In fact, this thunderstorm did not maintain its maximum intensity as predicted by the initial weather forecast for two days.

After the second half of the night, the rain became less. Although some roads still had not resumed traffic, at least the road conditions were much better than before.

Compared to the situation where you can't see clearly when you sit in the car and drive the wiper to the maximum, you can barely drive smoothly as long as you resume traffic. It's like you're better than a little bit.

The next day, early morning.

[Affected by the bad weather, our school has stopped conducting classes. The expected recovery time is two days later. Please stay at home and do not go out if it is not necessary.]

A habitually got up one morning, Yukisa Morijima held her cell phone and looked at the formulaic text message on the screen, and was a little stunned for a moment.

She rubbed her eyes that were still a little sleepy. After confirming that she had indeed read the information wrong, she clicked on the class line group.

After searching through the chat records of the previous few minutes and making sure again, Yukisa Morishima closed her phone, turned to the bathroom, and started a simple washing.

If she had been before the summer vacation, she would have been looking forward to such a day at all times.

If the school is closed, it means that the daytime is free.

She can mention the time she practices from night to day.

In this way, she can have a good night's sleep at night.

But now, she has developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

Every night, I no longer practice until midnight, but start from six o'clock and stop practicing until around eleven o'clock, and then go to wash and sleep.

This seems to reduce the time she practices at home every day, but from her recent physical sense, the reduction in daily practice time has not affected her condition. On the contrary, because of the increasing sleep time, her condition is getting better and better.

In a nutshell, her practice efficiency has increased again.

Now her five hours of practice time a night is actually equivalent to the six to seven hours of the past.

Crash.

Unscrew the faucet, Morishima Yukisa bent down slightly, picked up the mouthwash cup and picked up the water.

“Ha…y.”

Turning off the faucet, she stretched her waist wide, then picked up the electric toothbrush on the side, squeezed some toothpaste up, and wet her bristles with water, she turned on the electric toothbrush and brushed her teeth.

For her, if she doesn't go to class today, she will have to do her arrangements today again.

However, she did not intend to mention the time of practicing piano in the morning, just keep it the same. As for the daytime, she wanted to have a rare rest, take a look at the movies Che talked to her last time, and listen to the song they recorded that day.

Although "Lemon" has not been uploaded yet, he has sent himself the MP3 version of the file.

After brushing her teeth, Morishima Yukisa turned on the faucet again. When the electric water heater at the other end of the kitchen sounded and the water temperature did start to heat up, she took out the facial cleanser and other skin care products sent to her by her mother.

In the past, she didn't care about this.

After all, in her opinion, even if she stays up late, she is actually quite beautiful. The most important point is that she doesn't think she cares about anyone's vision, and her world only needs music.

Under this premise, she only has the most basic facial cleanser left for the demand for these skin care products.

And now...

I can only say that people will change.

Last night, Yuki Morishima asked her a question before hanging up the phone.

That question is basically the same as the school will send it to everyone in the second year of high school, but it won’t pay much attention to the future path.

Yukie Morijima asked her if she would choose to study in Japan or study abroad after finishing high school at Shirakawa High School, and study abroad at the music school she teaches now.

She was rarely silent about that question.

She knew very well that in terms of music alone, domestic universities could not keep up with the music school where her mother worked, but if she considered the premise that she wanted to see him, the gap between domestic and foreign music school would be the same.

However, she still didn't make a decision.

She didn't want to give up if she insisted on saying anything.

Yukie Morishima didn't force her. Seeing her looking confused, she chuckled with relief, said good night, and hung up the phone.

Actually, why can’t I know what you mean, mom?

As a person who has experienced it, you should understand such a dilemma.

Shaking his head, Morishima Yukisa sighed in her heart and washed her face.

*

"You are still comfortable here, and the house there is still a little too small."

He lay on the bed, wearing only a small vest, moaned lazily, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the rainy scene outside the half-closed screen window.

“There are still available rooms upstairs here.”

Masaino, who was sitting by the bed, glanced at his best friend, shook his head, and gave the invitation openly.

The rain was too heavy last night, and Hoshino Ai was on duty in the nearby area again and had just changed the duty, so the girl slipped to her side.

"But I have to go to work every day, Miss." Ai Hoshino turned around and listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window. There was a little helplessness on her handsome face. She shook her head, "It's too far to pass from here."

Without traffic jams and leaving early in the morning, you have to drive a car for nearly an hour from the Masato Serina's house and then to the police station where she works.

It only takes fifteen minutes to walk from the apartment she rents, and there is no fear of traffic jams.

"Then don't shout!"

The whispered Masato Nai gave her best friend a blank look, raised her hand and slapped her ass.

"Ah." Aki Hoshino, who was beaten up, shook his heart a little, then turned his eyebrows and teased someone, "There are different people with boyfriends, and they also become astringent."

“…”

The whispered smirks and doesn't answer.

My best friend is good at everything, but this girl is becoming more and more gossipy about her relationship issues.

But I couldn't say anything yet, after all, she brought Che with me at the beginning.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Ai Hoshino shook his head, touched the index fingers of both hands unconsciously, and looked at the whispered Makirina with expectation, "That, breakfast, Rina Jiang~!"

"I'll do it, but..." Masahiro met his best friend's gaze, and then emphasized again, "Don't look forward to it too much."

"Hmm~"

Hoshino Ai blinked, but the expectation between his eyebrows became increasingly intense.

She wanted to see if her best friend was in line with the rumored saying - if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab a man's stomach first.

Even if your best friend is the one who was caught first, you should have accumulated some accumulation after being influenced by others.

Just like the words that are often spoken by colleagues, the sweeping aunts in the driving school almost didn’t know how to drive before taking office, but after working for three or four months, they didn’t know what they didn’t know and they could do it.
Chapter completed!