My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 335 The Exhibition Held by the Art Department?
While waiting, Tsuna glanced at the time; it was just past 4:30. Except for some special stalls, the school festival had already rolled up their tarpaulins.

But the lively corner was anything but quiet; the noise was still deafening, and the energy only increased.

"Why can't the school festival have a program like this opera performance?"

Tsuna glanced at the unidentified creature slumped in its chair next to him, said nothing, but nodded in agreement.

“But if that’s the case, the school festival will lose a lot of its fun,” Shoko, standing to the side, shook her head in disagreement, counting on her fingers as she retorted:

"For example, there are explorations, and there are also little surprises at some of the booths all the time."

“That’s right, that’s right, there shouldn’t be any program for the school festival.” Ayumi Ajitani’s voice suddenly rang out.

As the three turned their heads, they saw her carrying a square cardboard box full of film rolls. Her figure had just passed by, leaving only those words and the back of her head as she hurriedly left.

"Ayumi-chan, do you need any help?!" Shoko couldn't help but raise her voice when she saw how she walked with such a swagger.

Her response was Ayumi Ajitani's unwavering back, and her golden twin tails swinging violently with her rapid head shaking.

It was so clear that there was no hesitation whatsoever, yet there was not even the slightest sign of slowing down or turning around.

Shoko got up to follow her to help, but Ayumi Ajitani had already disappeared, so she could only sit back down and wait for Takagi to come out of the changing room.

"Shoko, what kind of event did your art club hold at the school festival?"

As soon as she sat down, Gang saw that the chair seemed to have nails stuck in it, so he could only try to distract her by asking her a question.

"Each member's work is displayed in the left corridor on the first floor of Building 2. You can see it as soon as you get there."

"Do we need tickets to visit?" Nishikata asked curiously, regaining some semblance of normalcy in his chair.

He also knew that Shoko was Nishimiya-sensei, who was about to break 100,000 followers on Twitter, so he was a little curious about what kind of works she would draw to showcase.

“No need,” Shoko shook her head. “The visit is free, and the cost is covered by the club’s funds. We members don’t need to pay anything extra.”

"So, what kind of artwork did you paint, Shoko?" Tsuna pressed.

"It's a secret, you'll find out when the time comes." Shoko wrinkled her nose playfully at him, making a slight nasal sound.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, shall we go now?"

Just then, Takagi's voice rang out behind the three of them. When Tsuna and the others turned around, they saw her look around, and then curiously ask:
"Where's Ayumi-chan? Did she leave first?"

"They're here, they're here! Let's go, everyone!"

As soon as Takagi finished speaking, Ayumi Ajitani's hurried voice came from the entrance of the passage. When she walked closer, Tsuna and the others could see the fine sweat on her forehead.

"Ayumi-chan, where are you going?" Takagi took out a small pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to her, asking in confusion.

Ayumi Azurani took the towel without hesitation, wiped her forehead, and casually waved it off:
"The task assigned by Ms. Nanase is not important; the school festival and sightseeing that follows are the most important!" She said, not forgetting to playfully raise her eyebrows at the others.

Tsuna and his friends were already immune to Ayumi's charm. Even that cute eyebrow raise at the end didn't really affect them; they didn't even bother to lift their eyelids.

On the contrary, the black-haired student who had just returned from the lounge to retrieve something he had forgotten got stuck at the door.

My gaze was fixed intently on that fleeting raised eyebrow, and I remained stunned for several seconds. ————

As soon as they left the auditorium, they went their separate ways. Takagi and Ayumi headed towards the playground, while Tsuna and Shoko went to the No. 2 teaching building to see the art club's exhibition of works.

Meanwhile, Nishikata, who was left alone, followed the instructions on his phone and met up with his friends who were waiting under the banyan tree.

As Tsuna and his companion stepped into the school building corridor from the entrance where only the sound of cicadas could be heard, their steps involuntarily halting.

The ceilings, walls, and even door frames were submerged in colorful handmade confetti, exaggerated advertising posters, and cheap but shiny plastic decorations.

There was hardly a clean and tidy space in sight, which contrasted sharply with the simple corridor I saw today.

If it weren't for the signs, the two of them would have turned back and walked through it again.

The room was packed with students, a cacophony of noise, some in dark uniforms, others in bizarre performance costumes.

You can vaguely see a 'ghost' white cloth fluttering in the crowd, and committee members with armbands tied to their arms walking hurriedly.

The classroom doors were all open, with different signs hanging outside: Class 2B's "Horror Maze", Class 2A's "Maid Cafe" featuring anime girls with big eyes, and the Food Club's "Extremely Spicy Fried Noodles Challenge".
You can also see the dark outlines inside or the piles of beverage cups in the trash cans.

"Hiss..." Tsuna, who has never liked crowded places, subconsciously gasped. "It's almost 5 p.m., and there are still so many people."

"Huh? Tsuna, what did you say?!"

Tsuna translated in sign language this time, and Shoko, who was initially confused, immediately understood.

Shoko nodded in agreement, then chimed in, "There's a big difference between high school and junior high. In junior high, it would be almost time to pack up by 5 p.m.

“Let’s go check out the left corridor first,” he said, squeezing the small hand of his classmate Shoko beside him. “The art club exhibition is over there; it should be less crowded and quieter.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already shielded her with his body, carefully leading her into the bustling crowd.

Shoko shrank slightly behind him, one hand held tightly by him, the other unconsciously clutching the back of his clothes, her small figure trying to hide in the small space he had created.

All she needed to do was stay close to him and avoid the shoulders and arms that came at her. As long as Tsuna was there, she would always feel safe...

After squeezing through the noisy, sweltering corridor for a while, the two finally found the sign for the art department exhibition.

The crowd gradually receded as the distance drew closer.

The door was closed more tightly than the food and drink stalls, but the display board at the entrance was covered with miniature photos of student works, colorful and vibrant, with the words "Art Department Works Exhibition" and "Welcome to Enter and Enjoy".

"Inside this classroom?" Tsuna turned to look at Shoko, whose face was slightly flushed, and asked in confusion.

He figured that Shoko's flushed face must be because she was in a crowded place and it was hot; otherwise, there was no other reason.

“Yes, that should be it,” Shoko nodded, glancing at the small works on the display board by the door. “The club president probably moved them into the classroom because he was worried about them getting damaged.”

Anyway, there was no notification in the art department's communication group, so she figured it must have been the department head's idea on short notice, or maybe they were just bringing the items into the classroom early because it was almost 5 p.m.

(End of this chapter)