I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 245 The Direction of Summer

The air conditioner is still blowing.

Even though temperatures have recently shown a good downward trend.

Even the wind blowing through the window can feel a bit cool if you open the window.

However, an inexplicable heat still filled the activity room.

I nestled on the sofa, holding a mango juice.

Looking at the silent phone and the silent doorway.

Rin Asagiri was still angry.

Her cold expression wasn't meant for anyone's viewing pleasure; she wasn't an actress. She knew her own emotions, and how to express them, whether to put on a show or not, was her own business. But she still felt somewhat dissatisfied.

They were dissatisfied that the boy could clearly sense everything, yet still took no action.

Of course, if we don't count the behavior in the hallway.

So what is it then?

Just like before, they joked and laughed, thinking that they could easily be hooked by some tricks, and just like before, they would forgive and forget.

Emotions are always the most important thing in relationships, and also the most difficult to control.

She doesn't deny that her emotions are not very stable, but that's part of her 'difficult' side. Or does realizing this side of herself give her a reason to give up easily?
I don't understand.

As for the last remaining match, she doesn't plan to watch it.

There's nothing to regret. He has plenty of people celebrating for him, plenty of people showering him with affection. His own existence isn't that important. His so-called status, family background, and seemingly noble position are probably insignificant in his eyes.

That kind of jerk only likes Cinderella-type girls.

She reached up and smoothed the strands of hair from her forehead.

I glanced at my phone, but there was still no response.

Suddenly, at this moment, it occurred to her.

Is it because she knows in her heart that his concern for her and all his previous closeness were not because of her status, wealth, or position? Is that why she feels so insecure?

That's why they show such great resentment when they are occasionally neglected.

No matter how you look at it, it at least proves one fact: my emotions are now really affected by his actions.

This doesn't seem like me.

But it is precisely who I am now.

It seems that without anyone else's interference, he has walked into his own predicament.

This is terrible, Rin Asagiri.

You've actually become that kind of girl, the kind you despise the most. A girl who gets depressed or emotionally unstable because of a man.

She put down her phone, determined not to look at it again until everything was over, no matter who sent what kind of message.

Even him.

They also proudly refused to reply to a single message.

Then
I looked out the window, where the curtains weren't drawn, and saw the world bathed in brilliant sunlight.

What should I do now?

I turned on the speakers in activity room 215 and adjusted them to the most comfortable volume.

Then she played a song from her playlist. Huh? She still turned on her phone. But this wasn't really watching; it was a necessary use, like how she needed to know the time at all times. With phones, clocks have become obsolete in many places.

So there's nothing we can do about it.

Um.
"He hasn't messaged me yet."

Long, slender fingers tapped lightly.

One Last Kiss.

I've had the chance, but I haven't been to the Louvre yet.

When you hear this song, who do you imagine standing in an exhibition with, looking at so-called art and feeling so-called humanistic atmosphere?
She didn't want the crystal chandelier to reflect his face.

"Hotel California" is too old.

It seems I'm not old enough to appreciate these things yet. Why did I save them to my phone in the first place? Did I think it would show off my musical taste? What a pointless thing to do. I might as well just delete them from my playlist.

Then select.

select.

Actually, it was just a continuous process of deleting, deleting, and deleting.

It turns out that hearing a song that doesn't resonate with you when you're in a bad mood is such a terrible feeling—to the point where you want to erase the song from the world.

What exactly is trending in neon pop now? Whether it's heart-wrenching vocals or flashy arrangements, what are these songs that seem full of emotion but sound like the howling of a mad dog?
Lots of trash.

"Play this song."

paparazzi.

Why are paparazzi translations so adorable? It's as if reading them makes you more endearing, and your face doesn't seem so repulsive anymore.

A familiar melody began to play.

She also wondered, if she lost all her glamour and all the things that made her feel superior, would he still surround her like a paparazzi and treat her as a so-called superstar?
The painful thing is that she actually thinks it's very possible.

What seems like a low-probability event to the public is actually what he is most capable of doing; he is as stable as an unmoving mountain.

Emotionally stable people are like those who can indulge in all their whims.

That's just too permissive.

There's still no news.

She glanced at her phone screen again, then simply turned off the music, sank into the sofa, and closed her eyes slightly.

The emotional torment is even more exhausting, especially on an afternoon when one is already feeling drowsy.

She didn't want to suffer anymore.

Perhaps it's best to fall asleep while holding yourself.

"Om-"

I haven't had time to dream, or rather, I'm so exhausted that I don't even have the energy to dream.

My phone vibrated; there was no doubt that someone had sent me a message.

She took a look.

It turned out to be news about Saionji Karen.

"She still dares to message me?"

It's unbelievable just to think about it.

I'm starting to hate this woman more and more lately. No, I'm just being too petty. I can't help but hate whoever gets close to her.

However, she still turned on her phone and found that Saionji Karen had sent her a link.

"website?"

Click in.

It turns out to be a newly released video on self.

She initially thought this woman was incredibly boring and audacious, sending her a video at a time like this. But when she opened the video, she saw a familiar environment.

It appears to be the school's gymnasium, namely the Shōri Private High School.

The camera angle was slightly shaky, and there seemed to be a lot of noise, but when the microphone started playing, the surrounding noise naturally subsided. "Congratulations to Team White for winning the basketball championship at this sports festival!"

White Team.

The team that Tsukino Gen belongs to.

The girl frowned even more deeply.

The camera seemed to be searching for something, and after a slight shake, it locked onto the figure.

Unlike the other boys who were covered in sweat, he was exceptionally clean-cut, as if he wasn't there to play basketball but to take photos.

Wearing a basketball uniform, he looked almost exactly like I had imagined.

Handsome, refreshing, and full of healthy energy.

He wasn't lazy at all; he was like the embodiment of sunshine. It seemed he could provide all plants with the energy for photosynthesis.

Why is he wearing a T-shirt over his basketball jersey?
This T-shirt looks familiar.

She narrowed her eyes.

Then the award presenter, holding a microphone, came over to the boy and said with a smile.

"Tsukino-kun, you won the MVP award this time. We also know that you participated in several events and won the championship in all of them. I've been wanting to interview you for a while, so I'd like to ask you, why did you participate in so many events? And what made you win these championships? What's the first thing you want to say now?"

He posed three questions in one go.

It was as if they were worried that the boy would find an excuse to slip away immediately.

But this time, it seems that Tsukino Gen is ready.

He took the microphone, glanced at the audience, seemingly unaware of the camera. Asagiri Rin couldn't tell whether the boy was going to tell the truth or just cause trouble.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

I'll participate in his competition.

It's not like I'm participating for my own sake.

Participating in so many competitions only attracted more women to him, without bringing him any benefit whatsoever.

What does this have to do with me?

And then...

"I only have one thing to say here: please hold the microphone for me."

"Huh? Wait a minute, what are you doing, Tsukino-san!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The video suddenly went into chaos, with what sounded like incredulous screams from the audience, just like when you were at your idol's concert and suddenly saw your idol announce some earth-shattering news in public.

Even the camera lens is shaking! Is this woman really that agitated?! Is it her boyfriend who's making her tremble?!

Despite the swaying, Asagiri Rin was still able to see clearly.

The boy took off his basketball jersey in front of everyone.

It revealed the familiar T-shirt underneath.

How can I not be familiar with you?
Because it was a 'team uniform' that I specifically asked Morita Kaoru to have made. It was just to tease the boy, and I had no intention of him actually wearing it!
And right now, he's wearing it.

It was written there.

I love Rin Asagiri—and Sakura Kazama.

"."

It happened almost in a flash.

The girl's cheeks were visibly warming up and turning red rapidly.

"That's it."

"Aaaaaaah! He confessed! Tsukino-kun confessed!"

"Huh? But why are there two people?!"

"boom!!"

Rin Asagiri slammed her phone onto the table.

Her cheeks were burning hot; she had never imagined this would be so shameful.

She didn't even have time to realize that there was another girl's name after her own.

"This idiot!"

"Neuropathy!"

"asshole!"

"Crazy."

"I'm going crazy!!"

She desperately wanted to grab her hair and scream right there in this classroom right now.

But she was also afraid of attracting other people who would see her as Rin Asagiri and ask her, "Are you the Rin Asagiri that Tsukino Gen confessed to?"

Why should I be shy?
I wasn't even there!

She was clearly the elegant young lady Asagiri who could ignore all gossip and rumors.
Ming
It's smoking.

Her head was practically steaming.

She really wanted to ask why there was another name after her own, but realized that it didn't seem to be the point.

The important thing is, why is he actually wearing it?!
Moreover, writing both names there is tantamount to announcing it to the whole world. Isn't that childish, immature, and self-destructive?
Doesn't he care what others think of him or what they say about him?
Also, what would my mother say if she saw this?
and also
Overwhelmed by too many concerns, as if she couldn't process them all, she slumped into the soft chair.

My cheeks are still getting warm.

But there's no way to fix it.

She suddenly felt as if this was a chaotic scene of impending doom.

The usually rational teenager did the most irrational thing.

Does she think that this will please her?

If you only have one name, maybe.

But how can you please people like that!
That's downright provocative!

"But I just can't get angry!"

She grabbed her hair in distress.

next moment.

"Crench."

The door was pulled open with a click.