My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 357 The plan cannot keep up with the changes

Shoko's watery, misty eyes strained to focus, as if she was still savoring the novel and breathtaking tactile sensation she had just experienced.

Hearing Tsuna's words, she suddenly realized what he meant, and her cheeks instantly turned red, like ripe peaches, with steam rising from them.

She turned her head slightly to the side, embarrassed, and shook the baguette beside her twice, muttering softly with obvious annoyance and clumsiness:
"Oh, oh, oh..."

Her breathing was still a little rapid and unsteady. "I'm so... so nervous... I'm only thinking... about how to respond to you..."

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes: "...I...I completely forgot that I even needed to breathe."

After a brief pause, she abruptly raised her head, her moist lips, seemingly still carrying the lingering scent of their recent entanglement, slightly parted.

A lingering shyness mixed with an unusual, earnest dedication to the "skill" lingered in his eyes as he pleaded, like a primary school student discovering a new exercise:
"Tsuna... one more time, please?" Her eyes sparkled, filled with a pure enthusiasm akin to academic research.

"...I want to practice some more...This time, I'll definitely remember to use my nose! I promise!"

As he spoke, he held up four fingers to increase credibility.

Looking at Shoko's adorable appearance, he refused without even thinking.

"Put away your desire to practice and go back to finish your breakfast first."

He raised his hand, his fingertips warm, and lightly flicked the smooth, full, almost reflective white forehead.

Without giving her a chance to hesitate or refuse, he took her hand and walked towards the restaurant.

Shoko, who was being led forward unsteadily, obediently followed suit.

But I was still thinking about what perfect reason I could use to cancel Ayumi-chan's day trip to Osaka.

How can one justifiably lock this entire precious morning in their room, pestering Tsuna mouth-to-mouth, to master the 'essential skill of breathing through the nose'?

While she was lost in thought, Tsuna had already led her back to the restaurant.

"Miyamura, remember to call Nanase-sensei later to let her know."

"okay."

"By the way, class president," Tsuna said, just as he and Shoko sat down, Nishikata, sitting opposite them, asked the question that had been bothering him:
"Yesterday, Miyamura accidentally fell asleep and forgot to return Nanase-sensei's calls and messages. How did you handle it afterwards?"

Ayumi Ajitani leaned back in her chair and shrugged helplessly: "Just let Shoko-chan make a video call and let Nanase-sensei chat with Grandpa for a while, that'll be fine."

"However, we need to report to Ms. Nanase for all our future travel and sightseeing."

Yesterday I even received a video call from my neighbor; it was because some of us weren't loyal enough.

Breakfast passed by as the group chatted, and even after Junko Mito saw them to the door, Shoko still hadn't come up with an excuse to decline the trip.

Junko Mito, wearing a blue yukata with a wave pattern, leaned against the front door, watching Tsuna and the others with great interest.

“Tsuna,” she asked with a smile, “Are you sure you don’t need to let that brat Yoshihara be your guide? He knows Osaka well and can help you avoid taking unnecessary detours.”

As soon as Junko Mito finished speaking, Yoshihara Mito, who had been hiding behind her, suddenly popped his head out, his eyes shining brightly, and he was almost jumping up and down to express his excitement.

However, before Tsuna could utter a single word, Ayumi Ajitani was already waving her hands rapidly and nimbly.

He shook his head vigorously, rejecting her offer first:
"No need, Junko-nee. I already made plans before coming to Osaka," she said, patting her chest and silently reciting her pre-prepared plan:
"First, I'll stroll around Osaka Castle, then take the subway for 20 minutes to Dotonbori and Shinsaibashi for lunch and some shopping. Finally, I'll visit Tsutenkaku Tower around dusk for some fried skewers and a beautiful night view. It's absolutely perfect!" She couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up.

Junko Mito chuckled at her anxious appearance, shook her head, and ultimately didn't offer any further advice.

She leaned against the door frame, smiling as she watched five figures carrying various small bags chattering as they squeezed onto the bus.

I watched the bus slowly drive away until it disappeared from sight around the corner, then I slowly turned away and turned around.

Just then, I saw Mitsubagi standing dejectedly in the porch, radiating a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Junko crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and scrutinized his face. She drew out her words in a tone that suggested she knew everything:
"Heh... I see now..." She pointed in the direction the bus had disappeared:
"That little girl named Ayumi..." he said, then gave Mifunehara a meaningful look, "With your skills, tsk tsk, I'm afraid... you can't 'handle' her!"

The word "grasp" is emphasized, adding a touch of irony.

Mei Tengyi rolled her eyes at her, earning a slap in return. She had no choice but to go and entertain the guests. As for going back to her room to play on her phone or sleep, that was just a suggestion.

There's no need to even think about it.

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.

Ayumi Azurani's supposedly flawless itinerary led the group of five through a 'meaningful' day.

As for the results...

The crowds at tourist attractions on weekends perfectly illustrated what it means to be unable to move an inch; all my energy was precisely wasted on taking detours.

Especially at Osaka Castle, the planned "been there, done that" visit was delayed until the evening when the sky was ablaze with fiery clouds.

Ayumi Azurani's ingenious arrangements ultimately could not withstand the universal truth that "changes happen faster than plans."

By the time they returned to the hot spring hotel by bus, the five of them were exhausted.

After dinner, the five of them quickly washed up and went back to their rooms to sleep.

As for the evening practice I promised Shoko, I successfully postponed it.

In the blink of an eye, the school trip had reached its second-to-last day.

At lunchtime, as the children sat around the table, Grandma, watching them intently eating, couldn't help but speak first:

"Oh dear, so we really have to pack up and leave after lunch?"

Her tone was gentle, with a hint of persuasion: "Why not stay another day? It's quiet here, so it's convenient to stay another night to relax."
I can have my father call and talk to your teacher.

"No need, Grandma. I'll bring them to see you again during my winter break," Gang said with a smile, waving his hand.
"We chose to go back today so that it would be convenient for us to take the school's bus to the Shinkansen line tomorrow."

Seeing this, Grandma smiled kindly and didn't try to persuade her to stay any longer.

She left the restaurant, went to the front desk, and whispered a few words to the on-duty staff of the hot spring hotel who had been waiting quietly.

The waitress, dressed in a hotel yukata, nodded in agreement and turned to leave with light steps.

Before long, she returned carrying several small packages carefully packed in plain paper bags, with labels thoughtfully affixed to them.

(End of this chapter)