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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 15: Time Elapsed
Coach, I don't want to play basketball.

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The sky was clean blue, as if someone deliberately splashed blue ink on the white paper and then smeared it into clouds with a brush, and a touch of dazzling gold.

The weather was dizzyingly hot.

After the morning class, Yayoi lay on the desk and fell asleep. Yayoi always liked to feel sleepy in the summer. From the first day of studying in Saitama Prefecture, at the end of the morning class, without exception, there would always be a ball of red hair lying paralyzed on the seat.

Originally, after today's morning class, Yayoi held her chin and was about to perform a show of falling asleep on the spot with her face on the table. However, the door of the classroom was violently pushed open and thrown away with a bang. With a bang on the wall, in full view of everyone, the two female members of the track and field club lifted the sleepy Yayoi out with numb hands and feet.

Yayoi, who was pushed all the way into the track and field club by her seniors, was confused until she was pressed on the swivel chair in front of the table. Coach Shiraishi of the women's track and field club gave Yayoi a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

Yayoi looked down at the water in the paper cup, her steaming face slightly rippled, reflecting Yayoi's bright red hair and fair chin.

Yayoi tilted her head, and looked up to see Shiraishi-sensei sat on a swivel chair behind the desk with her back to her.

She suddenly turned the chair around, facing Yayoi, and looked at Yayoi solemnly. That was the number one teacher in the school. There were not many female sports consultants. The women's ponytails were tied high, and the lenses on the bridge of her nose reflect bright white light.

Yayoi: "..."

Fearful.

Shiraishi-sensei smiled slightly, trying to leave an amiable and gentle female image to Yayoi, "Amamiya-san."

Yayoi nodded in confusion, "Shiraishi-sensei."

"Have you joined a club?" Shiraishi-sensei suddenly started chatting, "Have you ever felt that campus life in junior high school is empty?"

Yayoi shook her head and answered honestly, "No, it's not empty."

Satoru had been harassing her more and more recently, and she was feeling lonely.

"Would you like to have a richer campus life?" Shiraishi-sensei persisted.

Yayoi was stunned, her intuition told her that no matter how she answered, it would be a dead end. The woman in front of her had already cast the net, and she was just waiting for her big fat red fish to enter the net. No matter what, today was to catch the redhead and kill her for meat.

After a long time, Yayoi stood up, looked directly into the teacher's eyes with amber eyes, and said solemnly, "Coach, I don't want to play basketball."

What she didn't want, she really didn't want.

Let her go, she just wanted to be an ordinary girl with a short personality and short ambitions.

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Shiraishi-sensei had been eyeing her since the first week when she transferred to Saitama Urami East Junior High.

From the moment she set her sights on Yayoi, Shiraishi-sensei determined that this redhead was a rare treasure, a treasure for athletes.

Just in the first week of school, Yayoi beat up quite a few delinquents in Urami East Junior High who gave teachers a lot of headaches. Yayoi was very good at fighting.

What did it mean to be good at fighting? It meant that this red-haired girl who could fight well had good athletic talent.

After witnessing the scene of Yayoi beating up someone, Shiraishi-sensei was shocked to death. Compared with school violence, she wondered if this was a fight set of some martial arts movie.

Baseball bats and wooden sticks flew together, the boys' clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sounds of cracking bones and fists and feet danced together. In the mess, only a little bit of red stood out.

Yayoi pulled a boy's hair, raised her knee, and hit him in the face hard. The fierce force directly caused the person to faint from the pain. With a change of hand, the guy who fainted from the pain was thrown towards the second unlucky guy.

In an instant, Shiraishi-sensei and the red-haired girl saw eye to eye (one-sided).

Beautiful!

If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, Shiraishi-sensei would even want to give Yayoi a round of applause.

This redhead had the fighting spirit of her school days!

Shiraishi-sensei clicked her tongue in admiration.

#Who hadn't fought with someone during their school days?#

Yayoi's movements were smooth and her hand-to-hand combat ability was quite good. Look at the force of her punch. Wouldn't it be great to throw a shot put?

Look at that jumping height, wouldn't it be great for high jumps?

Look at that explosive power. Wouldn't it be good to break the 50-meter record of Urami East Junior High?

If she really couldn't do it, she could still go for a marathon!

Under normal circumstances, when the teacher saw this scene, they should rush to call the police and break up the fight, but Shiraishi-sensei was a famous teacher in the school.

By the time Shiraishi-sensei came back to her senses from reminiscing about the little things in her student days, the ground was already covered with clatter, corpses were lying on the ground, mourners were everywhere, screams were incessant, and a red-haired girl had already walked away with her schoolbag on her back.

Ah, she was so focused on Yayoi that she forgot to call the security guard.

There was only one girl in the school who was born with red hair. When she inquired about it the next day, she found out that it was Yayoi Amamiya who had transferred in to the first grade. That girl was so cruel that she beat up a bunch of bad guys in the school.

Shiraishi-sensei deliberately removed Yayoi Amamiya's student files from the school's archives. Yayoi studied in elementary school in Tokyo. After moving to Saitama Prefecture last year, she simply started studying at Urami East Junior High in Saitama Prefecture. In the first week of school, she beat up the bad guys in the school.

Looking at Yayoi's recorded physical education test results, Shiraishi-sensei couldn't wait to take the redhead to the track and field department immediately. What a great girl, right? However, she was rejected by Yayoi many times.

At dusk, the setting sun slanted down on the neat rows of desks in the classroom. After the bell rang, Yayoi tidied up her desk, put the textbooks into her schoolbag, put the schoolbag on her shoulders, and raised her head.

Seeing Shiraishi-sensei standing in front of the door, she raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Amamiya-san." Shiraishi-sensei smiled, "Do you mind walking together? I happen to be on your way."

Yayoi: "...whatever makes you happy."

You're just on my way. Your house was on the east side and my house was on the west side. Were you going to tell me where to go? What about fooling her?

One tall and one short walked out of the teaching building together. There were two long shadows on the ground. The sky in the distance was as brightly colored as the rouge on the face of the oiran in ancient times.

"Hey, Amamiya-san, you are very talented." Shiraishi-sensei suddenly said to Yayoi, "Why don't you try to join the track and field club?"

Yayoi lowered her head slightly, and her red hair slid down her temples, fell to her shoulders and then slid down her shoulders, "Shiraishi-sensei, just because I'm talented doesn't mean I like it."

Shiraishi-sensei was stunned for a moment.

"It's rude to say this." Yayoi said, "But I once told myself that I will never do anything I don't want to do again."

—You can do anything you want to do... It doesn't matter if you don't want to do anything... You can live like this... Whatever you want, Miss Yayoi, please... please be free...

—You are just a little girl... a little girl who has never grown up. Please grow up... please... please...

Empty and blurry figures swayed in front of the eyes, or crazy burning flames. The tail of the flames was licking the whole world. The dusk was mixed with the color of blood and burning flames. Countless stone pillars collapsed and fell. It was broken into two sections on the ground. Countless phantoms swarmed in and disappeared in an instant. Yayoi felt a little dazed. The setting sun at dusk seemed a little too bright, which made Yayoi's eyes a little dizzy.

She could vaguely smell the smell of blood again, mixed with the smell of sea salt drifted from the distant sea, and the sound of waves lapping on the shore.

She didn't remember much anymore, but she seem to remember that the setting sun that day was so beautiful.

Yayoi raised her hand to block it.

Maybe a little more flamboyant and rich than this.

Suddenly there was a weight on the top of her hair, and Yayoi's head was pressed down hard. The person pressing her head rubbed her red hair again, making the top of her hair messy.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it." Shiraishi-sensei sighed frequently and reached out to pinch the worried face of Yayoi. "You little girl who talk little like to keep things in your heart. If you don't like it, let's just stop doing it. Where did all these things come from?"

"Little girl." The teacher pinched Yayoi's face again, and the sun set little by little on the soft and cheerful female facial features. Shiraishi-sensei smiled, "You should try to tell others what's in your heart. People who think about things and hide too many things in their hearts... will not grow up."

Yayoi looked at Shiraishi-sensei in a daze, but the teacher was still smiling, with no burden, as if she had no weight, with a light and free voice.

—Please grow up, Yayoi.

"Hey, how about it? Do you want to consider joining the track and field club?" The tall woman hooked her arms around Yayoi's neck, pressed her face against Yayoi's, and winked.

Yayoi had blind eyes and simply rejected the teacher's friendly invitation.

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Along the street, Yayoi walked home slowly. Old-fashioned telegraph poles passed by Yayoi one after another. The wires at the top of the telegraph poles were connected to the top of the telegraph poles in front, and one telegraph pole as connected to another telegraph pole, neatly arranged and extending forward.

The fence outside the courtyard came into view little by little. First, there were the green leaves of the cherry blossom trees that did not bloom in summer. The green leaves gathered into a large ball, and then the stone wall, most of which was covered under the trees.

And then... two dots of black?

Yayoi: ???

After seeing clearly, there were two black people, probably two people wearing black clothes.

Yayoi: "..."

After getting closer, she realized that the two men in black clothes were standing under the wall of her house. One had white hair and the other had black hair. The one with white hair had already climbed up the wall of Yayoi's house.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" The boy with man bun, covered his face.

The boy wearing sunglasses and white hair, said without blushing or out of breath, "Go over the redhead's wall."

Yayoi was carrying a schoolbag and looked at these two shameless boys with dead eyes. Her hand that had just taken out her mobile phone from her schoolbag was suspended in mid-air.

Suguru turned around and saw Yayoi holding a mobile phone, looking at them blankly.

#History was always surprisingly similar#

Satoru turned around and pushed up the small sunglasses on his face, stretched out his hand to say hello, "Hey, you're back? Is there anything to eat? What are we eating today?"

Good grief, he asked her for food without even entering the door.

As expected of you, Satoru.

Yayoi raised her finger and opened the cover of the phone.

"Don't call the police!" Instinctively aware of something bad, Suguru held up his hands, "We are all friends! Friends!"

Yayoi had blank eyes, she turned her face and didn't recognize anyone, "Who are you? I don't know you."

Suguru: "We have brought you a souvenir."

Suguru raised the well-packaged gift box in his hand, which was specially wrapped with a red ribbon.

"Then you two, please take the front door." Yayoi tilted her head, her tone was calm, but the expression on her face was ferocious. Most of her face was in thick shadow. Yayoi pointed to the door next to him, "Why don't you go through such a big door and instead climb the wall?"

What were your hobbies? Who was your friend?!

Suguru: "...souvenir."

"There's no point in going through the front door!" Satoru jumped directly onto the wall, jumping up and down on the wall, like a naughty cat, "If I don't go through the front door, what can you do to me?"

Yayoi: "Hello, police..."

Suguru: "...souvenir!"

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Yayoi: If it's not for the sake of the souvenir, so I'll send them to the police station.


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