Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 139: One step further, the Saint Lady's additional stakes [4k1]

After nightfall, heavy rain fell in Tokyo.

Amid the sound of falling rain, the dense and heavy rain instantly obscured people's vision and cleared the city's roads.

The main road that used to be bustling with people and traffic is now empty, with only the street lamps on both sides of the road still emitting warm light. The distance between the streets seems to be infinitely extended at this moment. This modern steel forest seems to have suddenly become silent.

"Mr. Troll should not be asleep yet, right?"

In the Watanabe family, in Amamiya Ayana's room.

The Saint Lady lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, turned her head and looked at the electronic clock on the desk.

The white numbers are so conspicuous in the dark room.

The current time is ten forty at night.

Based on her understanding of Mr. Troll, he should have just laid down and was in a half-asleep state.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, this time point is the best time to sneak past.

Thinking of this, the Saint Miss put on her slippers, stood up, and quietly opened the door of her room. After confirming again and again that there was no one in the corridor, she sneaked towards Mr. Troll's room like a thief.

If Hamabe Ryoko didn't live on the second floor, she wouldn't have to be so cautious.

At noon today, she had already knocked on the side in advance. Mr. Troll's original words were - Ryoko's sleep is very light compared to ordinary people, and she will be easily awakened by any loud noise.

So, be careful.

After telling herself in her heart, Amamiya Ayana gently grasped the door handle of the master bedroom, pressed down lightly with her hand, and with a slight "creak" sound, she easily opened his door.

After turning around and taking another vigilant look at Hamabe Ryoko's closed door, she bent down and slipped into his room like a nimble cat, closing the door.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Watanabe Yu's voice suddenly rang out.

"Ayana?"

Although the visibility in the room was not very good, Watanabe Yu could still barely see Amemiya Ayana's face through the half-closed curtains.

"it's me."

Seeing that she was caught, Amemiya Ayana didn't act pretentiously. She took a step forward and walked up to his bed and sat down.

——She had arrived at the time at noon, and Mr. Troll had two pillows.

"Is there something wrong?"

Watanabe Yu yawned and closed his eyes.

The bad thing about having a too regular biological clock is that you can't hold on at a certain time. The sleepiness is like a dam opening, and you can't stop it at all.

"It's raining so hard, and the weather forecast says there will be thunder tonight. I'm scared."

The Saint Lady lifted his quilt and crawled in openly.

"Ha...I don't feel like you're scared at all."

Watanabe Yu yawned again.

"So what do you think is scary?"

The Saint Lady pulled the quilt towards herself.

The air conditioner temperature on Watanabe Yu's side was set to 26℃, while it was 27℃ on her side. Suddenly, she even felt a little cold.

"At least the sound should be trembling, and the body should be in a curled up state."

Watanabe Yu loosened his hands that were holding the quilt and generously let part of the quilt go.

I can only say that after moving out of Yaleju, the quilt has been upgraded to a 2x2.2 quilt. She can pull it as she likes, as long as he is covered.

"Why do you feel like you know so much?"

The Saint Lady stopped pulling the quilt and moved closer to Watanabe Yu without making a sound.

"Because I have read related books before."

Watanabe Yu gave a frank answer.

"Okay, if that's the case, I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman."

Ayana Amamiya raised her white little hand, and after searching in the quilt for a while, she placed her hand on Watanabe Yu's big hand.

The warm touch calmed her heart down instantly.

"My lady, this is not the way to use this sentence, and it is not the time to use it."

Watanabe Yu turned his head away, feeling a little amused and helpless.

"Leave me alone!"

The Saint Lady snorted, then gently patted the back of his hand.

"Turn your hands over."

She saw it clearly this morning: they were holding hands.

"what?"

"I am jealous!"

The Saint Miss pursed her lips.

In front of Hamabe Ryoko, she could ignore those things, but in front of Mr. Troll, she had to care about them.

"……Feel sorry."

Watanabe Yu turned his hand over and faced her palm.

next moment.

The Saint Lady's long fingers slipped into his.

The two of them then interlocked their fingers.

"An apology alone is not sincere."

There was a hint of intrigue in her voice.

"Then what do you think is sincerity?"

"At least you have to give me some compensation. Well, I won't make it difficult for you. The compensation is that you have to answer two questions for me. How about that?"

The Saint Lady took the opportunity to express her true thoughts.

She was still missing the most crucial step in understanding Yuki Hayakawa.

That is Mr. Troll's attitude towards her, and what kind of person Yuki Hayakawa is in Mr. Troll's eyes.

With these two points, combined with what Hamabe Ryoko told her about Yuki Hayakawa, she can adjust the way she deals with Yuki Hayakawa appropriately.

"Just ask."

Watanabe Yu rubbed his face with his other hand, and the overflowing sleepiness seemed to slow down a little.

"Tell me about Yuki Hayakawa."

Amamiya Ayana did not beat around the bush as usual, but chose to go straight to the point.

"Which ones do you want to hear?"

"All."

Her answer was brief and to the point.

"That's a bit too long."

"It's okay, we have plenty of time tonight."

The Saint Lady blinked, turned sideways, and looked at the profile of Watanabe Yu.

At this distance, even though the room was pitch black, she could still barely see the expression on his face.

"Can you please pick out the key points?"

Watanabe Yuu resisted a bit.

“That depends on your definition of focus.”

There was a hint of intriguing meaning in Amamiya Ayana's voice.

"I understand what you mean, let's talk about it all."

Watanabe Yu sighed and chose to confess and receive leniency.

"But I won't go into details about some of the things you already know, such as how she and I became so familiar with each other."

He had already told these things to the Saint Lady, and it would be a waste of time and effort to tell them again now.

"Yeah, no problem."

The Saint Lady agreed.

"Then let's start from when we got to know each other..."

Watanabe Yuu considered his words and began to narrate the story.

The Saint Lady listened extremely attentively.

She would nod from time to time, agree with a few words, and occasionally express her opinions.

By the time he had said everything he needed to say, half an hour had passed.

This was even though he consciously didn't elaborate.

"So, that's all?"

There was a hint of surprise in Amamiya Ayana's voice.

She thought that this very dazzling Yuki Hayakawa would have a lot of interactions with Mr. Troll.

result……

That's it! ?
Apart from the usual questions, the recording session, and the subsequent study session, there was nothing left. As for the birthday BBQ, she heard it clearly, and many people went. In other words, this was not the same as being alone.

This opponent...seems to be even weaker than she imagined.

"Yes, that's all."

Watanabe Yu gave an affirmative answer.

“…It’s quite unexpected.”

The Saint Lady turned her head and looked at the pitch-black ceiling, suddenly feeling a little uninterested.

"So what do you think is not unexpected?"

Watanabe Yu asked back.

"You really want to know?"

"Only if you are willing to say it."

"…Since you asked, I'll show you how to do it."

Amemiya Ayana released her grip on Watanabe Yu's hand and instead hugged him like a teddy bear, her long legs naturally resting on his legs.

"For example, this."

Her voice softened unconsciously.

Previously, while watching TV at Watanabe's house, she had seen a documentary about human emotions.

The documentary said that when people are depressed, they crave comfort from others, and the most effective comfort is a hug.

No words or unnecessary body movements are needed; a simple hug can break down all the emotional defenses that are pretending to be strong.

Now she has experienced it firsthand.

Feeling his body temperature and scent, her breathing gradually calmed down and her mind relaxed.

呲la.

Suddenly, a thick electric snake briefly illuminated the sky.

A few seconds later, the rumble of thunder resounded throughout the night.

Subconsciously, she hugged him tighter.

"..."

Watanabe Yu silently raised his hand and gently patted her back.

"…The second thing is about the question I asked you at the beginning."

The Saint Lady lowered her eyes.

"If you were faced with the same dilemma as 'Tōru Watanabe', what would you choose?"

Without giving Watanabe Yu a chance to answer, she gave the answer herself.

"You originally said that you are the Pure Love God of War, but I can tell that the 'Pure Love God of War' you mentioned is different from the 'Pure Love God of War' that most people understand, right?"

How could she not understand what Mr. Troll was thinking?

It's just that she had been hesitating before, but this hesitation had mostly disappeared when he slapped Teppei Amamiya.

To be honest, Mr. Troll is indeed an asshole.

"……Correct."

"I thought you were going to be tough."

Hearing this, the Saint Lady couldn't help but shook her head.

The inky long hair also swayed, tickling Watanabe Yu.

"It's meaningless to be stubborn at this time."

He has always seen things clearly about this kind of thing.

As a time traveler from the Laozhong family, if you said you want to be a pure love god of war, then you have to be one to the end, right?
"You see it so clearly?"

"Yes."

"Then you have been planning this for a long time?"

Amamiya Ayana asked this question half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Then you really misunderstood me."

Watanabe Yu corrected the Saint Lady's remarks.

In fact, according to his original plan, he wanted to earn money first, and then slowly live his campus life again.

As for those who are pure love gods of war or not, their priority is not high.

But that's how life is. Its development trajectory will most likely not be changed by personal will.

The most direct manifestation is that he is now involved in the feud between wealthy families that is like in a TV drama.

Of course, he didn't mean to blame anyone.

"...I won't quarrel with Ryoko, you can rest assured about that."

Amamiya Ayana paused, "But if you really want to be the 'Pure Love God of War' you mentioned, you have to at least have a social status that matches it, right? Otherwise, who would be willing to do that?"

"You're trying to cheer me up, right?"

Yu Watanabe made a little joke.

He has this kind of awareness.

If you want to be a pure love god of war in real life, you can't just say "I want to be one" and be done with it.

Between wanting and getting, there is still a gap between doing.

He needs to show abilities that match those of the 'Pure Love God of War', and he has been working hard in this direction.

"You can understand it this way." Amamiya Ayana raised her hand and gently stroked his face. "Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't do it. Anyway, I am very happy to provide you with a new troll nest. In fact, privately speaking, I actually hope that you can't do it."

This is what she means.

Of course, she would definitely not use some tricks to hinder him.

"It's man-made."

Watanabe Yu uttered these four words.

"Yes, yes, Boss."

Amemiya Ayana let go of Watanabe Yu and instead leaned her head gently on his chest, her tender white hands resting on his abdominal muscles.

Even through a layer of clothes, she could still feel the angular abdominal muscles.

Yes, she had seen it countless times and touched it many times, but this was the first time.

"If you keep touching me like this, I won't be able to fall asleep."

Watanabe Yu gave the Saint Lady a subtle reminder.

Physical fitness (primary) does not strengthen the body at all, but his work and rest schedule has always been regular and he lives a self-disciplined life, so he is still relatively stable.

But at this distance, coupled with the faint body fragrance wafting from the Saint Miss, it was completely a different story.

He could even clearly feel his blood flow speeding up.

Going further down, you will rush all the way to the highway.

"Oh?"

Amemiya Ayana lifted up his short sleeves and gently stroked his abdominal muscles with her white index finger.

One thing at a time, she had to put herself in a leading position.

In other words, we have to increase the stakes.

The soft fingertips stroked his muscles, and the touch, which was slightly cooler than his body temperature, was so clear at this moment.

"No, I really can't stand it anymore."

It is true that he claims to be a gentleman, but he still has to remain calm when he needs to.

"..."

The Saint Lady moved her body slightly upwards.

She bit his earlobe gently.

The strength was controlled to a level that would shock him but not hurt him.

Then she deliberately blew into his ear.

The warm breath made him shiver instinctively.

"Actually, I can help you with my hands."

Her voice was very soft, and her slightly cold tone carried a hint of feminine charm.

Subtle yet explicit.

It makes people feel itchy.

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