The main character is only twelve years old, a real child, a coming-of-age story, a comprehensive comic, there may be one person, Fumino or something else, the writing is novice, very novice
I tried hard to avoid looking at him in person, but I knew I couldn't dodge him too obviously. I could only try my best to look straight at him and try my best to ignore him.
I have determined that I have traveled through time, and now all I need to do is pretend not to see it, and I try to comfort myself.
But even though I have tried hard enough to ignore it and have been trying to calm down, I am still just a student who has just finished the high school entrance examination, or even a skipper. I really can't calm down my crazy beating heart, and I can only pray that the real person doesn't notice me.
Fortunately, it seems that the real person did not notice me. The alley is very narrow, and I always feel that I almost pass by the real person, even though there is about half a meter between us.
I was one meter, two meters, three meters away from him. The distance became farther and farther, and I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss, you dropped your stuff."
