"Hey- damn, where are your hands?!"
The young man smiled and said: "Don't be so gloomy. Since you are out to play, you have to smile~ Come and take a photo, Eggplant~"
The woman is standing sideways, wearing a brown instructor's uniform, and wearing a brown instructor's hat on her green hair. She folded her hands on her chest, her face slightly flushed. The young man was dressed in camouflage uniform, his golden hair was shining in the sun, and his blue eyes were like the sky. He hooked the woman with one hand and smiled at the camera while holding mineral water in the other.
"No matter what it is, I'm still very happy to see you."
"Why did you suddenly say such disgusting words... Are you a fake? Where did you knock the real Lal?" The boy said half-jokingly. "That coach with a serious personality, a cold expression, a stern and excellent coach."
"..."
"Hey - why are you crying? Why are you crying so well... Okay, okay, I believe you are serious..."
"Idiot, I didn't cry!"
"Hey - don't get so close to me..."
"Just cry, I can lend you my shoulder..."
"It's not rare..."
Lal's memories are mostly in the form of dialogue... The short story has been completed.
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