few people in the cultural center didn't know was that the excitement outside the cultural center at this time was no less intense than inside. In terms of atmosphere, it was even more lively.

The reason is also very simple. Of course, the criteria for whether a haiku can pass the review are not just handed in directly after the staff's subjective judgment. Once it is judged that it meets the requirements, the work written by the person who passed it will also be read out with a microphone.

It is used to show fairness and no shady secrets.

In the past, even if the works that were read out were slightly worse, they would still be recognized by most people. After all, the level is there. As long as it can pass, it will not be too bad no matter how bad it is. Occasionally disapproval will not be too bad.

Just because of the aesthetic difference.

Only this time, when the staff read out this haiku, the scene was completely silent.

"さびしさや,One-foot eliminationえて,ゆくほたる——"

The content of the haiku echoed outside the cultural center. People who heard the content of the work clearly closed their mouths immediately and unconsciously. Those who did not hear clearly also shut up suddenly when told by others. Then after a few seconds of silence, the crowd

A long-lasting sound of admiration broke out!

“Well written!”

"This is a real master! Compared with the previous ones, his level is simply far ahead!"

"I don't have the courage to continue writing after hearing this. Only at this level can we pass, so what a waste of time we have to write!"

People were talking excitedly, and even the girls who handed in the haiku in person were shocked and speechless. They didn't expect that the haiku that a few of them handed in casually could have such an effect. There were almost endless compliments and applause, which was shocking and incomprehensible.

A certain Osaka pigeon is even more happy, and her mouth full of healed white teeth makes people feel very happy. It seems that Baiyunshan's praise is more deserving of praise than her own. The look of squinting and giggling is very cute.

The next one was submitted one after another, and the response was more enthusiastic than the last. There were more than ten articles in a row, and the haiku in each article was enough to be included in the textbook level. It was so excellent that it was hard to live.

The crowd at the scene and the staff in charge were so shocked that they became jealous. They just clapped mechanically and couldn't even express their emotions.

The discussion has changed from praise at the beginning to now basically turning to topics such as whether the next article can maintain the previous level, or whether it may be written by the same person. It can be seen that I have read so much in one go.

I have long been used to being shocked by top-notch and excellent works, and it is difficult to make waves in my heart again.

"Sure enough... you are indeed Baiyun-san——"

Seeing this scene, the girls held it in for a long time and could only come up with this complimentary comment. This is indeed the case, although it seems very incredible. After all, the guy in front of them just now kept saying that he could not write haiku.

, but now he has won the applause of the whole house, even hearing the applause makes him numb, but if this is what happened to Bai Yunsang, it is not that unbelievable.

After all, this is not the first time for this guy.

Chuan Jingai, who was next to him, was even more surprised and stammered. He pointed at Baiyun Mountain and said, "Baiyun Sang, you, you, you, didn't you say you can't write haiku?"

"yes."

Baiyunshan didn't even raise his head and continued to write furiously. He had just made a rough estimate. If one person wrote a haiku, the staff on site plus Chuan Jingai and himself would have to write a dozen more haiku in total. There was still some left.

It’s the last article. This is not the time to take a break.

So while burying his head in writing, he responded: "I mean I can't write, but these are not written by me. These are written by Ikoma and the other four. If you want to ask, you should ask them -

"

"Do you think I'm blind?"

Chuan Jingai almost spat out a mouthful of saliva and said angrily: "I just watched what you wrote, and you can still say it's not you. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"This doesn't mean you're stupid—"

Baiyunshan said, putting away the last piece of haiku he had written, and then said slowly: "This is for publicity purposes, of course I have to say it like this."

"publicity?"

Chuan Jingai was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, but he still wasn't angry about feeling like he was being played like a monkey, and snorted angrily and said: "Okay, if you can let the organizer or the curator or the like

The character comes out directly to greet you and invites you in. I will treat the propaganda you said as true, apologize to you, and even treat you to barbecue in the evening! Otherwise——"

"No need to do otherwise——"

Before he finished speaking, Baiyunshan interrupted him. He glanced up, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Look, they are here -"