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Everything can be displayed openly.
Come to the classroom.
The scene inside was no different from usual. Students moved stools, tables and chairs to the sides, and the open space in the middle was used as a rehearsal area for the stage play.
Fujii Itsuki stood in the corridor and looked inside through the window.
In the classroom, the students were busy rehearsing. Jiu Huayue stood in the middle, wearing a school uniform and looking focused.
In front of her were Matsumae Shinharu, Hiiragi Rinka and others.
It can be seen that even without props and costumes, she is still practicing the script very attentively.
But the atmosphere seemed wrong the next moment.
Jiu Huayue was not satisfied with everyone's performance and felt that the problems were too big, so she kept pointing out the problems between everyone.
In addition, Jiuhuayue usually has a strong personality in the class and her tone is cold.
It's okay to point out one or two of these issues. Although they are true, this is too much.
Sure enough, something went wrong.
".I quit."
Fujii Itsuki saw Shinozaki throw the script on the ground, pick up her backpack and walk out of the classroom, wiping tears. Several classmates who were close to her said to Jiuhua Yue, "Jiuhua, you are too much!" and quickly chased after her.
In the classroom, Matsumae Shinharu remained silent, Hiiragi Rinka was in a dilemma, and the other students looked like they didn't know what to say.
They also felt that Jiu Huayue was going a bit too far. How could one keep criticizing someone's performance?
We can’t continue rehearsing the stage play today.
Probably because Xiaozaki Yumi was crying, many neutral classmates began to speak up for Xiaozaki, whispering bad things about Jiuhuayue.
"Everyone, everyone, don't say that. Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue is the same."
Seeing the awkwardness of Jiuhuayue standing alone in the middle of the class, Hiiragi Rinka wanted to speak up for her, but her voice was too soft and she didn't have a very good relationship with everyone in the class, so it was of no use.
Jiu Huayue felt more and more embarrassed sitting alone in the middle of the classroom, and more and more people were saying bad things about her.
Seeing her gloomy expression, Matsumae Shinchun was about to use her status as class monitor to stop the voice for her.
咚咚
Fujii Itsuki knocked on the classroom door.
"Teacher Fujii."
"Teacher Fujii."
The students greeted him in unison, and Jiu Huayue also looked up at him at this time.
"Ah."
Fujii Itsuki responded and glanced at Jiuhuayue, who was the only one in the middle of the class who didn't look back.
"Let's stop here for the rehearsal. Everyone, take a break and go home early today."
Everyone looked at each other, responded to Fujii Itsuki, and then started moving tables and chairs.
Jiuhuayue did help everyone, but no one seemed to appreciate it. However, since Fujii Itsuki was here, no one said much.
"Teacher Fujii, let's go now."
"Well, see you tomorrow, and be safe on the road."
After all the other students left, only Jiuhuayue, Matsumae Xinchun, and Hiiragi Rinka were left.
Jiuhuayue lowered her head, and when she passed by Fujii Itsuki, she whispered "I'm going home" and walked out of the classroom.
After Rinka Hiiragi bowed politely to Fujii Itsuki, she quickly chased after him.
At this time, Fujii Itsuki also wanted to chase out to see what was happening to Jiuhuayue, but was stopped by Matsumae Shinchun.
"Xinchun?"
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Matsumae Shinchun lowered her little head and remained silent, but told him by holding the corner of his clothes.
She didn't want him to go out and chase Jiuhuayue yet
this.
A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.
Fujii Itsuki tried his best to keep calm and asked the girl with the teardrop mole in a soft voice, "How about talking to Xinchun?"
"Teacher, Xiaoyue asked me to talk to her alone this morning." Matsumae Xinchun looked at him and spoke softly.
"She asked you out?"
"About what happened between us."
"What did you say?"
"Xiaoyue told me that she knows what you are thinking, teacher."
“Because I read the script.”
"Um"
"What is Xinchun thinking now?"
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After hearing his question, Matsumae Shinchun thought for a long time and finally shook his head, "I don't know either."
"Is it."
"Teacher, just like the story you wrote, the little sister can't forget the sea of flowers her brother took her to see, and I can't forget the scenery we saw on the top of the mountain when Xiaoyue took me out of the Matsumae house when we were little. Even though you must be more important to me now, I still can't forget it."
Fujii Itsuki bent down slightly, looked into the girl's eyes, and said comfortingly, "This is normal."
"Is it normal?"
“When did the world stipulate that a person can only be touched by one person and own one important thing?”
"But I still have to choose between you and me, Xiaoyue, right?"
Matsumae Shinchun said this, as if she had thought of something, "Teacher, I have been thinking about what should happen to our relationship these days. Unless unless unless I will agree with you and Xiaoyue."
This is really hard to say, and the girl always feels that the one she loves will be taken away by someone else.
After Matsumae Shinchun finished speaking, she kept shaking her head.
"No, no"
"Don't make it hard on yourself, Xinchun, if you don't want to, then you don't want to."
"Teacher, even if I say I don't miss Xinchun, I still feel like something is wrong."
Matsumae Shinchun was obviously in deep trouble.
She is taking a deep breath.
Fujii Itsuki saw that she was not in good condition and wanted to take her to the school clinic immediately, but he did not expect that the child gradually stabilized.
"I still need to think about it."
"That's right." said Fujii Itsuki.
"Teacher, go find Xiaoyue."
"It doesn't matter?"
"Putting aside Xiaoyue's feelings for you, Teacher, Xiaoyue is your sister now. It's normal for you to want to ask her when you see her sad. And when I saw Xiaoyue being isolated, I seemed to be able to feel the sadness in her heart. I don't know where this feeling came from."
After all, you are real sisters, related by blood.
Fujii Itsuki said something more to Matsumae Shinchun, then went out to look for Jiuhuayue.
Matsumae Shinchun stayed in the classroom, at the door, watching Fujii Itsuki's back going further and further away in the corridor until it disappeared around the corner.
The girl placed her hand on her heart.
This feeling of constant uneasiness still exists.
Am I worried about Xiaoyue?
strangeness.
too weird.
It is obvious that Xiaoyue is his opponent, the hostile opponent.
But why do I——
It’s hard to say, Matsumae Shinharu is currently unable to explain everything about herself.
Chapter 221 Tree's Humiliation
The gray-blue sky was gloomy, and fine raindrops fell silently from the sky.
The stone slabs and asphalt roads on the ground were wet by the rain, reflecting a faint halo of light. Vehicles on the street drove slowly, and the tires made sounds when they passed through the puddles, and the splashing water droplets flashed under the dim street lights.
Fujii Itsuki held an umbrella and found Jiuhuayue in a community park not far from the school.
She sat on the swing opposite the bench, her hair wet and sticking to her cheeks, and she looked haggard and weak. Hiiragi Rinka stood by her side, holding an umbrella for her, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.
Fujii Itsuki stopped at the park entrance for a moment, his eyes met with Hiiragi Rinka's. She noticed him immediately, and after a slight hesitation, she walked forward and bowed slightly, "Teacher Fujii, I'll go back first."
"Go back?" Fujii Itsuki repeated softly, seeming a little surprised by this sudden farewell.
"Yeah." Hiiragi Rinka nodded lightly, without saying anything more, and turned to Jiuhuayue, "Xiaoyue, I'm going back."
Jiuhuayue remained silent, her eyes still downcast. Hiiragi Rinka looked at her deeply, sighed, nodded to Fujii Itsuki, bowed, and then slowly left.
Fujii Itsuki took her place, stood beside Jiuhuayue and held an umbrella for her.
The child lowered her head and said nothing. The swing swayed gently and water flowed down her wet hair. It was unclear whether it was rain or her tears.
Fujii Itsuki wanted to speak several times but didn't know what to say. He could only stay by her side quietly, letting the rain hit the umbrella, making a monotonous and depressing sound, lingering in this deserted park.