CH 1 (1/2)
Chapter 1: Tooko-senpai Is a Gourmet
“Gallico‟s stories are filled with the flavor of winter It is as if fresh snoas quiescently
with surreality- it cleanses my
heart of all its impurity Such beauty, yet with a touch of sorrow” Tooko-senpai gasped as she
looked through Paul Gallico‟s short stories anthology
The club we are in, Kiyoshi+Jou School‟s Literature Club, is located at a four-story high complex,
at the west side corner of the third building
Whenever the sun set, its golden sunlight shi+nes through the s as if the classroom were
being poured with honey
The old cardboard boxes that were used as storage containers were currently stacked at the
corners of the room In the middle there was an old beech table, plus two iron bookshelves and a
drawer All these are blanketed with books Books that have no room to be placed are piled at
every corner If an earthquake strikes, the towers of books would definitely collapse It seems
very likely that ould be trapped under the book rubble and die of suffocation
Sitting in this narrow room, filled with the musty odor of old books and mildeas Tookosenpai
With her knees bent, and her feet on the chair, one could alht of her
panties Moreover, every tilimpse Her posture is
very inappropriate
Senpai put her pale face on her bent kneecaps and, with her ars, she
carefully turned the page of the book she was reading with those slender fingers of hers
Her black bangs were reclined on her white forehead Her long braids were hanging from her
shoulder to her waist Her skin was so pale that, in contrast, her black hair, eyebrows, and irises
see
When Tooko-senpai was silent, she appeared graceful to the point of being like a doll
But…
Tooko-senpai‟s slender fingers slowly teared part of the page out and put the strip into her mouth
She held the piece in her rass, she started chewing
(Ohit This scene seems surreal to me no matter how
many times I witness it)
Then she sed
Her throat gave a bit of a gulping sound as she sed the paper After she was done with
that piece, she tore out another strand of paper and ate it Almost immediately, her apathetic
expression changed into an expression of bliss The corner of her eyes fell and her face gave a
very sweet smile
“Gallico‟s stories always taste so good~~~~~Ahh, Gallico! He was born in New York The
movie adaptation of his book „The Poseidon Adventure‟ and his children literature series „Mrs
Harris‟ are deservingly famous However I think his best work is „The Snow Goose‟! The artist,
Rhayader, who live a solitary life in an abandoned lighthouse, and the girl, Fritha, who held an
injured white goose when she rieve!
They both have boundless affection and eh, what
an innocent love! Did you know? Konoha, not everything can be expressed through noisy
verbalization Thoughts that are truly important should be kept inside one‟s heart until he dies
Only by resisting the temptation to speak can one admire the beauty of lamentation! I cry every
ti Gallico‟s stories can cool one‟s feverish heart; just like how high class
chilled Gelatin dessert can heal one‟ssensation, absolutely
superb Oh, you must read „Jennie‟ and „Snowflake‟ as well! I recoawa‟s
translation edition!”
I put the fifty pages a stack genkoo yoshi+ onto the uneven table Then, with a HB pencil, I
prepared myself to write a three topic short story Today‟s topics were “First Love”, “Strawberry
Daifuku”, and “The Parlia”- these topics seemed a bit nonsensical to me
As I lowered , I calmly retorted Senpai with comebacks
“Because Tooko Senpai is aother than words on papers,
you don‟t knohat chilled jelly tastes like; how can you do analogies with it?”
The moment I said it, Tooko-senpai became so miffed that she puffed her cheeks
“Of course I can I can use ination to compensate for this fault Ahhhh! The taste of
chilled jelly must taste like this And Konoha, you called me a monster; this is a prejudiced term
I only want to s all the stories and words in this world into my stomach I am just a
norh student who happens to have a deep love for literature A coaku shoujo
“I don‟t think a norirl would just tear books apart and then s the pieces
as if they were the s in this world At least in the 16 years of my life, I have
never heard of a high school student as weird as Tooko-senpai”
Tooko-senpai becarew even bigger She
shouted-
“That is so insensitive of you! You actually called a girl weird right in front of her, you are so
unthoughtful! I agests you may
na and tend to them, you actually
say such s to your Senpai”
Tooko-senpai becaruntled and muttered “Gosh!+ Sheesh~~~”, but she recovered almost
instantly She sprang from her chair with a loud thud and, with a merry expression on her face,
she walked toward me
“Ah well My forgiveness is as encoalaxy I won‟t pay much
attention to is an insolent Kouhai said Now, is my „snack‟ ready?”
She really is a very straightforward person, so much so that when she asks for snacks, even her
tone becoulping saliva down her
throat at this moment
The 3rd year student Tooko Amano-senpai is the president of the Literature Club; she is also a
es and words on papers as bread and water,
and happily devours them
One year ago, this French braid bungaku shoujo dragged me into the Literature Club From then
on, every tiry, hurry and write
so, come on…” I would then proceed to scribble some poems or stories
Now I am in the 2nd month of my 2nd year, yet the Literature Club has Tooko-senpai and I as its
only et any 1st year student to join A few days ago, she finally lost her
patience She stuffed the overdue club brochures to me, and ordered me “Konoha, as the club
president, I will entrust these to you!”
So I sedfuriously, stood at the entrance of the school to
hand out the brochures Even then, no new students joined
Maybe Tooko Senpai and I are destined to uphold this club?
I already decided to quit writing, ould I join the Literature Club? Writing should have
beco for me
The reason for this is that writing snacks for this er a tedious task- it
has become part of my daily life… Tooko-senpai took out a silver hand watch from her front
pocket and shoved it to my face
“Look look There are only 5For the sake of your respected senpai, please
write so that is super sweet! Gallico‟s stories are known for their inner calmness and are
refreshi+ngly untainted, so for this tiic stories
are beautiful in themselves, but a ro Don‟t
make the main character died of leukemia or a heart attack, or have his plane crash, or him
choking to death by eating strawberry daifuku, or anything similar in tone!”
I got it
I decided to change the plot
I rite that the main character and his first love, after years of separation, coincidentally run
into each other in front of the parliairl will then be killed by a box of
strawberry daifuku falling onto her head, and the story will end tragically!
Tooko-senpai put her chin on her hands and, with her elbows supporting the weight of her head,
smiled at me
She looked as if she were a well- for her food or snacks,
however, her obsession surfaced as if she were a little kid Her eyes gleaer
anticipation
“Ho ho Handwritten coai or Souseki‟s
compositions, the reader will taste the sweetness of ripened fruit On the other hand, the writings
of amateurs have that bitter fresh taste that attracts me Especially those handwritten
compositions- it is as if you use your hands to lade water from a clean creek and sip the crystal
clear water from your palm- it calms one to the heart! And so fresh and sweet as if you are
enjoying soh sometimes the fruits taste
a bit like dirt, they are still very, very, very delicious!”
My compositions are tomatoes and yellow pickles…?
If I tell her that I was the mysterious bishoujo writer, what sort of expressions would she have?
Of course, I would never ain in my life
“Look, two minutes left Crunch time Do your best”
Tooko-senpai started cheering for