My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 209 Track and Field Department

“Boom…boom…boom…!”

"Go home from school, be careful on your way home."

As soon as the school bell rang, Ms. Nokita closed her Chinese textbook and rushed out of the classroom.

The quiet classroom suddenly became noisy after Mr. Nogi left.

Shoko packed all the textbooks and books on the table into her schoolbag, then looked at him and asked:
"Tsuna, why don't you go report to the track and field club first? I'll go to the art club and talk to Ms. Naruko and the others for you."

"Mmm, numb—"

"I don't want to hear what you said after that." Shoko reached out and covered his mouth, physically interrupting him.

Gang sighed and grabbed her little hand. "Okay, okay, I understand."

"Then I'll wait for you in the art department."

After saying that, Shoko gently broke free from his hand, stood up, said "See you tomorrow" to the two people behind her and Ayumi Ajitani who walked forward, and then left the classroom through the back door.

"See you tomorrow, everyone."

After watching Shoko leave the classroom, Tsuna looked away, stood up, waved to the three of them, and also left the classroom.

"Bye." x3
During her lunch break today, Ayumi Ajitani wondered why Tsuna had spent so much time with Sai-sensei yesterday.

After obtaining Tsuna's consent, Shoko explained the whole story to the three of them.

So when I saw the two, who were almost inseparable, parting ways after school, I didn't feel curious or anything.

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The chirping of cicadas outside the teaching building and the whistles on the playground blended together to create the background music of summer.

After leaving the classroom, Tsuna followed the map in his mind and arrived at the far left end of the first floor of Teaching Building No. 1.

Looking at the silver sign on the door frame that read "Track and Field Department Office," he knew in his heart that he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

"Dong dong dong..."

Instead of rushing into the open classroom, Tsuna knocked on the wooden door first to get the attention of the two students inside.

The fifteen-tatami room is covered with worn-out tatami mats.

Six blue iron lockers were arranged along the east wall, with several pairs of spiked shoes of different sizes piled on top of them.

The glass cabinet on the west wall displays old photos from the Showa era and yellowed championship banners, creating a subtle contrast with the modern heart rate monitor in the corner.

The north wall was covered with training schedules, and the one from September was covered with dense annotations drawn with fluorescent markers.

This is a general overview of what Tsuna saw inside as he stood by the door.

"Hey, what's going on?" A boy with a healthy complexion and a buzz cut was the first to ask curiously.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come on, let's go inside and talk."

Just then, the voice of Mr. Sai, who had appeared out of nowhere, came from behind Tsuna, interrupting his explanation.

He turned around and greeted Mr. Zuo Jing behind him, and the two people in the classroom quickly echoed his greeting.

"This is the 'Miyamura Tsunayoshi' I told you about."

Mr. Saoi led Tsuna into the classroom and introduced him to the two puzzled students.

Then Tsuna and the two introduced themselves to each other.

The two had heard from Mr. Sakai yesterday that Tsuna had been mentioned, and they were indeed very curious about Tsuna, who had been invited in by Mr. Sakai.

As for feeling resentful or anything like that, neither of them held onto it.

Both of them are currently third-year students, with about six months left until graduation, and they still have a lot of thoughts about giving up.

Moreover, it would be gratifying to see outstanding successors take their place when they leave.

After introducing themselves to Tsuna, the two chatted with Mr. Sai for a few minutes before leaving the track and field club office to go to the playground for their daily training.

"How did you feel? Pretty much what I told you yesterday, right?" After the two left the classroom, Ms. Saoi asked Tsuna with a grin.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Tsuna glanced at the arrangement of the room's furnishings and casually gave him a perfunctory reply.

It's only the first day here, how can you tell...?

He looked at the baton passed down from one general to another in the iron box on the windowsill, and curiously stepped over to take a look.

Inside the box lid was a note written by the first department head to his juniors:
"The sound of spikes clapping as they turn a corner is the resonant frequency of our heartbeats."

Teacher Zuo Jing stood quietly to the side watching him, choosing not to disturb him.

As time went on, more and more members of the track and field club joined the club and got to know Tsuna.

Seeing that it was almost time and that he had already said goodbye to almost all the members of the track and field club, Tsuna said "goodbye" to Mr. Sai next to him, left the track and field club, and headed to the art club.

He discussed it with Teacher Zuo Jing yesterday. As long as he persists in jogging every morning and increases the distance again.

You can just go to the track and field club once a week on Fridays, and do a professional training session and a small test with Coach Zuo Jing.

This is why Tsuna agreed to his request; otherwise, he would never have joined two clubs, even if it meant his death.

Of course, this is conditional: the test scores cannot decline too drastically each time, otherwise the training will need to be intensified.

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"Dong dong dong..."

Tsuna stood in front of the art club's closed classroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door without hesitation, until Naruko-sensei's voice came from inside:
"The door isn't locked, just come in."

He stopped knocking, turned the doorknob, and went inside.

After nodding and greeting the seniors and Naruko-sensei inside, I immediately spotted the empty seat next to Shoko.

She also patted the empty seat next to her, as if by telepathy.

As for the student from the same grade who asked for leave yesterday, he had never seen him before, so it seems that it wasn't what Shoko had guessed.

He nodded silently to the other person and quickly walked over to sit down next to Shoko.

"Tsuna, Tsuna, look, how's this drawing I did?"

As soon as he sat down, Shoko couldn't wait to share the works she had created with her artistic talent.

Looking at the strange-looking thing on her drawing board, Gang didn't know how to praise it for a moment...

"nice……"

"Smack..." Shoko lightly slapped his arm without any politeness, wrinkled her nose at him, and said with dissatisfaction, "What's so good about it...?"

This is a line drawing exercise that Ms. Naruko asked me to do first, drawing straight lines, curves, and hatching.

You started with a simple "It looks good," couldn't you have been a little more perfunctory?

"..." Tsuna was speechless.

No wonder it doesn't look like anything at all...

“Perfect timing. I can teach you the basics that Naruko-sensei just taught me, so you won’t have to bother Naruko-sensei to explain them again.”

Shoko's little moods come and go quickly.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Shoko-sensei." Tsuna nodded, knowing that it was time for Shoko-san's favorite part: cosplay.

"Keep your voice down..."

Upon hearing this, Shoko quickly looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her seniors were all busy with their own things.

When it was just the two of them, she still enjoyed Tsuna calling her Shoko-sensei.

But now he's calling her that in front of so many seniors he's only known for a few days.

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground...

(End of this chapter)