My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 312 and Chapter 311 were organized in advance.
"Godmother, I'm going out!"

"I am leaving."

"Tsuna, take good care of Nozomi at school!"

"Click..."

Shizuka Miyamura called out from inside the restaurant, but the only response was the sound of the door slamming shut.

"Alright, there's nothing to worry about. After all these years, don't you still trust your son?" Miyamura Daio said, reassuring her as he saw the worry still on her face.

"That's not entirely true." Shizuka Miyamura sighed softly and continued eating breakfast with Daio Miyamura.

The rhythmic clanging of the train tracks echoed as several boys in dark blue, stand-up collar uniforms ran across the overpass, their leather shoes making a series of crisp, disorderly sounds on the iron stairs.

Groups of three or five people gradually gathered on the slope in front of the school gate. Their wrists, tanned in summer short sleeves, were holding their phones, and the LINE notification sounds mixed with the chirping of cicadas rose and fell.

"Tianjian, have you bought and read the second volume of 'Anohana' which was released this summer?"

"No, I saw that the negative reviews had increased a lot, so I didn't look at them. I was afraid of being disgusted."

"Huh?" At this moment, another boy walked over and joined their conversation with a surprised look: "Tianjian, you finished reading the first volume, how did you manage to resist reading the second volume?"

"Also, don't believe those bad reviews online. The second volume isn't disgusting, and the female lead is resurrected in the end. You can ask Zhonghui if you don't believe me."

"what?"

The boy who had been standing on the edge of the room was suddenly called out by name. He paused for a moment, then noticed the little look in the eyes of the boy who had just spoken before he realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly to show his agreement.

Just as the boy called Tianjian was still half-believing and half-doubting, a black streetcar sped past them, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The main point is the two people on the bus wearing the same school uniform. They know each other and are classmates.

"I ran into Miyamura on the first day of school, how enviable!"

"Tanaka, are you envious of him for having a motorcycle, or are you envious that he gets to enjoy the embrace of the lovely Nishimiya classmate first thing in the morning?"

"..." Tian Jian, with his buzz cut, rolled his eyes at the boy and gritted his teeth, saying angrily, "You're all envious, aren't you!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As soon as the two reached the classroom door, they were forced to separate before they could even return to their seats. Several girls surrounded Shoko, sharing what had happened during the summer vacation, leaving Tsuna with no choice but to return to his seat alone.

Before he could even sit down, he saw Nishikata give him a funny smile, leaving him completely bewildered.

As soon as he sat down, Nishikata couldn't wait to speak: "Miyamura, you don't know, this morning when I first arrived at the classroom, I heard so many people discussing your novel and you."

Before Tsuna could ask anything, Takagi, who was sitting next to Nishikata, interjected, "There aren't many people criticizing your book, but most of them are criticizing you personally."

"..." Tsuna glanced at them, somewhat speechless.

And just as they said, almost all the students in the class who were interested in light novels were discussing this.

Tsuna didn't care whether they were praising or scolding him. He chatted with Nishikata and the other person behind him for a few minutes and then quietly started scrolling through his phone. He only stopped when Shoko returned to her seat.

Ms. Nanase followed suit, and after quieting everyone down, she only said a few words before asking everyone to go to the auditorium on the first floor to listen to the principal's speech.

Back in the classroom, the textbooks for the second semester were distributed. After confirming that there were no problems with the textbooks, she repeated the precautions from the previous semester.

“Boom…boom…boom…!”

Time dragged on, and lunch break arrived. Ms. Nanase announced a lunch break, and the quiet classroom erupted into noise. When Shoko and her two friends returned to the classroom with their heated lunches, Tsuna and Nishikata had already put their desks back together.

"I'm starting." x5
"Ayumi-chan, are we having a school festival this semester?"

All four of them looked at Takagi, who had asked the question, wondering why she was asking it.

"I don't know..." Ayumi swallowed the food in her mouth, slowly shook her head and then nodded, uncertainly saying, "I'll ask Nanase-sensei after lunch?"

"Mmm, Ayumi-chan, I'll go with you later," Shoko suggested.

"If so, let them know in advance what kind of program we will be holding for our school festival. If it is a performance, we can rehearse in advance."

When the school festival was mentioned, Tsuna couldn't help but recall the fact that their school festivals were always turned into maid and butler cafes during their three years of middle school, which was somewhat frustrating.

"I'll have to talk to Nanase-sensei about it and have them vote."

For Ayumi Ajitani, who has already organized three school festival events, the feeling of unfamiliarity is long gone.

Moreover, she was familiar with most of the procedures for the school festival, although the new school might be different, they would be roughly the same.

After saying that, the three of them silently sped up their eating. In the end, Tsuna and Nishikata hadn't finished eating yet, so the three of them got up and went to the teachers' office.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"How did it go?" Tsuna asked curiously as he saw Shoko and the other two return after putting the table back in its place.

"Let's talk as we walk." With that, Ayumi Ajitani took the lead, picking up the unwashed bento box and leaving. Tsuna and the others followed.

"Ms. Nanase said that it would be in mid-October, before the sports festival and school trip, if nothing unexpected happens."

Tsuna dodged the two boys chasing him down the corridor and nodded, saying, "That means there's still more than a month left. School just started today, so we don't need to join any clubs yet. We can tell them."

"I'm kind of looking forward to seeing what kind of program everyone in high school will choose." Shoko placed her lunchbox in the sink, praying.

"I hope it won't be a maid and butler cafe again. I really don't want to make omelet rice anymore..."

“I actually hope our class will hold an opera performance during the school festival.” Ayumi Ajitani shook the water off her hands.

Tsuna quietly washed the lunchboxes, not joining their conversation. He actually hoped that the school would give them a break during the school festival.

Back in the classroom, he told his classmate Shoko, whom he was chatting with, and then took a nap on his desk.

On the first day of school, aside from everything else, the lunch break was quite long.

He was only woken up by Shoko's shaking when his back was sweating from the heat. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked up and met the gaze of Nanase-sensei as she walked into the classroom.

The clock on the blackboard at the podium also showed '14:29'.

"Clap clap clap..."

Ms. Nanase slapped the blackboard behind her hard, sending up dust as she did so.

"Cheer up, everyone. I'll talk about a few things and then school's over."

Before the students below could cheer, she smiled and glanced at a few of the more mischievous students, who then stopped thinking about banging on the table and cheering.

"If all goes well, we will hold a school festival in mid-October of the second semester, and a sports festival and school trip in November before the weather gets too cold."

(End of this chapter)