Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 546 The World Behind the Black Curtain

The world of two people behind the black curtain. Kitahara Kento and Amamiya Masahira leaned against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, facing the black curtain in front of them.

Their arms were touching, so close that she could clearly feel the temperature of his neck and behind his ears. Amamiya Masahira, whose heart was pounding, knew without looking in the mirror that her face must have been red. At this moment, she did not dare to turn her head to look at Kitahara Kento, but only occasionally stole a few glances, saw a rough outline, and then quickly looked away, fearing that he would notice her.

I had had such close encounters before, but those times were all fights with him, and the atmosphere was completely different.

Like today, the two of them snuggled up to each other without saying a word, so close that even through the fabric of their school uniforms, they could still feel the rise and fall of each other's shoulders with their breathing, each carrying a subtle sense of tranquility and throbbing, quietly experiencing the present moment. Looking back, it must have been a long time ago.

"Whose name is written on the palm of your hand?" Amemiya Masahira regretted the moment he said it. His voice was as light as the sound of a pencil scratching across a sketchbook. He didn't dare to face the person who heard it, and just lowered his head and stared at his toes.

Hearing the voice, Kitahara Kento looked at the blushing black-haired girl beside him. Many sentences flashed through his mind, but after considering it, he chose to pretend that he didn't hear clearly.

"Um?"

Kitahara Kento looked at Amemiya in pretended surprise.

Amemiya Masahira didn't dare turn around to see Kitahara Kento's expression. He slowly moved his gaze and looked away with a blushing face.

She hesitated for a while, then opened her lips and spoke again: "Just now I was talking about those words on your palm."

"Who wrote this? Did you hear clearly?"

Hearing this, Kitahara Kento tensed up a little. The little homegirl's tone was becoming more and more "overreaching", and she was increasingly actively destroying the "tacit understanding" that they had maintained for a long time. In other words, she took the initiative to intrude on the sensitive boundary line that they had tacitly drawn in the past.

Kitahara Kento looked down at the palm of his hand, then turned to look at the shy little otaku girl who was avoiding his sight.

He wrote the four Chinese characters on the palms of his hands one stroke at a time. The characters were large and bold. Even a nearsighted person could see them clearly without glasses. And Amamiya Masahira had good eyesight and was not nearsighted.

Many sentences flashed through his mind again. Kitahara Kento still didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and showed it to her.

The ball was kicked back to the person who had just served.

Amemiya Masahira glanced over and looked at Kitahara Kento's two slightly unnatural palms.

As if she was a little dissatisfied with Kitahara Kento's way of avoiding a direct answer, she gently nudged Kitahara Kento with her elbow, then folded her arms across her chest, turned her head away in angrily, and returned to her previous peeping posture, only secretly glancing at him from time to time.

"Can't I just say it out loud?" Amamiya Masahira thought a little disappointedly.

".What is he thinking about?" She glanced at him and quietly observed Kitahara Kento who looked thoughtful.

"What would I have done if he had said that just now?" Amemiya Masahira withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.

She herself hadn't figured out how she would respond if he read out every word carefully.

"The words are so big, do you like me?"

"After I said that, if he really said he liked me, what should I say?"

"Well, then, whatever you like." It took only one second for Amamiya Masahira, who was lost in thought, to come up with this sentence in her mind. After realizing it, her face turned even redder in just half a second.

No one spoke again. The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, and the atmosphere returned to the subtle throbbing and tranquility.

Looking at the busy corridor and the classmates who had forgotten her and ignored her, Amamiya Masahira suddenly murmured with emotion: "Actually, it seems to be good this way. At least those people can't see me." This time, there was something else in the little otaku girl's tone.

Although it sounded like people not remembering her and not seeing her made her life easier, which was very consistent with what she said as she always liked to be alone, when Kitahara Kento heard it, he always felt that she had deeper meaning in her words, as if there was another half sentence that she hadn't said out loud, but it was specifically for him.

It's probably something like "At least those people can't see me, let alone notice you being with me, so you'll be much less stressed."

Kitahara Kento followed Amamiya Masahira's line of sight and turned to stare at the students passing by. He was silent for a while, sighed, and said in the same veiled way: "But this is not a long-term solution."

"We have to find a way to solve it once and for all. Give me some time and I'll be able to do it. And there's also Kaiji, you're not alone." Kitahara Kento looked at Amemiya Masahira who was in an unwell condition and said to her encouragingly.

Amemiya Masahira was silent for a moment, not knowing whether he didn't understand or was thinking about other things.

After a while, she finally spoke in a low voice: "The more people remember me, the harder it is for them to forget me."

Seeing Amemiya Masahira clutching her left arm with her right hand and kneading her sleeve with her fingers, Kitahara Kento also felt bad. The little otaku girl was obviously afraid that after tonight, everyone would forget her and no one would remember her.

Kitahara Kento spoke to comfort him: "Hanatani and I—"

Kitahara Kento paused for a moment, then after some thought, he smiled and said, "Actually, Haiji has another name. Her real name is Hanatani."

"Hanatani?" Amemiya Masahira cast a questioning look for a moment.

Kitahara Kento nodded, encouraged her and said: "It's a long story. I will tell you in detail after school. I didn't hide it from you before. The main reason is that the origin of Haiji is really incredible and hard to believe. It is difficult to explain in one or two sentences. When you go home after school, let the child tell you in person."

Anyway, he and Hua Gu had already decided on these things. After solving the psychological invisibility side effects of the little otaku girl, they would tell her sooner or later. At the moment, the little otaku girl looked depressed, so he might as well take it out to whet her appetite and cheer her up.

"Hanatani, Hanatani," Amemiya Masahira murmured softly twice, looked at Kitahara Kento with puzzled eyes, and nodded suspiciously.

"We agreed that you must explain everything clearly when we get home."

Kitahara Kento said "hmm" and nodded in agreement: "It's a deal."

Amemiya Masahira hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help being curious, so he said, "Why don't you tell me now about Kaiji and Hanatani."

"It's a long story, and I don't have time now. Let's talk about it slowly when we get home." Kitahara Kento said with a smile.

Amemiya Masahira's curiosity was aroused and he hesitated to speak, but now was not a good time to talk at length, so he had to suppress his curiosity for the time being.

Kitahara Kento was worried that she would continue to think about those depressing things, so he went on to comfort her.

"Don't worry. According to our previous plan, as long as we increase the impression you leave on them, in other words, as long as we continue to let Amamiya Masahira's consultation reach the ears and eyes of the world, the side effects of psychological invisibility will be suppressed."

"See those two students standing behind the camera? They are broadcasting live online. When you go on stage, your assistant, Takeshita-san, will also arrange various publicity for your studio. After tonight, it will definitely be effective."

Hearing him say this, Amamiya Masahira's uneasy mood relaxed a little, and he whispered: "Yes, I know."

Kitahara Kento thought for a while, and taking this good opportunity to start a conversation, he looked into Amemiya Masahira's eyes, and his expression became serious.

"Is your psychological appeal really that you don't want to be disturbed and hope that others can't see you, so you have achieved psychological invisibility?"