I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

What happened in Chapter 66?
Strolling along the streets that are neither familiar nor unfamiliar.

Gen Tsukino walked slowly, not in a hurry to go home.

I can almost still feel the softness and tenderness of the girl's lips.

How can I describe the feeling of that moment? It's as if I'm lacking all the words and imagination. It's like how even the greatest scientist of an era couldn't create a product that didn't belong to that time.

But at least we now know that it exists and that we want to achieve it.

Was this one of the few times he acted impulsively? Perhaps, but Tsukino Gen wouldn't deliberately suppress his impulses. True freedom isn't about endurance and self-control, or convincing yourself to relax. It's about being able to do what you want to do.

If you want to do something right now, do it immediately.

He just wanted to kiss her. Call him a jerk or a pervert, he just wanted to. Looking at Asagiri Rin, with that stark contrast that made her irresistibly charming, who could resist?

The things she babbled out drunkenly were no longer important.

The past is indeed important, but it is not the most important thing.

He moved through the darkness, clear-headed, clearer than ever before. Suddenly, he had another impulse.

When will I be able to get properly drunk without using any techniques?

Perhaps such an opportunity will come.

Having finished washing up, Kazama Sakura lay down at her aunt's house and looked at her phone screen.

Inside was a message from Tsukino Genko replying to him.

"I'm home, but I haven't gone to sleep yet."

Why didn't you message me when you got home?

She asked impatiently.

To be honest, Tsukino Gen and Asagiri Rin going home together did make her uneasy. Perhaps it was because that girl was just too charming; frankly, if she were a boy, she wouldn't be able to resist getting closer to her either.

No matter how rude she is or how spoiled she acts.

Even during the time that Tsukino Gen didn't send any messages, she could imagine many scenes. The seemingly wicked and direct young lady was actually quite cunning and scheming.

The boy replied quickly.

"So you mean I should proactively report to you now?"

The phone screen illuminated her slightly pouting, disgruntled lips.

"Humph."

"Okay, I'll remember to tell you next time."

So her pouting lips melted away, naturally transforming into a smile full of slyness.

"You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

"I know, I know."

Sakura Kazama still had many questions to ask.

For example, ask them what they talked about and did in the car afterwards.

I want to ask what that confession that others have been talking about is all about. He seems to have told me that it wasn't a confession, but what was it then?

It's amazing that Tsukino Gen, who seems so rational and sensible, took the initiative to find Asagiri Rin when they didn't even know each other in their first year of high school.
However, Kazama Sakura quickly abandoned the idea.

She didn't want to disrupt the beautiful moments they were enjoying; she didn't want to push him away with her own willfulness, selfishness, or petty emotions.

He will speak when he is ready.

So she tapped on her phone screen.

"It's getting late, so let's get some rest. See you at school tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Good night."

"Clap."

He reached out and turned off the light.

So that the girl in the car could rest better.

Morita Kaoru rarely saw Asagiri Rin so drunk, so dazed and seemingly unresponsive. Clearly, this wasn't a good outcome, as he was likely to be blamed by his wife for not taking good care of Asagiri Rin.

How could a high school girl get so drunk?
However, what's done is done, and it seems there's no way to undo it.

What bothered Morita Kaoru the most was the scene she hadn't dared to look at just now, and one she desperately wanted to forget.

If I'm not mistaken, the boy cupped Asagiri Rin's face and pressed it against his.

Just after Asagiri Rin whispered a few words.

She didn't know what the two were talking about, nor did she know how Tsukino Gen had the audacity to be in such an ambiguous relationship with a pretty girl, practically dating her, yet then kiss another beautiful girl after a night of drinking.

Of course, his face deserves this kind of talent.

But this girl is Asagiri Rin, isn't he afraid of the consequences?

It's important to understand that the Asagiri family is no ordinary aristocratic clan; their requirements for descendants, or even heirs, are extremely strict. Almost everyone who appears in her life, the moment they get close, their information is quickly posted on someone's desk, not even the next day.

Gen Tsukino is no exception; perhaps it has been on the table for a long time.

She didn't know their story, nor did she know how things seemed to be developing so quickly, since from Morita Kaoru's perspective, they had only known each other for a few days.
Or is it that I've overlooked something from even further back in time?
do not know.

But should we talk about this?

Hesitantly, he took the girl home, to that magnificent yet cold mansion.

As she picked up the girl and tried to carry her into the bedroom without disturbing anyone, she opened the door.

But what I saw was a mature face that was bright and gentle, yet whose eyes made my heart skip a beat.

Her voice trembled involuntarily.

"lady."

"Is Xiaolin drunk?"

Her voice was very pleasant, but there was no emotion in it.

Kaoru Morita answered with a forced smile, "Yes, she had a little to drink."

"Who were you drinking with?"

The woman asked, "...A boy named Tsukino Gen is your classmate, but not in the same class. They're in the same club now."

"Tsukino Gen?"

"Yes."

"Help her change her clothes and get her to bed."

".I see."

Kaoru Morita let out a long sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was also somewhat surprised.

That's it? You only asked for my name, not the process, not the details, and you just let it go like that? You didn't even blame yourself for your negligence?

She couldn't believe it, but she could only remain oblivious.

The woman returned to her own room.

She opened the cabinet under the bookshelf and took a file from the top of the first drawer.

The file was very short, just one page. It seems that no one's life should have such a simple resume.

However, apart from the name 'Tsukino Gen', there is very little else on this resume.

She looked at the name over and over again.

I looked out the window at the moon.

The moonlight shone on her beautiful, fair face, making it difficult to tell who accentuated whom.

"Tsukino Gen".

"Is it a lingering ghost, or is it destiny?"

……

"woo"

The girl, waking up in the morning, rubbed her messy hair.

She opened her eyes, somewhat confused.

Did I drink myself into oblivion?

She had no memory of the journey back, nor of who changed her clothes or covered her with a blanket, but with Morita Kaoru around, she didn't have to worry about anything unexpected.

A life without surprises seems to be a kind of tragedy.

She tried hard to recall everything that happened before she got drunk yesterday.

"He shouldn't have such a low alcohol tolerance. Is he just not feeling well? This is so annoying, he's definitely going to laugh at me."

The subsequent loss of consciousness does not necessarily mean a complete amnesia.

What did this feeling resemble? It was like getting on a bus and having someone sing a lullaby or give you a sleeping pill to help you sleep peacefully. Even after waking up, she didn't have a headache or any hangover symptoms.

Even his mental state has recovered very well.

"Let me think... I don't think I said anything strange while I was drunk, right? I don't think so. I still remember him helping me into the car, and I didn't say much, hmm."

"Then he asked Morita to take me home, and he went home himself. Then I wanted to say something, so I called out to him? What did I say again?"

The more I think about it...

The memory seems to be getting clearer.

"Why did I whisper everything?! No, no, don't be nervous, those things aren't important. I was just drunk, it's normal to say anything. And then I fell asleep in the car, right? No, there's more!"

Suddenly, I seemed to recall that unique taste.

And there are clear, close-up photos of faces.

and also.

"Woo!"

Asagiri Rin blushed and covered her lips.

She couldn't believe it, yet the memory became clearer and clearer.

He kissed himself.

That's right, he cupped his face and kissed himself!

How could he kiss me? Wasn't he supposed to be so disdainful and indifferent towards me? How could he be so bold?!

Her mind was blank; no matter how bright the sunlight outside the window was, it couldn't brighten the blankness in her mind at this moment.

It was like his teammate's four unexpected flashbangs all landed squarely in his face.

She sat there blankly for a long time. Since it had already happened, instead of letting her imagination run wild, she decided to ask the other party directly.

Anyway, it was his doing, he did it on his own initiative, so he has the right to ask questions!

So she opened the Self platform, then after thinking about it, she decided to send a text message directly.

[You bastard, what did you do to me yesterday while I was drunk?!]

Yes, they were self-righteous, furious, and unwilling, fully demonstrating their attitude.

Do you think you're Kazama Sakura? In a game, you'd be a big boss, so you can just kiss her whenever you want?
Who agrees?!

It's like I can't feel the tension in my expression as I stare at my phone screen at all.

Tsukino Gen replied to the message very quickly.

A very simple sentence.

[What did you say? I also drank too much yesterday. What happened?]

"Snapped!"

The phone was smashed against the wall.

"grass!"

……

(End of this chapter)