My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 287 The First Day of Summer Vacation

Tuesday brought intermittent sunshine during the rainy season, and Takagi Sana complained about the smell of disinfectant that had seeped into the classroom.

The wind chime vendor at the shrine halfway up the mountain added a batch of new blue-green products to his hemp rope, and Naoto Nishikata was lucky enough to snag a half-price yakisoba bread at the school convenience store.

In the science preparation room on Wednesday, Shoko and Tsuna were discussing the process of cicada molting, and the girls were changing their bow ties to those made of a sheer material.

Ayumi Ajitani accidentally spilled the paint that Yuki Miyagi had prepared and apologized repeatedly.

A sudden thunderstorm struck on Thursday evening, soaking three of the festival lanterns. Yaeko Nishimiya, who was out and about without an umbrella, rushed into a convenience store to take shelter from the rain.

On Friday, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, the first semester of high school came to an end with A-Gang submitting his exam papers.

"Shoko, I'll miss you during summer vacation." The gray-haired girl waved goodbye to Shoko reluctantly and left the classroom.

Tsuna and Nishikata leaned against the railing in the outer corridor, watching the girls in the classroom reluctantly say goodbye, but their hearts were not stirred at all.

"Miyamura, the official Pokémon website released a trailer a few days ago. Pokémon: Let's Go, Pikachu!/Eevee! will be released in mid-November. Are you interested in buying it?"

"Let's take a look first, no rush." ​​Tsuna felt the breeze on his cheek. "Sword and Shield will also be released in mid-November next year."

He felt a little reluctant when he thought about the little black-haired girl who had recently taken over the handheld console he bought.

"'Sword and Shield'...? Is that also a Pokémon series? How did you know?" Nishikata looked at him in disbelief.

"Insider information."

Tsuna chuckled and left those words, ending the topic. The two turned their attention back to the 'someone' they were concerned about in the classroom.

Not long after, Shoko and her two companions walked out of the classroom.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, both of you."

Shoko handed the small candy that someone had just given her to Tsuna, her previous reluctant expression completely gone.

"Let's go."

The two quickened their pace to catch up with the three who didn't want to be third wheels. Shoko started playing around with Takagi and Ayumi again, while Tsuna and Nishikata continued discussing the latest games and manga.

Summer days are long with the chirping of cicadas, and the heat rising from the road gradually seeps up to your ankles.

The air conditioner in the convenience store hummed all day, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the shrine swayed in the twilight.

The blue light of the vending machine had just come on when the sound of fireworks exploding in the distance broke the evening breeze.

The first day of summer vacation.

"Shoko, I'm going to Futaba Publishing House first. I'll come back later and then we'll go meet the person who commissioned the manuscript offline?"

Tsuna walked to the living room entrance and turned back to look at Shoko, who was sprawled on the sofa without any regard for her image.

“I want to go too.” Shoko blinked her big eyes at him.

"I have important business to discuss..."

"I'll be back soon."

"Alright, then don't run around." Tsuna finally couldn't stand her staring gaze and chose to compromise.

Upon hearing this, Shoko immediately jumped off the sofa and stood in front of him, patting her bouncy chest and repeatedly assuring him:
"Don't worry, I'm not Yuzuru. I'll go chat with Sister Xiaoshun while I wait for you."

"..."

Tsuna and Shoko said goodbye to Shizuka Miyamura at the Uzaki house and got on their motorcycle, prioritizing safety since they were carrying Shoko.

It took more than thirty minutes to reach the Futaba Publishing House building. Looking at the surrounding high-rise buildings and most of the lifeless working people, Shoko was at a loss for words.

She felt that there were still seven or eight years left, and that these things should be far away from her.

"Let's go."

"Uh-huh."

Tsuna locked the car, took her hand, and led her into the high-rise building of Futaba Publishing House, under the curious gaze of the security guards. "Ding..."

The elevator stopped on the 4th floor. As soon as Tsuna and Shoko stepped out, they saw the security guard sitting in front of Futaba Publishing House, enjoying the cool breeze from the fan.

Shoko greeted him politely and then walked with Tsuna toward Kazano Jun's workstation.

Over the past six months, she has visited Futaba Publishing House several times to discuss the design of promotional posters and book covers as the illustrator for "Anohana".

At the time, she wondered if the security guard, who was quite old, was really useful guarding the gate.

Afterwards, Ah Gang explained the old man's hidden identity to her, and she understood. To put it simply, his spouse had died young, and he had nothing else to do.

"What a pity..." the old man muttered to himself before turning away from the two figures.

At first, he secretly thought about whether he could match his granddaughter with Gang, even though they were seven or eight years apart in age, he didn't think there was any problem.

However, it was just a thought; he chose not to interfere with his son and granddaughter's ideas, leaving it entirely to fate.

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"Sister Shun, have 'them' arrived yet?" Tsuna pulled over an empty chair for Shoko to sit down.

"There are still ten minutes left. Go to the conference room and wait for a moment. I'll take them in later." Kazunori pointed to the tightly closed glass door on the far left.

"That glass, you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Kazuno Jun seemed to have guessed his meaning and casually waved his hand, saying:

"It's fine if you let Shoko come with you. In the beginning, it's just chatting. She won't use any big moves right away."

"Row."

Tsuna nodded and, following her instructions, went with Shoko into the empty meeting room to wait.

He had visited Futaba Publishing House no less than twenty times in the past six months. He knew some of Kazuno Jun's colleagues, except for one bald man who was quite hostile towards him.

He was a little confused, but he didn't care too much. Over this period of time, he also realized that no one knew about his authorship or family background.

That's pretty good.

"Dong dong dong...!"

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the glass door at the entrance was pushed open by Kazuno Jun, and a couple walked in behind her.

"This is..."

The man in the black suit with a buzz cut hesitated for a moment when he saw Tsuna. The woman with wavy hair next to him nudged him subtly before he snapped out of his daze.

"This must be Mr. Miyamura, the author of 'We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower We Saw That Day'...?"

Even after regaining my senses, I was still surprised.

He knew that the people from Futaba Publishing House wouldn't be joking with him at this point, so the young kid holding his hand in front of him really was Mr. Miyamura...

Tsuna shook hands with the two of them appropriately and then walked to the conference table to sit down. Shoko followed his example and awkwardly shook hands with the two of them to greet them.

In the previous ten minutes, Tsuna had explained to her in detail the procedures for shaking hands and greeting each other...

I just didn't expect that the demonstration in my mind and the actual combat were completely different things.

“Haha…” The man with the buzz cut walked over and sat down opposite Tsuna. “I didn’t expect Mr. Miyamura to be so young. I used to believe those people on the internet who said Mr. Miyamura was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.”

At the same time, he breathed a silent sigh of relief. He felt that this kid should be easy to deal with, and he estimated that the other party's age was definitely no more than 20 years old.

Tsuna maintained a polite smile and returned the compliment with a few words.

(End of this chapter)