Autumn is about to enter Bingsheng, and it seems that the enthusiasm of summer still remains.
Looking down from the roof of the teaching building, the members of the track and field team seem to be preparing for the county sports meeting, running laps and laps. The cheeks of the teenagers are covered with sweat. The teenagers running against the wind seem to be sprinting for their dreams. It was after six o'clock and the sky was still vaguely sunny, but not as warm as in the afternoon. The afterglow of the sun dyed the sky golden yellow. It's like the color of an omelette and looks delicious.
However, among the people Hibari knew, Yamamoto was probably the only one who thought so. Thinking of this, Hibari stroked his forehead helplessly, feeling that he had also been poisoned by that black-haired bastard.
Conception: