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Narita was standing next to her, holding a tray, looking slightly surprised.

But soon, the blonde girl's expression turned into one of undisguised joy.

"Can I sit here?"

Poetry and Wine glanced to the side; the seat was empty.

"Ah."

Narita put the tray down on the opposite side and then sat down directly in his seat.

She picked up the soup bowl, drank half of it in big gulps, then put the bowl back and looked directly up at the poetry and wine.

"Have you found Ai Zhisang?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

Narita let out a breath, picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks, and said as she chewed.

"I was a little worried yesterday."

"When I suggested you go, I thought it would be fine, but after you left, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong."

"The weather changed in the mountains in the afternoon. It started to get windy when I was training on the field, and you didn't bring a tent. Later, I ran into the famous athlete Nu Tao. She was pacing around downstairs in the dormitory, looking like she was about to cry, saying that neither of them had come back yet..."

She paused for a moment, then swallowed the chicken.

“I spoke to the student council members before I went to bed.”

"No need."

Poetry and Wine swallowed the food in their mouths and shook their heads with a hint of helplessness.

"Found them, they're all safe and sound, they came back together this morning."

"Yes, it's good that you're back."

Narita nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating the rather substantial lunch in front of her.

The two sat facing each other, each eating their own food, chatting casually.

Most of the time, it was Naritaji who took the initiative to ask the questions, and then Poetry and Wine would occasionally respond with a word or two.

After eating about half of it, Narita suddenly put down his bowl.

"By the way, Sake-san."

Poetry and Wine hummed in agreement, without looking up.

Are you free this weekend?

This time, she looked up at Naritaji with some confusion.

Narita didn't keep her in suspense; a hint of excitement appeared on her face, and she spoke directly.

“A few people in the class are talking about wanting to go to an amusement park. As a council member who has scouted the area beforehand, I'd like to ask you for your help.”

She paused, her expression hesitant, as if she were considering whether to continue.

Narita finally spoke up.

"You came to my debut competition last time, and I've been wanting to find an opportunity ever since... It doesn't mean anything special, I just wanted to thank you. Let's go to the amusement park together, just the two of us, to check it out."

Poetry and wine did not answer immediately.

She lowered her head and shoveled the last few mouthfuls of rice into her mouth.

Amusement park.

Poetry and wine automatically flashed through my mind.

How much does a ticket cost? What about round-trip transportation, food and drinks inside, and various other miscellaneous expenses?

She did a rough calculation, then considered the card the chairman had given her.

Poetry and Wine: The chopsticks in Poetry and Wine's hand paused on the rim of the bowl for a good two or three seconds.

"Let me think about it."

She said it somewhat hesitantly.

Narita heard this, but just smiled slightly and glanced at her. She didn't ask any further questions, picked up the soup bowl, took a sip of soup, and casually said...

"No rush, just let me know before Thursday."

After saying this, she put down her bowl, lowered her head, and continued eating.

Poetry and wine helped him finish the last bite of his meal, and he placed his chopsticks on the tray.

Until the meal was over.

She still hasn't given an answer about the amusement park.

……

In the afternoon, Shi Yujiu went to the clinic.

The nurse removed the dressing, checked it, and said the recovery was going well. She then disinfected the dressing again, changed it, and told her to reduce the intensity of her training for the next two days.

Poetry and Wine hummed in agreement, rolled up his sleeves, and went out the door.

The corridor was quiet; afternoon training hadn't started yet.

She walked along the familiar road toward her dormitory.

She paused by the window when she reached the corner of the dormitory building.

The view from the window leads to the training field, and from this angle, you can see the timing board at the edge of the field. The sunlight is already starting to shift westward, and the shadows of the trees are stretching longer on the grass. It's quiet and deserted.

She stood by the window for a while, thinking about the debut competition.

Regarding the amusement park mentioned earlier on Narita Road, Poetry and Wine have already searched for it.

She checked the approximate ticket price. Adding transportation costs... she'd have to be careful with her money for the rest of the month after this trip.

Poetry and Wine turned and continued walking towards the dormitory.

In the evening, the cafeteria opened for dinner.

Poetry and Wine casually found a seat and sat down. Just as they picked up their chopsticks, they heard footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor, followed by the sound of a chair being moved.

Is anyone here?

Poetry and wine are on the sidelines.

Ai Mu stood beside her, holding a tray in her hands.

Poetry and wine paused for a second.

"No."

Ai Mulan put down the tray and sat down next to her.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, picked up a piece of food, and remained silent.

Ai Mu and Orihime didn't say anything, but picked up their spoons and drank the soup.

As more and more people ate dinner in the cafeteria, the sounds of trays clattering, chairs being moved, and several tables of people talking at the same time became quite noisy.

The two ate their meals quietly amidst the noise, neither of them speaking.

I didn't feel embarrassed at all.

It's just quiet.

Ai Mu finished her soup, pushed the bowl to the side of the tray, and glanced at the poem and wine.

"How is the wound?"

Poetry and wine made me put down my chopsticks for a moment.

"I went to the infirmary to change the dressing, and everything is fine."

"Ah."

Ai Mu looked away from Orihime and lowered her head to eat again.

As darkness slowly fell outside the window, the lights in the cafeteria came on, casting a warm yellow glow over the entire space, creating a clear distinction between the space and the twilight outside.

When they had almost finished eating, Aimu Orihime put down her chopsticks, tidied up the tray, and stood up.

She took two steps toward the exit, then paused.

"I'll reduce the training volume a bit these next few days."

Poetry and Wine looked up at her retreating figure.

Ai Mu Zhi Ji didn't say anything more, put the tray into the recycling bin, and walked out of the cafeteria.

After finishing their dinner, Shi and Jiu returned the tray and left the cafeteria.

It was completely dark outside, but the corridor lights were on, casting a uniform warm glow on the floor.

The evening breeze seeped in through the cracks in the window at the end of the corridor, carrying a slight chill.

Poetry and Wine walked towards their dormitory while considering Naritaji's invitation.

She understood everything Narita said. She genuinely thanked her, and the invitation was also genuine.

But that's not the problem; the problem is money.

Poetry and Wine put their hands in their pockets and sighed somewhat helplessly.

As she walked down the dormitory corridor, she slowed her pace as she approached her room.

Poetry and Wine took out their keys and opened their doors.

She went inside, kicked her shoes to the door, and sat down at the desk.

Poetry and Wine turned on the small table lamp; the lamp was on, but the book remained unopened.

She rested her elbows on the table, pinched her chin between her thumb and forefinger, and quietly thought about the amusement park for a while.

Then she took out her phone from the side pocket of her bag, opened the calculator, and recalculated the figures for the tickets and transportation.

Main character: Chapter 316 Do you like amusement parks?

After calculating the approximate cost of the trip, Poetry and Wine stared at the results on the screen for a few seconds.

I can afford it.

It means we need to save some money after we finish selling everything.

Perhaps it's time to really consider a debut competition.

Poetry and Wine turned off the calculator, the phone screen went dark, she placed the phone face down on the table, and sat quietly for a while.

……

The next morning, before the first class had even started.

The classroom was a bit noisy. A few people in the front row were passing around training records, while those in the back were discussing the new dishes that the cafeteria had introduced yesterday.

Poetry and Wine sat by the window, her textbooks open on the table. She rested her elbows on the edge of the table and stared out the window for a while.

People had already started their morning exercise on the playground. Several figures were circling on the track, their steps even. From a distance, you couldn't see their faces, only their movements.

"Jiusang."

Poetry and Wine heard the sound of a chair being moved. She turned her head and saw that Narita was walking over from the back row.

She put her lecture notes on the table, then sat down directly in the seat next to Poetry and Wine, and turned her head to look at her.

"Have you thought about what to do this weekend?"

Poetry and Wine shifted their gaze to the table, and she said somewhat dejectedly.

"go."

Narita was taken aback, not expecting Poetry and Wine to respond so quickly.

She nodded, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"it is good."