After the performance, Asuka and Yuki Ai were responsible for cleaning up the conference room, and the rest left first.

Ryosuke's drum set and Saito Gen's bass were all left in the conference room.

The drum set was so big that it was very difficult. Ryosuke didn't want to push it back and forth over and over again, so he simply piled it into the corner of the conference room.

Saito Gen felt that there was no need to carry it back and forth. Anyway, he also had bass at home, so he could practice it at any time.

Although Saito Gen and Suzuki Satsuko are not as rich as the Kukano and Hanyu families, they are also considered elite families, must-have piano and musical instruments, living in villas and luxury cars.

But Yuki Ai is different. No matter where she goes, she will carry that ukulele, otherwise she will not be relieved.

Because it feels so uncomfortable to lose something!

What she still remembers is that when she was a child, she paid tuition at school. At that time, her father had just had an accident and her family collapsed suddenly. Her mother finally saved her tuition, but she lost her schoolbag while playing on the road and failed to pay the tuition.

That day, I was still in Yuki, who was still in elementary school and searched for a day. I walked back and forth along the countryside dirt road to school. I looked at the stones and flowers on the ground for countless times, and finally I returned home when it was dark.

When she saw her mother leaning at the door, Yuki Ai felt very sad and heartbroken.

That night, Yuki Ai was beaten by her mother for the first time because she lost the tuition fee for the whole family to save money, but because she went home late and made everyone who cared about her worried.

Since then, Yuki Ai has never lost anything again, from a pencil that can be used for a month, and from a key to the class, and never again.

What’s even more terrifying is that Yuki Ai’s rubber actually used up the day!

There is probably no one in this world who can completely use up a piece of rubber besides Yuki Ai?

"President, I'll go to the archery department first. If you have nothing to do, go back soon." After packing up the things, Akigawa packed his backpack with a archery uniform. Half of his body had already poked out of the door and turned around and said to Ai Yuki.

Yuki Ai smiled brightly, "See you tomorrow!"

"Well, see you tomorrow, President."

Asuka waved his hand and turned around and left.

Yuki Ai lowered her head and continued to sweep the floor, murmured softly: "President...ah..."

“Hmph~”

Humming the tune of "Fishing Fireworks" just now, Ai Yukihiro asked to scan the conference room inside and outside, the dust on the bookshelf, paper scraps under the table, and bricks that are difficult to clean behind the door...

More than ten minutes later, Yuki Ai tied a towel on her head, held a mop in her hand, nodded her head and looked around the tidy interior with a look of relief.

"It's so comfortable to be clean, ah~hmm~"

She stretched and moaned, stretching from head to toe like a big yellow dog waking up in the afternoon.

After doing all this, Yuki Ai regained his broom and mop, carried his ukulele, carried his small schoolbag, locked the door and left.

After visiting the stalls temporarily built for sports festivals, Yuki Ai was like a lord who inspected the territory, not letting go of any possible safety hazards.

It was not until she confirmed that there was no problem that she left Rende Maitreya High School with satisfaction.

From the moment she stepped out of the school gate, Yuki Ai was no longer the president. She became a scholar who was alone in a foreign land. She was careful not to disturb others when she was at the station, and she squeezed into the corner of the tram platform waiting for the tram to Kanagawa.

The path she has to take every day is the best route she has planned after two days after entering high school.

She has to go to and from school every day, and the fare is also quite large. She cannot choose a route that costs a lot; she has to cook for her younger brothers and sisters when she goes home from school every day, but she cannot choose the route that takes the most time.

As the saying goes, children of poor people are early, and Yukiyo loves every bit of life must be careful to maintain the fragile balance in the family.

Back to the familiar countryside of Kanagawa, Yuki Ai took a detour to his country's middle school as usual.

Although she can't say anything in this school, the younger sisters who once had a good relationship in the school are still the objects of Yuki's love and care for.

Adolescent girls also have many worries. Yuki Ai is a person who has experienced it. While listening to their gentle complaints and trivial matters, he touched their heads and told them to study hard and try to go to the big city to take a look.

Then, on the way home with them, Yuki Ai would ask some things he cares about - how is the relationship between men and women in school now? Boys are still hostile to girls, and do girls still not like boys so much?

After receiving a positive answer, Yuki Ai will smile with relief, but if she hears something and then occurs on campus bullying, she will feel a little disappointed and blamed again.

Say goodbye to the younger generation and bought some cooked food from the entrance of the village. Yuki Ai jogged all the way through the fields with a bag.

Her steps were fast, and her hands stretched out wide, like a cheerful swallow.

Running on this road, Yuki Ai always felt so happy. She ran faster and faster, like a gust of wind rushing to the door of her house.

"Mother, Yuta, Xiaohui!"

Yuki Ai shouted happily, his voice carrying some warmth from late spring and early summer.

So the wooden door opened, and a little girl ran out and threw herself into Yukiya's arms.

"Sister!" The sweet voice made Yuki Ai's fatigue disappear all day long.

She smiled and held the little girl's hand into the door, walked through the narrow corridor and entered the room, and poked a small head out of the kitchen that was a few steps long.

"Sister."

It was a little boy, surrounded by a disproportionate apron, cooking.

Although he is young, his cooking skills are far behind his peers.

Putting down the cooked food in his hand, Yuki Ai took off his apron from his younger brother Yuki Yuki and put it on himself, and started to have a busy dinner.

"Xiaohui, go and call my mother to have a meal!"

"Okay!"

The sound of the girl ran to the attic, and then a slight cough came from the attic.

So Yuki Ai frowned and was not so happy.

Although the supper for Yuki family is ordinary, it is definitely not simple.

Since Ai Yuki started working part-time, he has never treated his family badly in terms of food.

Her younger brother and sister were growing up. Her mother was sick and needed nutrition, so Yuki Ai would rather save her lunch money and bring some meat to her family after school at night, and occasionally bring some green fresh vegetables.

"Sister, I don't like to eat this." Yuta, a little mature boy, held the pork belly in the bowl between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I'm so tired! I don't like to eat fat." Yuta explained when she saw that her elder sister was about to be angry.

As soon as Yuki Ai was about to say something, her mother quickly stopped her: "Aijiang, if Yuta doesn't like it, don't force me. Give me a bowl of rice!"

She never disobeyed her mother, so she glared at her younger brother and gave her a meal to her mother.

"By the way, Ai Jiang, why did I hear that your school seems to hold a sports festival?"

Yuki Ai's movement of getting up froze, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

"We can see it, right?" asked the mother.

Yuki Ai pursed her lips: "It's very far away."

"Can you go, right?" There was a hopeful light in my mother's eyes.
Chapter completed!