I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 13 Who turned her into this?

"Falling from a building? How could that be so sudden? Should we go and visit Mr. Yamazaki?"

"I heard he's still in the ICU. We probably won't be able to see him even if we go."

"How sudden! Why would such an accident happen when we finally had such a handsome homeroom teacher? Life is truly unpredictable."

There was some commotion in the classroom, but most people just showed their dismay and shock on their faces.

Is this really related to them?

Kazama Sakura didn't know that, all she knew was that because of this unexpected event, she actually relaxed.

It felt like a heavy stone that had been pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe, had finally been lifted off my feet.

It's as if other people's misfortunes have become their own miracles.

This mentality may seem somewhat despicable, but Kazama Sakura felt no remorse whatsoever; she only felt that her prayers had truly been heard by the gods.
and many more.

Are they really gods?
The first class, which was taught by the grade leader, has ended.

"Hey, hey, Tsukino."

Gen Tsukino, who had lazily closed his book, turned around and was nudged in the back by a boy in the back seat.

The boy, whose appearance was fairly decent and whose face was red from a few pimples, was named Miura Akihiko.

He's a guy who has a pretty good relationship with Tsukino Gen.

He comes from a privileged family and is fairly well-behaved, but he's a bit unreliable and occasionally acts like a delusional teenager. Like many boys his age, he longs for a beautiful girl who falls from the sky and clicks with him, but such things are usually just fantasies.

"what happened?"

"Do you think that Yamazaki deserved it?"

"why?"

Seeing the other person lower their voice and wink at them, Tsukino Gen was curious about how they came to this conclusion.

My prejudice has its reasons, but perhaps I shouldn't think too perversely about the relationship between Miura Akihiko and Yamazaki Jihei.

Miura Akihiko snorted coldly, "He always dresses so flashy, combing his hair up and using hair oil. He's always hanging around in front of the girls in class. I think he has ulterior motives."

Tsukino Gen was somewhat surprised that this boy, who always seemed so carefree, possessed such keen observation skills.

He chuckled. "Maybe they're just trying to please themselves?"

"Pleasure himself? Humph, I heard that several girls in the class have his contact information, and he follows several pretty girls on social media. Isn't that just plain lecherous?"

"You know that too?"

"Don't underestimate my intelligence system, you bastard!"

Gen Tsukino blinked. To be honest, it was fine before when I couldn't understand Japanese, but now that I can understand it and hear the strong anime accent, I feel a little embarrassed.

Suddenly I really wanted to stand on the table and shout: I want to be human!

To ease his discomfort, Tsukino Gen said, "It would be so much better if you put this energy into studying."

Miura Akihiko:? ? ?
"I don't know why, but I suddenly really want to call you Dad."

"Oh? Because I'm very kind?"

"No, it's because you have a strong fatherly vibe, Tsukino Gen!"

"Beep, beep."

Just as Tsukino Gen was about to explain that he was just joking and didn't really want to be his godfather...

The slightly familiar footsteps hurriedly approached Tsukino Gen's side, and Tsukino Gen looked up to see that bright and beautiful face.

I'm quite moved by the nature of girls.

Even without looking at it from a sycophantic perspective, one has to admit that a girl like Kazama Sakura is a gift from the Creator.

Especially in early summer, her hair was styled in a lively way, and her fair arms, with their soft and slender lines, peeked out from under her short-sleeved shirt. And her long, shapely legs couldn't be completely hidden by her pleated skirt.

The fabric had a milky sheen and was tightly fitted together by black over-the-knee socks.

It's a wonderful thing that makes you want to taste it from top to bottom.

"Eh? Kazama-kun."

Whenever Akihiko Miura sees a beautiful girl like Sakura Kazama, he falls into his old habit of getting nervous, and it seems like he's about to break out in a sweat.

However, Kazama Sakura's attention didn't seem to be on Miura Akihiko at all, and she directly pulled Tsukino Gen up.

The boys were slightly taken aback, then Kazama Sakura pulled them away.

They left their seats and were dragged out of the classroom, as if it were a blatant elopement right under the noses of the world.

Akihiko Miura sat blankly in his seat, blinking his eyes.

"boom."

"Damn it! All handsome guys should die!"

The morning light in early summer is beautiful.

A dazzling luster seeps through the gaps in the leaves, and rays of light fall meter by meter onto the jet-black hair.

The reflected light made the girl's bouncing long hair look like rolling waves.

The girl, who was pulling Tsukino Gen along the way, seemed to care about the stares of those around her. She was already a very eye-catching person, and being with this handsome boy made her stand out even more.

It seems that vanity should be derived from the envious or jealous gazes of those around them.

But Sakura Kazama couldn't think about any of that right now; an emotion was welling up in her chest, an emotion that was eager to be released, like a blazing sun boiling over.

at last.

In the study room of Building One, where no one would come at this time, a place where incidents frequently occur in Japanese films, the girl let go of her hand and stopped walking.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breathing was noticeably labored.

A few fine beads of sweat appeared on the smooth, white neck inside the collar, I couldn't tell if they were full of salt or sugar.

The moment she let go, Sakura Kazama realized how she had gotten here.

But it seemed that Tsukino Gen didn't find it strange. The boy in front of her simply took the hand that she had been holding all the way and put it into his left pocket.

Then he still looked at her with that languid expression.

"Confessing your feelings like this? And in the study room no less. Haji Sakura, you're really bold."

"It's not a confession!"

Sakura Kazama's cheeks flushed red. She was actually thinking, what difference would it make whether she confessed or not?

You jerk, stop joking around like that all the time. Be serious and proactive!

But there was no way to say such things, and everyone knew that the boy's bad character was just like that, leaving no room for argument.

The problem is that I can't bring myself to genuinely hate it.

"What is that? It can't be that they're going to take me to study, can it?"

"What happened to Professor Yamazaki?"

Kazama Sakura watched the boy's expression, while Tsukino Gen's demeanor remained calm and unchanged.

"What happened? Didn't the grade leader just say that he fell from a building at home in an accident? Do you want to go visit him?"

"Who wants to visit that bastard! I mean, this has nothing to do with you!"

Sakura Kazama herself found it absurd to say those words.

The boy in front of her winked playfully at her, "Do you think I'm some kind of omnipotent god in Kazama-kun's eyes?"

"Yes, how could it concern you? I'm sorry, but this matter is just too unbelievable, and you happened to speak with him yesterday, which is probably why I had this illusion."

Yes.

Even if Yamazaki Jihei's last conversation before leaving school yesterday was with him, it's impossible for them to actually have any connection, right?

What kind of words could cause someone to unexpectedly fall from a building? It's a question that even superpowers can't explain.

As for what he said to himself last night: "It will get better" is probably just a coincidence.

The girl, who had just relaxed, let out a soft sigh.

Tsukino Gen looked at her with a smile, "What's so unbelievable about it? I've always believed in karma and retribution. Everyone gets what they deserve, so you guess you deserve it?"

Looking into his smiling eyes, Kazama Sakura finally understood.

The other party had long guessed the real reason why Yamazaki Jihei was targeting him.

So, did he contact me last night because he was worried that I might do something foolish?

The girl's heart softened instantly, and she nodded gently.

"Thank you."

"Why do you want to thank me?"

The boy asked curiously.

Kazama Sakura wore a gentle smile, like a rose that had survived a storm.

"Because last night Tsukino told me that everything would be alright tomorrow. And it really is alright."

Gen Tsukino smiled indifferently, "It's easy to say something comforting. You didn't have to pay any price. It's just because you believed things would get better that this happened."

"Because of myself?" The girl felt that this sentence had a deeper meaning.

But soon, the boy's flippant voice rang in his ears.

"I prefer what you said to what I said."

What did I say?

Looking at the boy who seemed to be getting closer to her, she had a dangerous premonition.

But humans are strange creatures. Even knowing there is danger, they still find it alluring and can't help but get closer and explore it further.

In the quiet study room, she could almost hear her own heartbeat.

And amidst her wildly pounding heart, Tsukino Gen whispered, "That line... You're willing to be my little dog."

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Instantly, Kazama Sakura's cheeks turned a vibrant red, like a bright red apple.

Even her ears and fair neck were flushed with an alluring pinkish hue.

My whole being seemed to be in a subtle state of evaporation.

Her beautiful, clear eyes were filled with a misty, watery haze.

Her reaction was exactly what Tsukino Gen had expected, but after looking at it several times, he still thought it looked really good and interesting.

It makes you want to tease them a little more.

So when Tsukino Gen reached out without warning, the girl didn't know whether she didn't have time to react or simply didn't think of dodging.

The boy gently patted the girl's head, seemingly stroking her soft hair.

But it looks more like petting a pet.

"Does it no longer count?"

he asked with a smile.

And Kazama Sakura felt that familiar sensation rising within her.

There was obvious shame, but also a faint excitement.

My body felt like it was about to tremble uncontrollably, but my legs were really starting to go weak.

Even the way she looked at the boy became timid, and his hands were as warm as a little sun.

Even this obviously self-deprecating smile left him bewildered.

In such a bizarre and inexplicable way.