My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 239 First-grade textbook
A group photo was quickly taken, without cheers or sadness, because everyone still had about two weeks to spend together.

The people in the gymnasium were quickly waved away by Mr. Noki and sent back to the classroom to continue the lesson.

Before the cherry blossoms in the sunlight could cast their full shadows on the curtains, the school bell shattered the frozen time on the blackboard.

"School's out. Be careful on your way home, students." An elderly teacher on the podium closed his textbook, nodded to the students, and left the classroom.

Amid the noise, Tsuna quickly packed his bag and waited for Shoko, who was still chatting nearby.

"Let's go, Tsuna, to the art club."

"Uh-huh."

In the final moments, Tsuna had already withdrawn from the track and field club, and Mr. Sai had agreed to his decision.

Now all they have left is the art club, and Shoko is still the club president, so she can't step down anytime soon.

Following their memories, the two walked to the art department on the first floor of Building No. 3.

A year ago, due to the principal's irrational decision, the art department moved from its original location to Building 3, and most of the clubs moved here as well.

"Knock knock...knock..." Tsuna knocked on the door, but received no response for a long time.

Seeing this, Shoko took out the art club key from her bag, opened the classroom door, and went inside. "It seems that Naruko-sensei hasn't arrived yet."

Tsuna glanced around the classroom briefly and shrugged. "After all, Naruko-sensei is pregnant, so she must have been delayed by this. Otherwise, she would have wanted to stay in the art department 24/7 in the past."

The two walked to the back seats and sat down, and began to continue the painting they hadn't finished the day before.

As time went on, more and more members came to the Art Club, and they greeted the two of them one by one. Tsuna and Shoko responded politely.

After all, these two are the only two third-year students here, and Shoko is their affectionate club president.

As for the other girl in the same grade who initially joined the club, she left the club half a month ago.

“Boom…boom…boom…!”

As the last bell rang in the afternoon, the members of the art department said goodbye to each other and left the school.

After Tsuna and Shoko finished cleaning and checked that nothing was missing, they locked the door.

The March wind still carried a chill, but it had already been warmed to a honey color by the setting sun.

The pachinko parlor on the corner lit up with neon lights, and office workers in camel-colored trench coats poured out of the station gates.

Their leather shoes mingled with the round-toed Mary Janes of high school girls on the cobblestones, and the shadows of briefcases and Lotte shopping bags overlapped on the ground.

As the tram arrived at the station, someone tidied their bangs, which had been ruffled by the west wind, in front of their phone camera. A faint rainbow appeared on the rhinestones on their black phone charm.

Some early-blooming Kawazu cherry blossoms were falling softly. As Ayumi Ajitani raised her hand to catch the petals, a snow-white shirt was revealed from the cuff of her uniform.

"I'm back!"

"I am back."

"Welcome home...!"

Shoko, who was changing her shoes in the entryway, was taken aback because the "Welcome Home" was Yuzuru Nishimiya's voice, even though she had clearly returned to Tsuna's house.

Tsuna didn't think much of it. He changed his shoes and went to the living room, looking at Yuzuru Nishimiya eating strawberries. "Yuzuru, shouldn't you be taking Hachiko for a walk right now?"

I'm still a little unaccustomed to seeing her hair cut short half a month ago, after all, I've seen her with long hair for several years.

When she first decided to cut her hair short, Aunt Yaeko and her mother thought she might have been bullied at school. Out of concern, they investigated without her knowledge and found out it was a big misunderstanding. Yuzuru simply wanted to change her style, and with the weather getting warmer, she was also a little tired of her long hair, which was why she wanted to change it.

I naturally won't tell her about this, otherwise I don't know how long she'll laugh.

"I gave Hachiko a day off, so we won't be scattering him today. Let him rest." Nishimiya Yuzuru waved his hand without looking up.

"Woof..." Hachiko lay on the tatami mat beside him, whimpering softly.

I found Hachiko when he was in kindergarten, and now he's no longer young; even his barking shows it.

"Yuzuru came here to borrow your textbooks from the first year of junior high," Shizuka Miyamura explained from the sofa, turning down the TV volume and looking at the two people at the entrance of the living room.

Gang walked over to the coffee table and sat down. "Mom, are you sure I'll keep this textbook?"

"I know you don't, but that doesn't stop me from staying here to watch TV with Yuzuru."

"..." Tsuna was a little speechless. It would have been better not to explain why Yuzuru was here. "Do you still want it? I remember that Futaba Bookstore sells it."

Yuzuru Nishimiya stood up and waved his hand, "No need, Tsuna-nii. I've already found my older sister's old textbooks. I came to borrow them simply because I was curious about what a top student's textbooks looked like."

She explained to the two of them why she needed the textbooks and then took Hachiko home. To put it bluntly, it was just that the school teachers were bored.

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As the last tram passed over the viaduct, someone stood on the platform and took a blurry photo of the moon with their mobile phone.

In the lingering echo of the trembling train tracks, the neon sign of the 24-hour video store stretched and flattened his shadow, eventually turning it into a swaying ginkgo leaf in the dark river.

Steam from oden wafted out from behind the noren curtain of the izakaya, colliding with the white smoke exhaled by commuters rushing from the direction of the station at the crossroads.

"Tsuna, I'm going back to sleep now. Goodnight."

"Good night."

"Click..."

He didn't look away until the door closed, his gaze returning to the lit computer screen.

After a moment's thought, he decisively picked up his phone, unlocked it, and began searching for the email address of the editor at Futaba Publishing House who had taken a liking to him.

My gaze finally settled on a close-up photo of a girl wearing round-framed high glasses and with her hair in two braids, next to which was her email address.

Following the procedure from two years ago, Tsuna submitted the first volume of "[We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower We Saw That Day]" to the past, muttering to himself:

Whether you can grasp the secret to wealth depends on your choices.

Meanwhile, in the house next to the Miyamura family's house, Nishimiya Yuzuru said goodnight to Nishimiya Yaeko in the living room and quickly returned to her room.

She closed the door and headed straight to her destination, taking out her sister's old textbooks from her schoolbag.

I placed it on my desk, opened the first page, and seeing the four big characters 'Miyamura Shoko', I decisively grabbed my camera to preserve the evidence.

Her sister wants evidence that's given away for free, and this will likely also be able to subtly 'threaten' her sister.

For example, when eating something delicious, you can ask her sister to give up half of it.

She was incredibly surprised when she brought Hachiko home this afternoon and found the textbook in the storage room.

Moreover, she was certain that her sister had completely forgotten about it, otherwise she wouldn't be so calm. She didn't believe her sister could be so composed.

(End of this chapter)