Nomiya put his hands on his hands and looked out the window in a daze.
Watching the cherry petals falling slowly, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
The last Spring High School is around the corner, and the volleyball club is training intensively. Recently, I rarely even see his back.
If this continues, Yuki Asai will definitely succeed.
Damn Yuki Asai, why do you have to like the same person as me?
Nomiya pulled out a textbook from the bottom of the desk, opened the page and revealed a corner of the pink envelope. He thought seriously for a while and closed the book.
Oh, I'm a little scared just thinking about it, so let's forget it.
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Miyagi Shrine
Nomiya wrote stroke by stroke
"Chungao wins the championship!!"
Just as I turned around, I turned back and secretly added a line on the back:
"Hopefully that guy likes me."
The sneaky Nomiya was particularly eye-catching. After she disappeared, someone found the piece of Ema she left behind on the shelf.
The wind picked up.
Wind chimes and leaves made a tinny sound, and the top wooden board was overturned by the wind.
The girl's thoughts are clearly visible.
He chuckled and couldn't help but say, "Idiot."
(First-person unit drama, each story has a random setting, a random male protagonist, and a random female protagonist's personality)
Purpose: Youth prose about volleyball and love