I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 47 Past Mistakes

Perhaps because this senior student named Saionji usually has a high reputation or a serious personality, there were basically only Saionji giving instructions throughout the entire photo shoot.

As for the whispers of others, they were quite discreet.

So when this sudden sound appeared, almost everyone stopped what they were doing.

Because they could tell that the voice did not come from Saionji.

The white bird was startled and immediately stopped.

It quickly dawned on me that this wasn't Saionji-senpai's voice, so who would dare to give orders at this time?
Her gaze quickly shifted to the area, joining that of almost everyone around her, including Saionji.

Their gazes were drawn to a figure they had tried to ignore, but which was now difficult to miss.

Asagiri Rin stood there, her expression still cold, and her aura, which was even more intimidating than before, seemed to have intensified. It was as if she were the one who had uttered that word.

There was no awkwardness on her face; she simply stared intently at Tsukino Gen and Shiratori in front of the white cloth.

At this point, no one else spoke.

Only Saionji turned to look at her good friend with a strange smile.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem somewhere?"

Rin Asagiri isn't actually panicked right now. It's undeniable that her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably for a moment, as if a flame was rising in her chest, threatening to burn everything to ashes.

After that word was spoken, the flames gradually subsided.

She wasn't afraid of those eyes on her, so she ignored them and looked at Saionji.

“I know I can be a bit hurtful with my words, but I don’t think you’ll actually film this.”

What does this mean?

"Didn't you understand? Was it something I filmed poorly?"

"Is there a problem? I think it's fine."

There were some faint whispers around, but no one dared to be too obvious. Clearly, when the girl started speaking, their first reaction was to reflect on themselves.

Gen Tsukino found it somewhat amusing; it seemed many people were born to be enslaved, or perhaps society, this great cage, had already molded them into a suitable shape. When someone who met the criteria appeared, they became exceptionally obedient.

Saionji smiled as she looked at Asagiri Rin. "I don't see what's wrong. Is it due to the filming? Or something else?"

Asagiri Rin glanced at Saionji. She seemed to understand what was hidden in Saionji's eyes, but she didn't want to care about that now, because at this moment she remembered something very important.

What I thought I had forgotten, I actually still hold onto deeply. It's a secret I've never spoken aloud.

After a brief exchange of glances, she turned around and walked step by step toward the white cloth.

Without her saying a word, the people around her automatically parted to make way for her. It was like a queen's coronation, where no one dared to stand in her way—it was a bodily instinct.

At this moment, she was like a queen on high, knowing full well that what she was doing was strange and abnormal.

But he acted as if it were perfectly natural, even tilting his head back and looking coldly at people, giving off immense pressure.

The white bird was initially confused, and then it began to tremble.

Because when Asagiri Rin walked over, her gaze was fixed on him. Why did it seem like she was coming for him?

The things you worry about most are the things that are most likely to come true. Asagiri Rin stopped in front of Shiratori.

Shiratori was so frightened she couldn't speak. She felt she should say something, but found herself lacking the courage to argue or protest in front of this girl. It was as if this girl possessed an innate power of dominance; she didn't need to do anything, the difference between people was laid bare before her.

She finally spoke, despite her own unease.

"Move aside, I'll teach you how to take pictures."

"Move aside? What do you mean?" Shiratori was stunned for a moment, then reacted in disbelief, "You want to take a picture with Tsukino-kun?"

The voice grew softer and softer, and she even had the feeling that she had revealed the villain's secret and was about to be silenced.

The pleading look in their eyes instinctively drifted towards Saionji Temple, which was not far away.

However, Saionji did not show the same astonished and disbelieving expressions as the people around her; instead, it seemed as if everything was within her expectations.

She said softly, "You've worked hard, Shiratori. Go and rest for a while."

"Oh well"

Shiratori was disappointed because she didn't manage to touch the handsome young man's hand. But it was so scary! She'd better hurry up and leave; she'd already taken a few pictures and could get them back later—that was a huge win!
She left timidly.

At this moment, Asagiri Rin is facing Tsukino Gen.

The boy looked at her without saying a word, his eyes filled with amusement.

Asagiri Rin coldly turned her gaze away, then turned around and stood side by side with Tsukino Gen.

He whispered in a voice only they could hear, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m a perfectionist. So I’m here to teach them how to shoot.”

Genji Tsukino couldn't help but laugh out loud, and after holding it in for a while, he forced out a laugh.

"Okay, you're right."

What do you mean?
He still doesn't believe it, does he?

Saionji looked up at the stage. "You're going to be this model?"

Rin Asagiri didn't bother to answer the other person's question, but instead said to Gen Tsukino beside her, "Give me the umbrella."

"Using an umbrella indoors will stunt your growth." Tsukino Gen handed over the umbrella.

"Neuropathy."

Asagiri Rin took it and immediately felt the lingering warmth on the umbrella handle, as if it were his own palm.

Her eyes flickered involuntarily for a moment, then she raised the umbrella above her head. She then faced the camera directly, striking her signature pose.

A cold, indifferent gaze, an air of pride that seemed to regard no one as worthy of being looked at.

"shoot."

Simple words.

Saionji seemed to have seen something else.

"Tsukino-kun, go under the umbrella. Then put on your most natural smile. That's right, just like that!"

Asagiri Rin stared coldly at the camera, feeling the warmth of the boy beside her.

He slowly approached her, and she thought that, given the boy's unruly and fearless nature, he would touch her shoulder.

but.

It seemed like only the touch of clothing, the thin cuffs of short sleeves brushing against my shoulder. It was almost imperceptible, like a butterfly lightly landing on the water's surface.

The world seemed to quiet down as a result.

It seemed as if there really was a rainstorm, making the umbrella in her hand feel heavy.

It falls from the edge of the umbrella, from the outside, moistening the heart.

"Click." The lens focused, the lights flashed, and the shutter was pressed.

The rain stopped.

She turned her head and looked at Saionji.

"Okay?"

Saionji was looking at the photo repeatedly with his camera, sighing with emotion.

"It's so evocative! A cold girl, proudly holding up an umbrella. And a boy smiling warmly. They seem to be from completely different worlds, yet they're under the same umbrella. The atmosphere, ah, that's the atmosphere! You've been a huge help, Rin!"

"Snapped."

Asagiri Rin threw the umbrella down.

She took a step forward, and no one dared to block her way.

She didn't even glance at Saionji until she reached the door, at which point she turned to look at the boy who was slowly emerging from the white cloth.

"You're not leaving? You're staying for dinner?"

"Rin~ Do you want a copy of the photos when they're developed?"

"..."

Walk back to activity room 215 from the corridor.

Tsukino Gen didn't say anything the whole way, and the girl walking in front seemed to be thinking about something, but Tsukino Gen thought she might be processing something.

Tsukino Gen, who hadn't said much since joining the photography club, was enjoying this moment. How to put it... girls are like a book you can never finish reading, or rather, every time you open it, the contents are different.

Therefore, I do not have the right to be arrogant towards any girl. But life is indeed made more colorful by their existence.

He didn't know if the underlying color of youth was rosy, but it could be her jet-black hair and fair skin.

Enter the classroom.

Asagiri Rin sat down, as if nothing had happened.

Gen Tsukino didn't sit down, but picked up his schoolbag and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Today's activities were pretty good."

Asagiri Rin looked up at Tsukino Gen, "What did Saionji say to you when he left?"

Gen Tsukino thought for a moment, "It's nothing, they just asked if I wanted a photo."

Asagiri Rin seemed to remember something, and her expression turned somewhat unfriendly as she spoke.

"Don't think that just because she's always smiling, she's really a gentle and kind person. She's more complicated and strange than you think."

"Strange? Then why are you still friends with her?"

"Because she is the only person who has ever helped me."

help?

Gen Tsukino saw Rin Asagiri's profile. She wasn't looking at him, but tilting her head to look at her phone, her fingers not even touching the screen.

After moving away from the orphanage, what happened that led to Saionji's help, and how did she become the vengeful and wicked Asagiri-sama she is today?

He nodded. "I understand."

"What do you know?"

"I understand what you just said."

Gen Tsukino answered matter-of-factly, but Rin Asagiri seemed upset, as if she had something bottled up inside that she hadn't figured out.

She couldn't help but look at Tsukino Gen.

"Don't you dislike taking photos?"

Tsukino Gen looked at her strangely, "When did I ever say I didn't like taking pictures?"

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After saying that, Asagiri Rin's expression was very strange.

There seemed to be disbelief in her eyes, but it quickly turned into incomprehension.

Tsukino Gen hadn't left the activity room yet, but Asagiri Rin stood up first.

She looked at Gen Tsukino.

"I remember you told me we were even, right?"

Tsukino Gen had no idea why she suddenly brought this up.

But that's what he really felt, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

Asagiri Rin narrowed her eyes, and standing in front of Tsukino Gen, her emotions were almost overflowing from her eyes.

"No, you owe me."

After saying that, she immediately walked out of the activity room without even closing the door.

The wind that was originally blowing into the room has become a draft.

The wind blew across the boy's clothes.

He stood there, looking towards the empty corridor. The girl's footsteps were fading into the distance until they disappeared completely.

Gen Tsukino pondered for a moment, wondering what he owed her and when he had done so.
Are they tears or roses?

From beginning to end, wasn't it myself who kept my promise?
Asagiri Rin, who had never walked so fast before, stepped out of the teaching building and looked up to see the orange-red sunset.

Her expression remained unfriendly.

I took out my phone and saw a message from Saionji.

"The photos haven't been processed yet, do you want them?"

"want."

turn off the phone.

Walk towards the school gate.

She clenched her fists as she walked.

As she walked toward the door, her gaze was clouded and indifferent, as if the black tide were receding.

"You just owe me a photo together."

Outside the orphanage, the little girl being led away by her mother held back her tears and refrained from looking back.

But I didn't see the boy watching them go.

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The young lady's situation isn't complicated, so please be patient. There might be a twist, and I don't like being poisoned. Conflict is necessary, so please understand and be patient. She's not fully recovered yet; if she feels a little better, I'll add an extra chapter after midnight tonight as compensation.
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