108 108 Sports Festival Day (1/2)
Early June - At this time of gradual transition to the sweaty season, physical education festivals are held at the schools attended by Zhou.
High school sports festivals are more of an atmosphere, such as on the extended lines of classes, rather than a soothing event, such as an elementary or secondary sports event, and there is little for fathers and brothers to come to watch.
Still, some students are regarded as enthusiastic because it is an event when it comes to a handful of events. Especially the junior classmates in the athletic department thought it was a chance to show their abilities to their advisors, or they were strained.
Conversely, many students belonging to the Ministry of Culture do not really feel comfortable.
It is also the latter part of the perimeter of the home office.
”Dull.”
Zhou secretly laughs bitterly when he hears a student in the same tent whining small.
He has a cool face because Zhou is not in the mood either, but he is not so much as a face that he is obviously unmotivated.
Fortunately, the first desire to compete passed, so they were not supposed to compete in events like running around in vain. If you were to run around, it would be like a horseback riding battle in which all the boys are precisely involved.
”You don't like Fujimiya. I was wondering if you really didn't like it.”
The side of the gate in the tent assigned to the same red group looks unexpectedly at the surrounding face.
”Well I hope so, and I don't hate it that much this time just because I have free time. Well, I think it's easier to study.”
”I think that's unusual...”
”Fujimiya doesn't seem to be good at exercising instead of excelling in terms of study. I don't have a choice.”
Zhou couldn't deny laughing bitterly at Shu, who was listening nearby.
Well, actually it is, so there's no point in denying it, but it's still a complicated mood to be pointed out by people.
I remember the sentiment that I appreciate the assessment that I excel in my studies and that it looks like that from others, but I still can't help but admire the literary martial arts.
”I figured I should exercise regularly. I take walks and run lightly.”
”I could have jogged with Fujimiya if I was close to home.”
”You can't keep up with the speed and strength of the gateway.”
”That's right. I don't remember trying to do that, Yuta. Yours isn't jogging, it's running.”
Apparently, Kyou had dated a jog by the gate, and he had a laid back look.
By the way, he's not in the athletic department system, he's in the cultural department, and he belongs to the astronomical department. It's called a skinny, small body or white skin that can be considered luxurious. It doesn't have the appearance of being able to exercise very much.
Even so, I can't say all about it because a luxurious, small midday does the bursting exercise.
”No, I think Fujimiya can go. I don't think I'm tired of marathons.”
”Think about when you're old. Some strength building is routine, but you're no match for the physical system.”
”I'm thinking about you now after I'm old...”
”Fujimiya is a weird one. No, should I say it's funny”
”Is that praiseworthy”
Shu is an honest and honest man with an honest personality, but his words are straight... terminal and not reluctant, because he was involved and understood.
”I think it's a compliment for once, maybe.”
”Bye, thanks”
”You're welcome.”
”What is this exchange...”
It was a nine-fold one that did not try to hide the scorn, but there was no such thing as ridicule, and it was merely scornful.
It also smiles slightly, I can see colors like that, so it wouldn't just mean on the surface.
”Fair enough. 'Cause it's normal for Ichiya to be natural.
”I don't think I'm natural...”
”All I don't know is who I am. Don't worry about Ichiya. You stay where you are.”
”Mm, do you?
To Shu, who is not going to pursue it any further with a light conviction, Zhou looks at the ground as he groans, ”Is that okay...”
In the ground, the players were walking short distances.
I would walk a hundred meters depending on the length of the truck. It seems the first runner is over, and the second runner is starting to line up.
The second runner seemed to be a group of women, and even our army had a bunch of women who seemed to be fast on their feet.
Some girls have familiar red tea hair.
”That, a thousand years old was fast legged”