I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 43 I don't want to know, I can't understand (Please vote with monthly tickets~)

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Tsukino Gen felt that his expression was enough for her to understand that if he didn't say it, it would remain a question mark.

The girl facing me was exquisite and beautiful, with an air of superiority.

Despite being so captivating, she coldly erected an invisible barrier.

It's like the female protagonist in a comic book is staring right at you, but the dimensional barrier prevents you from knowing anything about her.

It seems like she's the type who doesn't like being controlled, so she can always overturn all your previous expectations with just one sentence.

"Do you have any questions about that?"

Her bright face was one of provocation and aggression.

It seems that normal conversations between people don't exist with her; you either get defeated by her or captured by her.

"Any normal person would have questions, right? I'm joining a club, not the military. What does it mean to obey all your orders?"

She didn't offer to sit down, and Tsukino Gen, not being shy, simply pulled up a chair for himself.

Whether intentionally or accidentally, the chair legs scraped against the floor with a screeching sound, making her slightly furrowed brows even more noticeable.

"Because I founded this club, I decide what club activities to do and what to pay attention to when joining the club."

"But what you're saying sounds like you're picking out a pet dog."

Gen Tsukino speaks very directly.

It seems there's no need to be so polite to the other person, whether from the perspective of a past acquaintance or a current stranger.

The girl, whose fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on her phone, stared intently at Tsukino Gen.

"I don't like disobedient people."

"I didn't expect you to like it."

"There's no need to continue the conversation; the interview has failed."

"Goodbye."

Her face seemed devoid of any emotion, or perhaps it was hidden in the deepest recesses of her mind. Only the darkness in her eyes seemed even more intense.

He simply watched as Tsukino Gen calmly stood up in front of him.

Her voice turned cold.

Don't you want to know why this club is called the Wasteful Life Club?

Gen Tsukino glanced at her. "Anyway, you'll just say it's none of my business, so why ask?"

"Don't talk like you know me so well."

She leaned back in her chair, seemingly not intending to make any attempt to keep her, simply letting herself sink deeper into her softness.

Gen Tsukino stood still in front of the other person. The sunlight did not reach Rin Asagiri in the chair, but instead poured onto the tall, handsome boy.

He is like the opposite of all darkness.

It was so dazzling that even the darkest pupils couldn't look directly at it.

This was the quality that Asagiri Rin disliked most; she hated his always resolute and never confused demeanor.

He said with a smile, "I've always been a person who respects others, so I don't try to get to know anyone."

The girl's gaze fell on her phone, seemingly losing interest in everything and reverting to her indifferent state. Little did she realize that her elbow, resting on the armrest, had sunk even deeper and sharper.

Asagiri Rin did not answer, nor did she look up or exchange any glances, even as the other person walked away calmly until the sound of the door closing was heard.

She stared at her phone, seemingly just mindlessly browsing her self-view without paying attention to what was on it.

She put down her phone, somewhat annoyed.

Looking at the empty activity room, a situation she knew all too well, he had come and gone, leaving no change behind, nor any trace of familiarity.

"I don't know anyone. What about Kazama Sakura?"

Of course, no one will answer the questions now.

And that person showed no intention of coming back in.

She knew perfectly well that she had pushed him away herself, and it was unrealistic to expect the person she had pushed away to shamelessly turn back. Besides, he was definitely not that kind of person.

Let's leave it at that; it's better for everyone.

"boring."

Gen Tsukino, with one hand in his pocket, walked along the campus path, feeling the changing light.

The atmosphere seemed to have turned somewhat somber.

"It feels like it's going to rain again."

I don't really like rain. Aside from the fact that it makes me sleep comfortably, it seems like everything else is a terrible experience. But right now, Tsukino Gen has some other things to do.

"Seriously, you got four out of ten words wrong. Are you a human or a machine? Where's the circuit board?"

"These aren't the words you asked me to review yesterday, so it's normal to get them wrong."

"But we learned all of this in class. You think you're right to not pay attention in class?"

In the study room.

Kazama Sakura, who was engrossed in memorizing words, looked up with a pitiful expression. The boy sitting opposite her looked serious and earnest, and really did look like a little teacher.

No, a private tutor.

Ok?
If a handsome guy like Tsukino Gen became a tutor, wouldn't any girl be unable to resist? Girls these days are very bold, and it doesn't seem uncommon for them to use their bodies to seduce others if he were their tutor.
"What are you thinking about?"

Gen Tsukino noticed something was wrong with the girl opposite him.

Why did I blush while scolding myself? It's a little bit masochistic.

Those dreamy eyes are best described as having eyes that are bewitched by a ghost.

Sakura Kazama snapped out of her daze and immediately shook her head. "It's nothing."

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Tsukino Gen with curiosity.

"What did you do with Sakuraba-sensei at noon?"

"How did you know that I was with Sakuraba-sensei at that time?"

Gen Tsukino asked casually.

Kazama Sakura scoffed, "I just happened to see this after dinner. You two seem to have a good relationship."

Her words carried a clear probing tone, and although her eyes pretended to be nonchalant, the glances she couldn't help but give completely betrayed her.

"Maybe it's because I'm naturally attractive to women, I don't know why, it's so frustrating." "You're clearly smiling!"

Kazama Sakura couldn't help but mutter.

Leaning forward, the girl, who is already quite well-developed for her age, pressed her chest against the edge of the table, creating a beautiful, almost overly soft curve.

Gen Tsukino was indeed smiling.

He leaned forward slightly to meet the other person's eyes.

"I didn't do anything, she just insisted that I join some clubs, saying that only then would I have a complete high school life."

"Clubs? Oh right, I just remembered you haven't joined any clubs. Which one did you join?"

"There was a place called something like the Waste of Life Club, but I didn't pass the interview and didn't join."

"What a strange name," Kazama Sakura muttered. "The person who came up with this club name must be pretty weird too. But thinking about it, it actually suits you quite well."

Gen Tsukino's smile became even brighter.

The thought of what I was about to say made it even harder to control myself.

He nodded, his smile fading slightly, and he even sighed, feigning distress.

"That's right. Guess who founded it?"

"Who?"

"Asagiri Rin."

When Tsukino Gen finished saying the name.

The air seemed to fall silent for three seconds, as if it were a taboo name, and saying it would incur some strange curse.

Three seconds later, the girl's eyes widened.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the pen was pressed down on the book.

"You saw Asagiri?"

She seemed very incredulous.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "Is she some kind of yokai? Isn't it normal to see her?"

"No, of course not. It's just that you confessed to her in your first year of high school, didn't you? Wouldn't it be awkward to meet her then?"

No wonder he didn't pass the interview; it seems the rejection was genuine. That girl really doesn't like this boy.

But is there really anyone who doesn't like Tsukino Gen? She doubted it, but if that person was the equally strange, even fantastical Rin Asagiri, it would be understandable.

After all, a girl who is like a princess or even a queen would not be pursuing something as simple as appearance. Fortunately, she did not have the opportunity to get to know this boy better.

Just now, when that name was mentioned, Tsukino Gen smiled. Could it be that he still couldn't forget her? After all, she was such a special girl. Thinking of this, a strange sense of crisis welled up inside him. It was like the feeling of ordinary people risking their lives to protect a treasure that could be easily snatched away by the powerful and wealthy.

"I already said it wasn't a confession, so what's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Then why didn't you pass the interview? Did she reject you?"

Sakura Kazama felt her heart pounding wildly, and she didn't know why. Even though she already knew the outcome, the process seemed to be full of unsettling doubts.

Gen Tsukino looked thoughtful, then shook his head.

"Never mind, you probably don't want to know anyway."

Not again!

He knew perfectly well that the more he said it, the more curious people would become. But that's just how wicked he was.

It seems like he finds it fun to play with his own emotions, but he deserves it because his emotions are so easily manipulated. He could even easily manipulate him if he wanted to.
"Oh, just tell me! I want to know!"

The girl carefully crouched down, gripping the edge of the table with both hands, her head almost touching it, like a curious puppy begging its owner for a toy. Her eyes were wide and innocent, their watery shine combined with her bangs making her look adorable.

"I really can't do anything with you." Tsukino Gen seemed helpless, but it was precisely this helplessness that allowed Kazama Sakura to taste a bit of doting sweetness. Sensible girls always find their own sweetness.

"hey-hey."

She smiled.

Tsukino Gen said, "It was nothing, she just asked if I could follow all her orders if I joined. So I refused and didn't join."

"Order?!"

The moment this word appeared, it was as if a radar had detected suspicious enemy activity; Kazama Sakura's ears practically perked up.

It's starting to look more and more like a puppy.

However, Tsukino Gen was unaware that Kazama Sakura's mind was currently preoccupied with: Why is it an order?

Could it be that Asagiri Rin wants to tame him in the way Tsukino Gen tamed her?
If you're not right, you're not being tamed; you're perfectly free, okay?

I'm not a love-struck person. I would never blindly obey a guy I like, give him my all, or even sacrifice my life.

Dignity and personal integrity are things that one should protect in order to exist in this world.

How could I let it all go to a mere man?
She looked longingly at Tsukino Gen.

The boy leaned closer and asked softly.

"what happened?"

He was standing quite close; the distance between the desks in the study room had shrunk, and the blurred dividing line had long since disappeared.

His hand was also placed on the table; this slender, beautiful, work-of-art-like hand of the young man seemed to belong on his head.

Whether it's touching or stroking.

They were still pressing down hard.

all good.

She didn't know how to accurately express this desire, or even longing.

It seems that it's a bit difficult to talk about, or perhaps there's a lack of experience; they just see a door in front of them but haven't found the key to open it yet.

So it seems she can only resort to the most foolish, instinctive, and simplest method.

The glistening threads stretched between her lips and then broke.

It was a sound that made her heart race and her face flush, even though it wasn't the first time she'd heard it.

"Wang"

hiss.

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(End of this chapter)