Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

If that's all there is to it,

Fujino could only understand that Kasuga had visited Sato's gymnastics uniform.

He was still completely clueless about whether it was his ex-girlfriend or his current girlfriend.

But soon, springtime continued the narrative.

This past didn't interest Fujino at all.

It's still the same old campus story.

Using her connections in the student council, Sato Nyako severely punished the delinquents who bullied Kasuga.

She even promoted numerous regulations regarding school bullying.

But what happened next?

Spring's predictions were correct.

Sato is the kind of bright and upright girl who simply stood up for what was right.

I didn't have much affection for spring.

If other classmates had encountered the same thing, she would still have stood up for them.

The only difference was that they became slightly more familiar with each other while dealing with Haruhi's affairs.

Of course, that's all.

For someone like Nyako Sato, who is as radiant as the sun, this was merely an insignificant act of kindness in her life; but for someone like Kasuga, who is "a maggot in the sewer," this was his only intersection with the divine.

Fujino pursed his lips.

This is the cruelest scene imaginable.

When the gods pass by, the believers go mad.

But when the tide goes out and the truth about who was swimming naked is revealed, it is often hard to accept.

At least, springtime is unacceptable.

Sato continues her sunny and positive life.

After the matter was resolved, Haruhi continued to stay in the classroom as his shadow.

Yes, no one dares to bully him anymore.

Similarly, no one will get close to him because of this.

Even Sato no longer consults with him about plans or inquires about the situation as he did before.

The conversation ended there.

Fujino saw Haruhi's lips turning increasingly purple and blue, and he held his head and said:

"Fujino-san, am I a disgusting person? Sato-san was clearly helping me, but I... I defiled her clothes."

It was actually fine; I only smelled it.

That's what Fujino thought, and that's what he said.

He had even seen patients using goddesses' clothes for handjobs; even someone like Xiao Chunan, like Chunri, was considered innocent.

But he knew even more that the turning point was coming.

What exactly made him like this?

Unexpectedly...

No turning point?

One afternoon in spring, she took the gymnastics uniform from Sato's wardrobe. It was sweaty and smelled of salt and lavender.

"You know what? When I inhaled, I felt like I was hugging Sato-san. The fragrance that only lingered around her, and the smell of her sweat, felt so real..."

"Before that, I hadn't spoken to Sato-kun for half a month. I was suffering so much! I couldn't stand living like this!"

Although it was ridiculous, Fujino had to admit that he saw a sharp edge in Haruhi's eyes for the first time...

"I stuffed this gym uniform with Sato's name on it into my schoolbag and took it home. I want to keep her scent with me!"

what......

Isn't this just a story about a weird high school student that you can find anywhere?

At this point, Fujino only needed to tell Kasuga to relax, explain the situation to the police, and try to get Sato's forgiveness.

Most of the mental stress comes from the evildoer bearing secrets alone and being constantly tormented by their inner turmoil.

It's good to talk it out.

Although this is a terrible thing, it is not a crime after all.

As long as the police inspector arranges for the two to meet and handle the matter privately, it's not a big deal.

Anyway, they only have a few months left before graduation, so it's fine if they never see each other again in this life.

But he didn't want to say it that way.

He saw the lingering fear in his classmate, Haruhi.

"What are you afraid of, Kasuga-kun? Since we've already come this far, let's continue."

He gently patted Shinya Kasuga's shoulder: "Isn't it even more painful to say only half the story?"

Chunri hesitated for a moment, then nodded and continued to explain the situation.

That's perfectly reasonable.

Sato immediately noticed that his gymnastics uniform was missing and hurriedly reported it to the teacher.

This goddess's clothes were stolen by a perverted classmate?!

Even the teachers were cracking down hard, questioning each of the delinquents in the class, followed by those classmates who had interacted with Sato.

Whether it was in the past or on the day the clothes were lost.

Looking at the open schoolbags, Chunri felt her blood run cold.

The cold sweat on his back soaked his school uniform shirt.

Only he knew that, in order to prevent his parents from finding out that he kept it at home, he only dared to carry Sato's gymnastics uniform with him at all times.

at this time!

now!

The gymnastics uniform that had become the focus of everyone's attention lay quietly in Chunri's schoolbag.

The sweat had long since crystallized, forming white salt grains on the surface.

Last night, Chunri was still marveling at how delicious these things were, but now, this is the curse that haunts her.

It's over, it's over!

Isn't being a back corner enough?

Do they still want to die at school?

And then be hung on the pillar of shame?

This!

I'd rather die in that alley and be beaten to death by those thugs!

However, after searching the backpacks of the delinquents, no one paid him any attention.

His indifferent state took effect at this moment.

Just like usual, the teacher seemed to have forgotten that Haruhi even existed in the class.

Even Sato only glanced at him before turning his attention back to the suspects.

Hehehe......

Don't you even think of him when you're searching for lost items?

Is he even human?!

Isn't he even qualified to be a criminal?

A sudden impulse arose in him that springtime; he wanted to stand up, take out the leotard, and wave it around. He wanted to tell everyone that he had not only smelled the leotard but had even licked it, and that its scent intoxicated him.

However, the horrific consequences eventually awakened his last shred of reason.

He pursed his lips and abandoned this crazy act of self-destruction.

He huddled in the corner seat, trying his best to minimize his presence.

Just like he always does.

No one noticed his incongruity, and he disappeared again.

Psychology is hidden.

He was indeed sitting in his seat, but nobody paid any attention to him.

Chunri gave a bitter laugh; thankfully, this was what he truly longed for at that moment.

He didn't want anyone to notice him either.

Fujino frowned, remaining silent and waiting for what was to come.

He sensed Chunri's desire to self-destruct, yet his reluctance to do so.

The fact that he is sitting here peacefully at the moment also indicates that he was not caught on the spot.

So, what exactly happened next?

He rested his chin on one hand and twirled a pen in the other, ready to write it down in his notebook as the other person continued.

The expression that Fujino had been wondering about finally appeared on Haruhi's face.

His lips moved, and his pupils contracted.

Fujino stopped spinning the pen in his fingertips; he was ready to write.

"I... Fujino-san... I left the school safely! I never thought I could leave the school safely!"

Haruhi spoke haltingly, and his sentences became increasingly difficult to decipher, requiring Fujino to repeat them to confirm their meaning.

"I...I rode my bicycle for a while and then pushed it home, just like I always do."

"I thought it was all over... I really didn't expect this..."

Chunri suddenly clutched her head, her voice trembling with sobs.

"That woman, a classmate of mine, suddenly sat down in the seat behind me."

"She said...she said..."

Springtime gasped for breath, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Sai Nakamura, she said..."

"Kasuga-kun...you don't want others to know you stole Sato's gym uniform, do you...?"

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