Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino watched Haruhi quietly sob without saying a word.

He knew that this Stockholm Syndrome-like method of taming was really difficult to break free from.

As long as Sai holds a handle on Kasuga and decides to do so.

That poor spring will never see the light of day again.

He already knew what Sai would do in a while.

She would hang the idea of ​​liberation or freedom like a carrot in front of the spring sun, waiting until he was almost touching the dawn before delivering the final blow.

Fujino didn't say anything, but simply pushed a glass of water toward Haruhi.

He was already waiting for that crucial turning point.

"and then?"

Spring's sobs gradually subsided, and her tone of voice seemed to carry pink bubbles, becoming lively.

"Sai gave me a third mission..."

......

"What do you mean by telling me to confess to Nyaruko?"

Springtime changed back into her own clothes and walked by, pushing her bicycle, her expression one of utter astonishment.

"It means exactly what it says. Don't you like Sato-kun?"

Sai walked slowly with a lollipop in his mouth, speaking casually.

This made Chunri somewhat interested.

Yes, he likes Sato Nyako.

If you didn't really like it, who would do that kind of crazy gymnastics that involves lung damage?

He had some doubts, though: did someone like him, a scoundrel, really deserve to confess his feelings to Nyaruko?

Or is it that Sai would make this so simple?

He doesn't believe it.

As Kasuga predicted, Sai's story continues.

"But I have one request." She put her hands behind her back, almost skipped two steps with joy, came to Chunri in front of her, and tapped his head with her right index finger.

"I want you to wear her leotard as an undershirt. When you're on a date with her, or even when you're confessing your feelings."

Haruhi stared wide-eyed in disbelief and blurted out:

"Absolutely impossible."

Are you kidding me?

Isn't this like dancing on a knife's edge?

Springtime imagined that scene.

Standing in the sunlight, as he said to Sato Nyako, "I like you, please go out with me," his chest was pressed tightly against the slightly sour evidence of his stolen crime.

How...how could this be acceptable?

However, Nakamura Sai did not give Kasuga any more options, and her voice turned cold.

"Kasuga-kun, do you want everyone to know that you stole Nyaruko's clothes?"

She gently touched Chunri's face, her voice tender: "Besides, you're sure you'll be rejected. Just this once, if you do as I say, I won't blackmail you anymore."

Yes.

If you want to maintain a long-term relationship, you must keep this kind of secret that could destroy everything.

But if you confess your feelings with the expectation of rejection, it becomes much simpler.

Sai said that he could regain his freedom if he did it one more time.

He kept his head down, unconsciously pushing his bicycle.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll be rejected by Sato Nyaruko, so not only can I give an explanation for my unrequited love, but I can also regain my freedom.

He nodded: "I'll do it."

Upon hearing this, Nakamura Sai's face broke into that endearing, simple smile once again.

She took the half-melted lollipop out of her mouth and put it back into Haruhi's mouth.

"Yoshi yoshi~"

I hope to see you confess your feelings tomorrow!

......

After school, Kasuga called out to Sato.

Since they already had some interaction, the other party didn't find it strange.

After the crowd in the classroom dispersed, only the two of them remained.

And Nakamura Sai, who is outside the wall.

"Kasuga-kun, what is it that you want to tell me?"

Nyarko glanced at her phone.

It was getting late, and her parents would be calling to ask about her situation soon.

Shinya Kasuga looks so ready for battle...

Is he going to confess his feelings?

Do you want to accept it?

Her mind was racing.

Although I do have some feelings for him, I don't want to let my father down because of that...

She suddenly felt a little irritable.

On the one hand, it was because Haruhi had created such a difficult problem for herself, and on the other hand, it was because even now she was still thinking about her father's expectations.

She has been a good daughter for 16 years, always acting in accordance with her father's expectations.

She ranked first in exams, excelled in all sports, and spent her free time reading literature...

She didn't want to continue like this.

Like a pre-designed elite robot.

Nyarko wants to make her own decisions this time.

This series of thoughts actually only happened in a split second.

In springtime, every second feels like a year.

He was wearing the slightly sour gymnastics uniform close to his body, and the name "Sato Naako" printed on the chest made him feel slightly hot.

Sweat beads seeped through the fibers of his leotard, even soaking the back of his DK shirt.

I'm about to confess to the girl I've been dreaming of, but why is it turning out like this?!

He felt a little sad, and at this moment he actually hoped that the goddess would reject him quickly.

Springtime brings an urge to give up on oneself.

If that's the case, then what's there to hesitate about?

The sooner you say so, the sooner you can finish.

After being rejected, you can regain freedom and peace.

He cleared his throat and said to Nyaruko in a slightly flirtatious tone:

"Nyaruko-chan, I like you. Please go out with me."

He didn't bow and hand her the love letter like in the anime; he just leaned against the wall, turned his head away, and didn't dare to look at her.

In order to avoid being rejected, he even mustered all his courage and called out to the not-so-familiar Nyaruko-chan in that sleazy tone.

In Tokyo, there are clear unspoken rules governing these terms of address based on closeness or distance.

At least at this point, they were definitely not close enough to use the "name + sauce" combination.

The wind stirred the curtains.

But time seemed to stand still in the classroom.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute...

Springtime, his back felt damp and sticky as he leaned against the wall, and he felt a slight chill on his spine.

Didn't you hear me?

I can't possibly confess my feelings again...

Nyaruko couldn't possibly have missed it, especially since she was mentally prepared.

She was just a little surprised.

This was the first time she had seen spring like this.

He spoke with unwavering confidence, without the timid and hesitant demeanor he once displayed.

He finished speaking and didn't stare at me expectantly.

Instead, he leaned against the wall and turned his head to the side.

This lack of pressure made her feel at ease.

But she couldn't agree to his request.

My mother always said that if a man gets something too easily, he will never cherish it.

But she couldn't deny that she had just felt a slight flutter in her heart for spring.

Ring ring—

Nyaruko's phone rang, shattering the pink atmosphere.

She quickly answered the phone:

"Hi, I'll be home soon, Father."

"Hi, there's something else I need to tell you. I have plans to go out with some friends this weekend."

"Okay, I understand. I'll study hard and finish my homework before I go."

"See you later, Father."

She put down the phone, but a different kind of light shone in her eyes.

This was the first time she had lied to her father, and it turned out he couldn't even notice her awkwardness and the tremor in her voice.

She took Chunri's hand in one hand.

"Kasuga-kun, I can't agree to date you right now," she said, raising her chin slightly, trying to maintain the pride of a high-achieving student, but her tone carried a hint of shyness that she was trying to hide. "But if you can take me on a perfect date this weekend, I'll consider it."

Having said that, without waiting for Haruhi's reaction,

As if unable to bear her wildly beating heart, Nyaruko suddenly turned around and strode out of the classroom.

As he listened to her cheerful footsteps fading into the distance, Sai opened the door.

She watched from afar as Shinya Kasuga, who was leaning against the wall, slowly sat down on the ground.

"Hey, it seems Nyaruko agreed to go on a date with you?"

Her smile turned sinister:

"Then let's wear this leotard on our date too!"