Dubian Che had decided to go to the Shogi Club to claim the "Dragon King" title that had eluded him last year.
This had nothing to do with the 200 yen he lost last year.
"The wind outside seems to have picked up." As evening approached, Ichiki Aoi leaned against the window, gazing at the sky.
Yesterday at dusk, Tokyo's sky was an unusual shade of purplish-red, but today, although the sky appeared normal, the wind was strong.
"The school has sent a message," Xiaoquan Aonai said, holding her phone, "instructing teachers to organize students to end the Cultural Festival and leave school early."
"That's it for today then." Kiyono Lin put down the script, rubbing her temples with a slight weariness.
Her fair and delicate face, slightly fragile, was so beautiful it made one think: How could someone be so attractive.
