My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 317 The Pig-Headed Knight Disguised as a Prince

A day passed in the blink of an eye. In the first period of the afternoon, Ms. Nanase took over the PE teacher's class because of the rain.

The PE teacher could only stand alone in the gymnasium, staring blankly at the empty space...

"Clap clap clap..."

Ms. Nanase walked into the classroom carrying a square box, looked at the noisy students below, and suddenly clapped her hands.

She then pointed to the box she had placed on the podium: "Quiet down, everyone. Now let's draw lots. Each person's role is written on a wooden slip."

"what!?"

"Teacher Nanase, shouldn't the prince and princess choose those of us who are good-looking? Why decide by drawing lots?"

"Yeah, with my looks, it's a shame I'm not a prince."

"..."

"Whoever's urine is yellow, come and wake them up quickly."

"I'll come, I'll come."

"You go away, your blood sugar is high, let me do it, I'm afraid he'll get a taste of the sweetness."

"boom……!"

Ms. Nanase slammed her hand on the blackboard behind her, sending dust flying as she did so.

The noisy classroom was silenced by the sudden commotion, and the students didn't even dare to whisper.

"hurry up!"

Because of Ms. Nanase's 'kind' smile, the first student called by Ayumi Ajitani hurriedly went up to the podium to draw lots.

"It's actually random..." Nishikata's eyes seemed to lose their luster.

Takagi noticed his unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Nishikata? What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing..." Nishikata shook his head with a forced smile.

Tsuna, who knew why Nishikata was behaving this way, just smiled and remained silent.

"Tsuna, what if I draw Snow White and you draw the King?"

A-Gang glanced at her and chuckled softly, "I think this is quite nice."

"..." Without hesitation, Shoko slapped his arm, choosing to break off their friendship for five minutes first.

Tsuna rested his chin on his hand, watching the students walk up to the podium to draw lots one by one. The memory of Nanase-sensei calling him last night to discuss the script flashed through his mind.

After nearly an hour of discussion, he cut some roles and added some others. In the end, the cast, including both lead and supporting actors, was exactly twenty.

"Miyamura".

Hearing Ayumi Ajitani call his name from beside the podium, Tsuna snapped out of his thoughts and walked onto the podium under the expectant and curious gazes of Shoko and the two behind him.

"How was it? What did you get?" Ayumi Azumi leaned closer to him and asked in a low voice.

Tsuna looked at the character on the wooden stick, smiled slightly, then showed it to Ayumi Ajitani before returning to his seat under her 'surprised' gaze.

After about five minutes, once all the students had drawn their lots, they began to discuss and try to find out which lucky person had drawn the prince and princess.

Ms. Nanase raised her hand and pressed it down, and the noisy classroom quickly turned into a hushed whisper as she began assigning other tasks.

"Every afternoon after school, we'll take up an hour of everyone's time to rehearse. I'll go home today and explain to my parents, and also to the club president why."

After confirming that everyone had no objections, she continued, "I asked the principal for a dance studio that is temporarily unavailable, and we will go there for rehearsals every day from now on."

The class period was filled with various topics, and as soon as the bell rang and Ms. Nanase left the classroom, Shoko and Takagi went to the restroom together.

Nishikata stared at the wooden skewer in his hand, slumped on the table with utter despair.

"Look on the bright side of Western movies. Even a pig-headed knight pretending to be a prince can fool a real princess. Many people are envious of him."

"Miyamura, if you could stop smiling like that, I'd believe you." Nishikata glanced at him speechlessly.

“Exactly, I think Miyamura is absolutely right.” At that moment, Ayumi Ajitani walked over to Shoko's seat and sat down, comforting her in the same way as Tsuna:
"Look at your neighbor, she's a girl and she chose a male hunter character."

"..." Nishikata looked at their faces, then turned his head away: "I feel better now, thank you!" "You're welcome."

"Sure, we're all brothers."

"..."

The deal he made with Ayumi Azurani was null and void because she couldn't interfere with the matter. He expressed his understanding, since it was purely a matter of luck.

Raindrops pattered against the window, but Tsuna stared at the scenery outside and didn't notice Shoko until she returned to her seat.

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.

Ms. Nanase resolved issues such as the venue, and Ayumi Ajitani learned a lot from her. The stage for the opera performance was chosen to be the Grand Auditorium.

In three days, A-Gang printed out more than twenty copies of the final version of the script and placed them in front of the students who were participating in the performance. Everyone was amazed that he had such an ability.

The publicity, props, costumes and other things are all progressing steadily. Sometimes when we encounter difficult problems, we will ask Nanase-sensei for advice.

The other students could focus on rehearsing without worrying about anything else.

Time passed amidst sweat and laughter as September came to its last day.

"Tsuna... Has Nishikata suffered some kind of shock?"

"Hmm?" Tsuna looked at Shoko's hesitant expression and became curious as well: "What do you mean?"

“Nishikata updated his status on LINE, and I suspect he’s been through something.” With that, Shoko placed her phone in front of Tsuna for him to check.

[You don't have to hurt people, but you must have thorns!]

The post was accompanied by a black and white anime boy profile picture.

"..."

Tsuna looked at this cringey remark, which was very much in line with the typical behavior of a boy his age, but he just couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong, Tsuna?" Shoko asked curiously, a little confused about what was so funny.

"No...it's nothing." Tsuna took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Shoko, don't worry, Nishikata wasn't upset."

'As for whether I'll be upset at school tomorrow, I can't guarantee that…' He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Oh."

Hearing him say that, Shoko didn't take it to heart, and her previous plan to tell Takagi vanished.

Meanwhile, in a cozy bedroom with pink as the main color.

"Pfft... Hahaha...!"

Ayumi Ajitani couldn't help but laugh when she saw Nishikata's post, and kept patting the chicken-themed plush toy in her arms.

At the same time, he didn't forget to take a screenshot and send it to Takagi.

"(picture)"

"Takagi-chan, have you seen it?"

"You don't have to hurt people, but you must have thorns!"

"(Laughing hysterically.jpg)"

Not long after, Takagi replied with a few punctuation marks and then ignored Ayumi Ajitani.

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.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Nishikata returned to his seat, he had a very ominous premonition.

Watching the two people in front of him who had greeted him and then continued chatting, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.

Seeing that Takagi and Ayumi Ajitani were not in their seats, he became curious about where they had gone.

(End of this chapter)