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Ichinose Hounami glanced at the speechless Nan Yunya, with a look of helplessness on her face, she said casually, "...it seems that we can only stop here...well... Indeed, if you enter the student union now, it might be too early."

"As I said, this is not a denial of your ability. It's better to say,'Let's take the second place', which is contempt for you. If you don't like it, I won't allow it." The expression on Horikita's face , Regained the usual indifferent: "So, I will give you five months to grow up to your heart's content. In this school, the student union is not the only place where you can learn from experience."

"Then I would like to thank Mrs. President for his love and mention, hehe."

A lively smile appeared on Ichinose Houba's face again, and she responded politely.

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Chapter 72—Rain and Umbrella

Is the rain clean?

"despair--"

A cold touch came from the warm palms, and Xia Ming retracted his outstretched hand, slowly leaning in front of him, and carefully watching the raindrops on it through flat glasses.

Clear and transparent, with his movements, the semicircular shape seems to be trembling tremblingly. If you zoom in, it looks like pudding jelly?

Well, Xia Ming is a little hungry, he wants to eat dessert.

"When Masumi gets the umbrella, let's go to'Palette' and sit for a while."

Patting Xia Ming's head, the silver-haired girl's face was full of doting and tenderness.

Xia Ming's eyes lit up and nodded happily.

Palette is the name of the cafe in the shopping center.

Of course, for him, the coffee in the cafe is not important, the dessert inside is the key.

"You guys, obviously didn't even eat dinner."

Ichinose Hounami on the side shook his head helplessly, looking rather ill-tempered.

"It doesn't matter. Dinner or something is just a step to get energy. In that case, isn't it the same to eat high-energy desserts."

In order to defend his dinner, Xia Ming argued hard.

Ichinose Houbo puffed up her cheeks, she reached out and pinched the soft flesh around her waist, "I won't need you when I get fat."

"Smack~"

Gently patted the girl's little hand, Xia Ming snorted: "You are just envious of my physique for not being fat. Also, the waist is one of the most important parts of a man. Don't pinch frequently."

Pursing her lips slightly, the feeling of pain or itching can't stop her, glanced at the back of her hand that didn't even have a red mark, Ichinose Hounami loosened her fingers, and walked halfway around the man's waist like a claw. Can't you pinch me and can't you tick, huh.

Rustle--

The patter of rain is endless, and Xia Ming, who is not ticklish at his waist, does not pay much attention to the girl's play. He looks at the gentle wind and drizzle outside, and his heart is quite peaceful.

He likes rain, gentle breeze and drizzle, and also likes the feeling of rain.

When did it start? He also forgot the memory of rain. The earliest part was when he was in elementary school in the previous life. At that time, he seemed to have a quiet atmosphere, even though his heart was as noisy as his peers.

One day, probably in late autumn, it was majestic and heavy rain. The gray-black dark clouds almost connected the sky and the earth, covering the entire field of vision with the pouring rain needles.

How long is school? I don't know, but it's so dark, it's already late, right? If you don't go back, you will be scolded?

This is the reason, right? It's no big deal to make children feel that it's raining.

He took off his thick coat and carried his beloved cyan schoolbag on his back. It was a rare gift for him. It can't get wet. Who gave it? Hmm...forgot.

Putting on his coat again, putting on the hood behind his back, and walking into the heavy rain.

"Pattern patter--"

The slender and dense raindrops hit the jacket, making a messy and endless sound, unexpectedly a little nice, thunder? Ah, is there any... he forgot again.

The rain was heavy and dense. In less than a minute, the ubiquitous rain penetrated his whole body. Is it cold? Does it feel uncomfortable to be drenched? Maybe, but he has forgotten now.

The figure walking quickly under the rain curtain looks like a short old man with a hump back, which is the hump back supported by his schoolbag.

"His--wow!"

There was a slightly different sound from the symphony that had been repeated for a long time. He turned his face slightly, and a ray of light was very unceremoniously reflected on his face-there was a car.

He hurriedly stepped away and watched the car whizzing past his eyes.

Patter, patter--

It was still the sound of a shower hitting his body, and the muddy water splashing from the big iron box was meaningless in the wipers, but it disappeared from him in the blink of an eye.

"Beep—"

Um? and also? The sound of the horn caught his attention.

Turning his face again, he looked at the source of the dazzling sound.

The slightly squinted eyes were filled with uncomfortable light, and even the gray raindrops turned into shiny things filling the corners of the eyes...Huh?

The stain-like thing darkened a little light source. Who is that? Who is holding an umbrella of what color?

"..."

——The memories come to an abrupt end.

Well, after all, although he was only in his early twenties when he died, the memory was his memory more than ten years ago. It would be blurred, and even most of the content would be forgotten.

And the next memory related to rain is that he didn't know when he liked to walk in the drizzle.

Neither an umbrella nor a raincoat, just plugged in headphones to listen to music, walking alone in the rain, or around here and there, or walking back and forth on a long road.

how do you feel? Let's watch the music, he speeds up his pace when he is impassioned, and he walks slowly while whispering.

Handsome? romantic?

No, no, no, who is handsome alone? Who is romantic with? He just-likes the feeling of light and drizzle.

"Beep—"

The short whistle sound pulled Xia Ming's thoughts back to reality.

He subconsciously looked at the sound source-a car with its headlights on, and a girl not far in front of it, holding an umbrella to get away.