108 108 Sports Festival Day (2/2)

”Oh, Mr. White River is fast. When I was in middle school, I was in shore.”

”Oh, really?”

”Yeah. Looks like I didn't get in high school. He said it's hard to rub it with senior members of the department.”

”Should I go into the premise that I can rub it”

”Ya, yeah. There are circumstances to this... well, I guess I'm tired of punishing you.”

”... tired?

”Mr. White River had a twist on dating a tree. Somehow, yeah, there's a senior on shore who likes trees.”

”Uh, I guessed.”

Now is the time for the two to be a couple admitted during the school year, but I heard from him that in middle school, before dating, the tree had attacked him violently at the age of a thousand.

He said he had a slightly cooler personality than he had now, and it took him a lot of time to go out with him to dictate his thousand-year-old.

If the seniors in the department who fall in love with the tree were watching it, it's not hard to imagine rubbing it.

”He decided not to go into the club because of the stigma and all that. But, you know, I think I like to run, and sometimes I see you running.”

The house is a neighborhood, he added, and the doorstep laughs and looks at the thousand years old who took the crowding start position.

Even from Zhou, close to the amateur, the thousand-year-old posture is what went into the hall, and even seems beautiful.

Her expression in the distance was not always unyielding like a joke and laugh, but sharp with seriousness.

The sound of an empty cannon echoes through the ground.

At that moment, it was a thousand years old who moved faster than anyone else.

Running out on a form that said whoever saw it was mouth to mouth, she even pulled out the active shore affiliated girl and that's what runs like the wind.

It flows back so that soft hair is left behind, and the body just comes forward. Strongly grounded feet were headed for goal faster than the rest of the players.

The more beautiful she looked, the more goal-taped she noticed.

Thousands of years running through the course before anyone else, red group with the best flag...... I'm laughing to see this one.

Waving the flag satisfactorily even made me feel smiled.

Thousands of years old, returning after a hundred-meter walk, are proudly chested.

”I'm home. Were you watching?

”I was watching. I was watching. That was fast.”

”Wow, thanks!

”Right. It still feels good to watch the White River run”

Zhou also praises Zhou for being ”tired, you were fast” at a thousand years of praise and pleasure from the two current athletics affiliates.

In fact, I was unexpectedly scared that it was fast, but if you're a thousand years old, you seem to have no feelings for it. ”Ah, it was fun,” he laughs relaxed.

The unusual lack of nervousness from hitting him while he was running seemed to be a thousand years old, and Zhou relaxed his cheeks in relief.

”But the White River is as fast as ever.”

”Heh, that's because I make training my routine. Not as fast as I was in active duty on a boulder.”

Apparently I am surprised because I was in middle school faster than this. The periphery of the circumference was as much as I envied it as a mediocre circumference, as there were many people with some superior physical abilities, brain surfaces, etc.

Shu was in the same middle school as the Gateside guys, but he's still surprised at this speed even though he doesn't belong on shore.

”I always wonder, why so fast. Will low surface area still considerably reduce wind resistance?”

”Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Where's the surface area?”

”Hmm? Talking about height.”

What else could it be? Thousands frowned at Shu, who saw Thousands with pure eyes.

This would be more out of shame on me than out of anger. You must have thought they were talking about your physique.

Thousands of years old, by the way, aren't as small as midday, but I can't even say they're tall.

A slightly higher average for women, but not that high for athletes.

On top of that, I guess Shu was surprised at that speed because he was either skinny and not in athletic shape.

I can't feel anything else from how he is, so a thousand years old just totally quickened.

You blew yourself up, Mr. White River.

”Mako, shut up”

Zhou smiled small and bitterly at her as she sat on the side with her cheeks blushing and slapping Kyou's back.