My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 227 Miyamura's Change of Heart? (Three-in-One)

"Young Master has finally decided to wake up?"

Shizuka Miyamura, who had just come out of the living room, heard the noise coming from the bottom of the stairs. She turned around and saw Tsuna, who was still sleepy, staggering down the stairs.

"Mom, did you prepare breakfast for me today?" Tsuna asked, yawning, ignoring his mother's teasing tone.

She would have been better off not asking, because the question made her angry. This morning, when Shoko told her that she hadn't had breakfast yet, she prepared extra food for her.

Unexpectedly, the two of them slept until noon, and were already preparing for lunch.

Fortunately, she had anticipated this, and the lunchbox she prepared for her husband when he went fishing was mostly their breakfast for that morning.

If the two of them don't get up to eat this morning, they can have it as afternoon tea.

"Have some fruit to tide you over. We're about to have lunch. If you finish your breakfast, you won't have room for lunch."

After saying that, Shizuka Miyamura turned and walked towards the kitchen without looking back.

Upon hearing this, A-Gang didn't dare to say anything more. After washing up in the washroom, he quickly returned to the second floor.

"Shoko, I heard from Mom that you didn't have breakfast this morning. Aren't you hungry?"

He pushed open the door and saw the man sitting on the bed in a duck-sitting position, constantly sniffing the glass of the black cat doll.

Ignoring the strange expression on her face, he continued to ask, "Also, Shizuka asked if you're staying for lunch today."

"I'll go downstairs and help Auntie prepare lunch!"

Shoko paused, her gaze meeting his before hastily looking away. She casually tossed the doll aside, stood up, and quickly walked past him.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall."

There was no response to his words. Instead, Shoko quickened his pace, shook his head helplessly, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Staring at the computer screen that was not yet turned on, I quickly recalled the plot developments of 'Your Lie in April' in my mind.

Around midnight, he only managed to type two quotation marks, clearly indicating he was experiencing writer's block...

In his previous life, the original work of 'Your Lie in April' was a manga, and he had only read the manga version.

Adapting it from a manga to a light novel is significantly more difficult than adapting the previous books.

"Tsuna, come down and get ready for dinner!!"

"Okay! Come here!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of Shoko downstairs. Without hesitation, he clicked the "Save" button on the mouse, shut down the computer, and got up to walk downstairs.

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As the midday sun shines through the eaves of the shrine, the air is still filled with the aroma of firewood from the buckwheat noodle stall.

Ginkgo leaves fluttered down onto the asphalt road, cut into tiny pieces of gold leaf by the tram tracks, until a cool breeze swept past the street corner at past three o'clock, and those spots of light suddenly faded into the dim yellow of old newspapers.

"Miyamura, if you're really worried, you can come along." At the door of Miyamura's house, Takagi Sana extended an invitation to Tsuna.

"No." Tsuna waved his hand without hesitation, refusing. "Shoko, you guys be careful."

Shoko patted her left shoulder bag: "Tsuna, don't worry, I've brought everything I need."

Seeing this, Tsuna didn't say anything more, waved to the three people who had agreed to go shopping with him, and closed the door.

"I've seen everything I wanted to see. I have absolutely no interest in the rest. I can't even watch them. What kind of terrible movies are they!"

He had just reached the entrance to the living room when he heard his mother complaining from inside.

"Mom, didn't you want to see my writing about 'Anohana' yesterday? How about I show it to you now?"

Upon hearing this, Shizuka Miyamura released the remote control from her hand: "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten. Okay."

Tsuna turned around and went upstairs to the second floor. He took his laptop to the study and quickly printed out the 'Anohana' he had written.

Then mark it with the page number to prevent your mom from getting confused. As for why you don't just show her the notebook directly?
That's because he also needs it for typing.

"Why didn't you just show me the notebook?" Shizuka Miyamura asked, puzzled, as she took the dozen or so sheets of paper he handed her.

"I still have to write the next book. By the time Mom finishes reading it, it will be several days before I can use it, okay?" Gang placed the notebook on the coffee table.

Feeling looked down upon by her son, Shizuka Miyamura rolled up a dozen or so pieces of paper into a stick and gently tapped him on the head.

She began to 'taste' the unfinished light novel written by her son, amidst his questioning gaze.

Suppressing his speechlessness, Tsuna slowly began to type on the keyboard.

It was as if Miyamura Shizuka's words had suddenly enlightened him, and the ideas that he couldn't understand before now became clear at a glance.

Shizuka Miyamura gradually got into the zone, starting from her initial nonchalance.

The only sound in the living room was the 'thump-thump' of the keyboard being typed, mixed with the 'rustling' of papers being turned over from time to time.

"Click..."

"I'm back!" Daiki Miyamura's joyful voice came from outside into the living room.

Upon hearing this, Tsuna stopped what he was doing, glanced at the time on the computer, and realized that it was already past 5 PM.

"Welcome home," Shizuka Miyamura said dismissively without looking up.

Miyamura Daio's joy remained undiminished. He held up the two fish tied with rope in his right hand and waved them at the two people in the living room:

"Isn't it awesome?"

The rest of the sentence is mostly Miyamura Daio talking to himself, mostly about how lucky he was that day and how envious his fellow anglers were.

"Great job! Also, remember to mop up the fishy water that's dripping on the floor."

Shizuka Miyamura glanced at the clock on the wall, casually put down the paper in her hand, and stood up:
"Give me the fish, I'll take it to the kitchen for a side dish. Tsuna, you take the other one to Shoko's house."

Miyamura Daio handed her the fish, turned around to put away his fishing gear, and followed her to the kitchen. It seemed like he hadn't finished recounting his glorious catch for the day.

But he was kicked out by Shizuka Miyamura not long after, and he could only come to the living room to share with Tsuna.

"Dad, I'm taking the fish to Shimoko's house. I'll come back later and you can share your thoughts. Grandma Nishimiya should still be preparing dinner. It'll be just in time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsuna closed his notebook, stood up, and quickly left the living room.

Upon hearing this, Miyamura Daio nodded, sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV with the remote, switched to a comedy variety show, and then took out his phone to share with the fishing buddies who were absent today.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

For some reason, Tsuna was in such a hurry to leave that he forgot to take the Nishimiya family's key, so he could only knock on the door and wait for the people inside to come out and open it.

"Here I come, stop knocking."

He stopped moving only when he heard the impatient voice of the little black-haired girl inside.

"Click..."

"Tsuna-nii, don't you have a key?" Nishimiya Yuzuru pushed open the door and looked at the person in front of him with a bit of speechlessness.

"I was in a hurry to leave and forgot to bring it." Tsuna held up the fish in his left hand in front of her: "Here's the fish, I won't go in."

"Arigato." Yuzuru Nishimiya reached out and took it without hesitation.

This fish delivery process has happened countless times, at least two or three times a month.

As far back as she can remember, Uncle Miyamura never came back empty-handed when he went fishing, and he always caught two fish, or in pairs.

When she was little, she really admired Uncle Miyamura's skill, but she understood it as she grew up...

Yuzuru Nishimiya's initial hesitation and embarrassment gradually turned into unwavering determination.

But I still want to say thank you.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Remember to tell Grandma Nishimiya to dispose of it as soon as possible, or it won't be fresh."

Tsuna raised his other clean hand, ignoring the little girl's resistance, rubbed her head, and turned to leave.

He could clearly tell whether it was genuine resistance or just a pretense.

If Yuzuru really wanted to resist, he would have turned and run away long ago, instead of standing there shaking his head in protest.

This is simply the unique tsundere charm of a black-haired little girl.

When Tsuna returned home, Miyamura Daio naturally shared his joy, praising and flattering him to the skies.

When Shoko returned, Miyamura Daio's focus shifted, but because Shoko had to go back to help Nishimiya's grandmother, his focus returned to Tsuna.

Tsuna was finally freed from his misery once Shizuka Miyamura had prepared dinner...

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The morning mist, carrying the crisp air, drifted across the streets, and the distant green mountains were painted with a pale gold by the rising sun.

A carpet of ginkgo leaves rustled underfoot as Ayumi Ajitani rode her bicycle, her footsteps crunching over the yellow leaves.

Her skirt brushed against the crooked backpack in the bicycle basket, and the tips of her hair were covered with the white mist from the hot coffee at the convenience store.

In the warm light of the convenience store, people in suits floated by. Office workers with loose ties hurried out, munching on rice balls, and creating a breeze carrying the aroma of baking as they brushed past the uniformed boys.

As soon as Tsuna and Shoko entered the classroom early in the morning, he keenly noticed several pairs of eyes falling on him and Shoko simultaneously.

Neither of them paid any attention and returned to their seats quite naturally.

He could roughly guess the reason for these stares; it was simply that the events of Friday afternoon had already spread.

But this is good, as it can effectively reduce the number of people harassing him and Shoko.

"Good morning, both of you." Takagi Sana snapped out of her daze and nodded to the two of them.

Tsuna and Shoko greeted her. He also noticed Nishikata's bag on his seat; he wasn't there, probably because he had gone to see his friend.

"Shoko, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when Shimono Kita-sensei arrives."

"Uh-huh."

After receiving a response, he glanced at his watch and, realizing he could still sleep for another thirty minutes or so, he didn't hesitate to lie down on the table and take a nap.

Last night I had a burst of inspiration, so I ended up staying up late.

Shoko turned around and started chatting with Takagi, but soon several girls surrounded them.

One of the blue-haired girls stepped forward, glanced at Tsuna who was dozing off on the table, and then asked in a low voice:

"Shoko, I heard you're dating Miyamura-kun??"

“Yeah, I heard from Xiao Hui that you two kissed on Friday afternoon?” The blonde girl stepped forward and chimed in.

"No, no, it was an accident, and it was just a kiss on the cheek..." Shoko waved her hand, vehemently denying it.

She overheard Takagi and Ayumi mention this when she went shopping with them on Saturday afternoon.

I had anticipated this scene, so I had already prepared my response.

The difference between imagined scenarios and actual combat is quite significant...

It also has a bit of a Versailles feel to it...

"So it really happened?" Xiao Huang was surprised to hear this, and also a little disappointed.

"So, were you two already together?" Ran asked curiously. "No, no, Tsuna and I are childhood friends," Shoko denied again.

Then they asked a few questions, Shoko responded with a few words, and Takagi Sana chimed in from time to time.

It wasn't until Ayumi Ajitani walked into the classroom that the trio finally drove away the girls who had come to satisfy their gossip and curiosity.

However, most people already felt that the two were together, but Shoko refused to admit it.
A small number of people are still unwilling to give up because they haven't heard the two admit to being together.

"Thump...thump..."

"Tsuna, class is starting." As the school bell rang, Shoko reached out and shook the person sitting next to her.

Gang held her mischievous hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Okay, okay, I know."

Shoko quickly looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her, then gently pulled her hand away from his.

"Clap clap clap..."

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden burst of applause from the podium, and he looked up.

I thought it was Nokitaki-sensei, but I didn't expect it to be Ayumi Ajitani.

"Everyone! Xiao Hui and I have already done the statistics for the two days of the school festival."

Ayumi Azurani returned to her seat, picked up a bulging chicken-themed backpack, and went back to the podium:
"Before Mr. Nokita arrives, let's start with the first student on the far left and come up one by one to receive our money. Each person can receive 975 yen."

"975 yen ≈ 50 yuan"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ayumi Ajiya unzipped her backpack and gestured for the student on the far left to come forward.

As the first student went up, everyone else followed suit and received their money. Meanwhile, Mr. Noboru appeared at the door without anyone noticing.

But she chose not to disturb them by making a sound, and instead observed them silently.

Not long after, it was Shoko's turn. When she went up, she also took Tsuna's share.

After everyone had received their seats, Ayumi Ajitani checked with the students below to make sure nothing was missing before stepping down from the podium and leaving her seat to Mr. Nokitaki.

Teacher Nokita walked up to the podium and tapped the surface of the podium with a slightly bent index finger:

"There's not much to say. The school festival has come to a successful end, and everyone should get back to work."

After saying that, she glanced at the time on her phone: "Everyone, go outside and line up in the corridor. We're going to the gymnasium to hear the principal's closing speech for the campus festival."

Amid the students' complaints and the clatter of chairs being pushed and pulled, Mr. Nokitaki was the first to leave the classroom and wait for them outside.

"Let's go, Tsuna."

"Ah."

After queuing for two or three minutes, we arrived at the gymnasium under the guidance of Ms. Ye Bei and waited for the other classes to arrive, which took another ten minutes.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The principal on the podium coughed a few times, and only spoke slowly after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the microphone in his hand:
"Everyone, please be quiet. I'll just say a few words and then it will be over soon."

As the principal finished speaking from the platform, the homeroom teachers below took charge of their respective classes, asking the students to keep their voices down.

Once the effect was satisfactory, the principal patted the microphone before continuing to speak:

"This year's school festival—"

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"ルールを杀り, friendship is deep, and the last smile is stubborn Zhang りましょう!"

(Follow the rules, strengthen friendships, and persevere to the end with a smile!)
"One person's strength and strength, Suharu's sports festival's sports festival!"

(Let's work together to create a spectacular sports festival!)

As the principal finished his brief but powerful speech, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and cheers surged through the gymnasium like a spring tide.

"Tsuna, the sports meet is tomorrow!" Shoko couldn't contain her excitement as she returned to the classroom.

"It's a pity that our Shoko will have to stay in the audience tomorrow."

Shoko slapped someone without hesitation: "I'll be cheering you on from the stands with Aunt Miyamura tomorrow."

"Clap clap clap..."

A sudden sound rang out in the classroom. Tsuna's words of comfort caught in his throat, and all the students in the classroom turned to look at the source of the sound.

"Quiet down, everyone! The sports meet isn't until tomorrow. You need to focus on your lessons today!"

Mr. Nogi, who had somehow appeared on the podium, said sternly, "Alright, now turn to page 32 in your math textbooks and let's begin class. You can talk after class!"

As Nokita-sensei's voice rang out from the podium, Tsuna's thoughts drifted out the window.

The news of the upcoming sports meet was announced two weeks ago, and the teams were divided into red and white groups.

The gist is that students are divided into "Red Group" and "White Group" according to their class and grade, and then compete against each other.

This is still a unique theme of the sports meet at Bofeng Middle School.

Group dances, opening ceremonies, relay races, and other events require advance rehearsals. Except for the first one, their class also rehearsed the next two events one class period later each day.

The first one was rehearsed and prepared by the third-year students.

There were also tasks like making class support flags and slogan boards, but I don't know why these two tasks fell to him.

The class's sprint and relay races are grouped by grade level, with boys and girls competing separately.

He was naturally a key player in the first-grade sprint and relay races, and it was Mr. Zuo Jing who helped him register.

Mr. Zuo Jing even boasted that he would definitely be the best athlete of the first year.

The sports festivals (sports festivals) of junior high schools in Japan usually follow a traditional process, emphasizing collective participation, teamwork, and fun.

Try to reduce individual competition and add more team events to weaken the sense of competition.

In addition, the sports meet at Namikaze Middle School has undergone repeated improvements, and individual competitions have almost disappeared, with only class competitions remaining.

Moreover, the sports meet is different from the previous school festivals; this one only lasts for one day.

"Miyamura? Miyamura Tsunayoshi!"

As Mr. Nokitaki's calls went unanswered, more and more students turned their attention to him.

He only snapped out of his daze when Shoko nudged him from the side.

"Hi!"

When Tsuna's eyes met those of Nokitaki-sensei on the podium, he knew he couldn't escape this time.

"Come up and do this problem." Teacher Ye Bei pointed to the math problem that had just been written on the blackboard.

"it is good…"

He glanced at the question, stood up, walked up to it, and without hesitation, picked up the half-broken white chalk from the podium and wrote the answer on the blackboard.

"Pay attention in class and look out the window less."

Seeing that he had written the correct answer, Mr. Ye Bei did not intend to pursue the matter and waved his hand to send him away.

"Ok."

When Tsuna returned to his seat, his eyes never left the blackboard until the end of get out of class, but whether his mind was on the blackboard was another matter.

“Boom…boom…boom…!”

"get out of class is over. If you need to go to the restroom, go now. Don't wait until class starts to say you want to go." With that, Ms. Nokita quickly left the classroom.

As soon as Ms. Nokitaki left the classroom, the classroom erupted in noise.

Shoko couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Tsuna, what were you thinking about during class? Nokitaki-sensei called you several times but you didn't respond."

"I was thinking about the sports meet tomorrow," Tsuna replied honestly.

Just as Shoko was about to say something, she was interrupted by a light, sweet voice:
"Miyamura-kun, I'm Sakuragi Mari from Class 1 next door. I'm the captain and leader of our first-year cheerleading team."

We're the exclusive cheerleading team for the first-grade sprint races. If I may be so bold as to ask, could you please give me your contact information?

A girl you don't know walking into the classroom is already enough to attract attention, not to mention her good looks and her surprising words.

Shoko looked in surprise at the black-haired girl standing in front of Tsuna's seat; her first impression was that she was the sweet type.

She was considering using the same method of driving people away as last time, but with so many people around this time, she felt a little embarrassed...

'And didn't this woman even bother to find out her contact information before asking? Who in this class doesn't know? Miyamura Tsunayoshi is hers! Who dares to try and take him away?'

The sentence above was merely a temporary fantasy of Shoko.

"it is good."

"what!?"

The crowd's surprised gazes turned to shock, shifting from the girl to Shoko's face, eager to see her first reaction.

Of course, they weren't disappointed, because Shoko was completely dumbfounded.

"I'll tell you what to write down." Tsuna reached out and pinched the wrist of Shoko, whose skin had already lost its color.

"Yes, yes, you go ahead, Miyamura-kun." The girl ignored his subtle movements below.

Tsuna recited a string of Arabic numerals fluently, "Did you remember it clearly?"

"Yes, thank you." The girl gave him a slight bow and then turned and quickly left the classroom.

Ayumi Ajitani and Sana Takagi were both quietly murmuring the string of Arabic numerals that Tsuna had just said.

It felt very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it before.

But none of that matters now. Comforting Shoko is the most important thing. They can't believe Miyamura changed his mind and gave her his contact information so easily.

When I looked at Shoko, I found that she had returned to normal. The shock and other expressions from before were completely gone, and there was no sadness at all.

However, that hand kept slapping at the unfaithful man.

"Tsuna, you almost scared me to death just now," Shoko muttered between blows, even feeling a bit unsatisfied and wanting to bite him.

Tsuna quickly reached out and covered her bared teeth: "I was just worried that she would keep bothering me in the classroom and wouldn't leave."

"And with so many people around, if you use the same method as last time, you can't just run straight home this time."

"Hmph!" Shoko snorted and ignored him, deciding to cut ties for a minute or two.

At this moment, Ayumi Ajitani, who was still standing at a distance and unaware of what was going on, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Shoko, why aren't you reacting at all?"

She wanted to say that she had thought of a whole bunch of comforting words in an instant, but she had to swallow them back.

"Yeah, Ayumi-chan, look how sad I am right now." Shoko wiped her eyes, feigning sadness.

"..." Ayumi Ajitani was at a loss for words for a moment.

"But don't worry, the number Tsuna gave me is mine." Seeing that it wasn't working, Shoko simply stopped acting.

(End of this chapter)