Sirone packed her toiletries and headed for her senior year.�She didn�t have to go to the hostel, she was going to wash up at school and go to the cafeteria.

As I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, the bell announcing 5:00 rang.

�Ahhh.�

I yawned and blew away the remnants of my drowsiness, and as I walked through the hallways, I heard music somewhere.

�what?�

Someone was singing in the music room at the end of the hallway.�It was not a vocal song borrowed by magicians, but a popular song.

�Wow, you are so good.�

His singing skills were surprisingly good.

�Could a singer come?�

When I opened the door to the music room, Maya was singing and playing the piano in a row of instruments along the window.

It was a cheerful rhythm and blues song that I sang while walking around the slash-and-burn village.

As soon as she opened the door, Sirone stiffened as she felt a shudder run up her spine at the sound of her voice coming into reality.

There is nothing more beautiful than you

It just wasn�t good singing.�I don�t know anything about music, but the moment I heard it, I was convinced.

Maya�s song is something different.

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�What is this feeling?�

Even after the song ended, Sirone remained in her seat, unable to calm her pounding heart.

�uh?�Sirone!�

Maya, who noticed it belatedly, welcomed him with a bright smile.

�come in.�What are you doing here?�

�I thought I�d wash up a bit.�I came because I heard the music.�

Sirone held up her toothbrush to get rid of the suspicion of spying.

Either way, Maya moved her butt off the piano chair and suggested a seat.

�Sit here.�there are no chairs�Oh, if you�re busy����.�

Since it was Sirone who was struggling to the death with the strong players in the senior class, I thought that there would be no time for leisurely chatting.

�no it�s okay.�I had nowhere to go anyway.�

The piano chair was small and Maya had some flesh.�As their arms touched each other, a sense of unfamiliarity was transmitted through their skin.�Her skin was soft and a bit on the cold side.

The awkward Sirone spoke first.

�Ahaha, you sing so well, why didn�t you talk?�I don�t know much about music, but I think I do much better than a pro.� JrNovels.com