The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

That is to say.

Going to a festival with just my little sister was fine too.

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Spring had come around again.

After barely managing to pull off the exhausting, soul-crushing, hectic Joint Prom with the power of three heads, six arms, and a silver tongue, spring break had finally arrived.

The new term would begin before long.

Like Meng Haoran, who slept through spring mornings unaware of dawn, I would devote myself fully to sleeping and make the most of what little vacation remained!

I made up my mind, but apparently my wish failed to reach the heavens, because Komachi dragged me out early in the morning.

"Come on, Big Brother, hurry up! The festival's about to start!"

"Yeah..."

Komachi kept pushing me from behind as we strolled along the road stretching out from the station.

Our destination was the venue for some festival. Perhaps because she was attending it, Komachi was dressed in a punk style today: a black leather jacket, a deliberately untucked T-shirt, ripped jeans, and boots. She was clearly fired up.

Though it did not matter, people had always said that "Chiba's attractions are festivals and dancing." Chiba really did host several famous festivals, making it something of a festival hotspot. Apparently, the one we were going to was among them.

I was only accompanying Komachi, so I did not know the details. According to her, it was a very lively event.

Even though it had not started yet, the extroverted party types were already making a racket on the way to the venue, as if to prove Komachi right.

I see. Looks like it was the right call to come with her...

I had heard that festivals were not attended only by fans who genuinely wanted to hear music. There were also