Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

But legends are just fictional stories passed down through generations. As long as the story is bizarre enough, exaggerated enough, and dramatic enough, many people will believe it.

He plans to extract fragments from one or two articles, combine them with the story's plot to create a plot twist, and stitch the story together, with a beginning and an end.

Some of the details are exaggerated a bit, making it a completely unheard-of legend.

Many people in the literature department will likely submit their work, so it's unlikely that my piece, which is hardly worthy of serious consideration, will be selected.

I closed the Nihon Shoki (Chronicles of Japan) that I had used as source material, and shut my laptop.

Kai Uesugi sat by the window in the library, picked up his steaming coffee, and quietly watched the rustling ginkgo leaves in front of him.

All he can think about now is moving to an apartment and sharing a room with Xiaohuahuo.

Kai Uesugi was starting to miss her again.

"After two days, you should have calmed down by now, right?"

The moment the thought popped into her head, Uesugi Kai packed up the books and backpack on the table, walked out of the Western-style central library, and prepared to take a tram to find her.

###Requesting one day off###

I'm out of ideas. Logically speaking... the chapter from a few days ago should be considered the end.

After all, the character arcs and romances in "Fireworks" have been fully explored, so any further writing would only cover the career aspects.

But when it came time to actually type out the word "finish," I was still very reluctant.

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Why did A-Zhao suddenly start crying?

Seeing Hanabi in a white dress standing under the cherry blossom tree, looking up, suddenly reminded him of a similar scene from more than ten years ago.

Back then, the fireworks were still small, and even if you stood on tiptoe, you couldn't touch the petals, but the back view of looking up at the cherry blossoms was equally ethereal and beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, fourteen years have passed, and she has been by my side for fourteen years.

Every bit of care and every moment we experienced still feels like yesterday.

His tears were a testament to his reluctance to part with her and the past.

—This is from Akai's perspective.

......

When A-Zhao saw her standing under the cherry blossoms, he hurriedly bypassed the crowd and called out one last time to that figure, the word "Fireworks" that he had called out countless times, and that was when the story ended.

And so, Hanamaru Hanabi, the girl in the white dress under the cherry blossom tree, was forever frozen in this moment.

The girl's back view, gazing up at the fluttering petals, remains beautiful.

But her smile, her voice, her cuteness, her care, her gentleness—none of them will ever appear again.

A lovely girl suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Typing this character is really difficult.

So, I wrote about A-Zhao's tears, not about myself.

After all, he really liked her.

Let's hang in there a little longer... even though hardly anyone's watching anymore...

###Chapter 245 The Target in the Cake Shop###

Above the floating clouds, the brilliant sunlight dazzled my eyes.

Hundreds of cherry trees clustered together flashed past the tram window, their cherry blossoms a delightful sight.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Uesugi Kai lowered her head to avoid the glaring light that flickered constantly due to the rapid movement of the train.

He glanced at the address Hana-maru Hanabi had sent him on his phone, tapped the screen, and replied to her message.

Are you moving today?

the other side,

Inside the cake shop, where the aroma of milk filled the air, Hanabi Hanamoto picked up a glowing phone from the table.

Kitagawa Sakakisa, who was just chatting with her, peeked out, trying to spy on the screen:

"Hanabi-chan, who is that?"

"Kai-kun".

"Uesugi is coming over?" Kitagawa Sakakisa looked away, picked up a strawberry from the cake with a fork, and stared at the grass seeds on top. "It's only just past noon, and he doesn't have any classes this afternoon?"

Across from the solid wood table, Kyushu Rika stirred her coffee with a spoon and replied, "It seems like first- and second-year students at Tokyo University have a pretty relaxed schedule; they don't have any problem not going to class."

"You can skip class?! Is Tokyo University that great?"

Kitagawa Sakakisa was a little envious, muttering, "I should have gone to study there... Classes here take so long, and it's especially tiring~"

Rika Kuju said irritably, "With your grades, it was only with the help of a few of us in your third year that you barely managed to get into the University of Tokyo. How could you possibly have gotten in?"

"Hmph!" Kitagawa Sakakisa took a bite of the strawberry, crossed her arms, and turned her face away. "Rika, don't look down on me. I got into art school through my own hard work!"

“It’s not that I’m looking down on you, it’s just the truth.”

Kitagawa Sakakisa had no desire to listen to Kyuuji Rika's lectures; she hadn't changed since she was a child!

She glanced furtively at Hanabi's phone screen beside her and saw their chat history, immediately becoming puzzled:

"Hanabi-chan, did Uesugi-kun make you angry?"

Hanabi Hanamaru quickly put away her phone: "Huh? No, no, it's just that Kai-kun wants me to move in with him."

Kitagawa Sakakisa found her reaction a bit strange, looking her face from left to right: "Since the day before yesterday, Hanabi-chan has often been spacing out, her face will suddenly turn very red, and then she will purse her lips, looking very nervous, especially since her hands will be tucked between her thighs."

"Absolutely not at all." Hanabi Hanamaru shook her head frantically, her soft short hair swaying from side to side.

"is it?"

Seeing her like this, and considering the information from their earlier conversation, Kitagawa Sakakisa became even more convinced that she was definitely hiding something.

As Hanabi's friend, she didn't want to ask too many questions.

But I'm just really curious!

Kitagawa Sakakisa kept poking at the cake with her fork, occasionally puffing out her cheeks to glance at the fireworks, her mind constantly repeating, "So curious."

Not long after.

Kai Uesugi walked into a cake shop with warm lighting and the aroma of cream cheese filling the air.

A table, chairs on either side, and outside the transparent glass window with the shop's logo, pedestrians walk on the street.

Rika Kujo gave up her seat so that Kai Uesugi could sit right across from Hanabi.

"Are the three of you out together today?" he asked.

On weekdays, the four of them usually go out for afternoon tea.

Kitagawa Sakakisa: "Rie-chan's sketching skills aren't up to par, so she's working hard at the art studio right now!"

"Yeah."

Kai Uesugi's understanding of her drawing was still limited to a Doraemon drawing that looked like a Martian alien.

"Uesugi, did you make Hanabi-chan angry?" Kitagawa Sakakisa asked curiously, her hand holding the fork resting on the table.

Hanabi Hanamaru, who was standing next to her, quickly said, "No."

Kai Uesugi: "You could say that."

Kitagawa Sakakisa's gaze darted back and forth between the two of them before she asked, "So, do you mean yes or no?"

While eating cake, Rika glanced at them silently, thinking that Hanabi had indeed rarely contacted Uesugi these past two days, which was very suspicious.

In the past, Hanabi would proactively send him messages in the morning, noon, and evening to ask what he was doing, what delicious food he came across while shopping, and she would make a point of bringing him some next time they met.

Everyone knows about their relationship.

Rika Kyuu felt that Kai Uesugi must have come to apologize at this time.

"Excuse me for interrupting, please enjoy your meal." The waiter in the cake shop placed a plate of tiramisu cake in front of Uesugi Kai, put down a cappuccino, and then left after saying goodbye.

Kai Uesugi remembered that she hadn't ordered a cake. "The University of Tokyo is having a May Festival this Saturday and Sunday. Would you like to come and visit?"

It was called a visit, but it was really just for fun.

Kitagawa Sakakisa was really into this, and said happily, "Great! We'll definitely go. Uesugi, are you on the show?"

“No,” Uesugi Kai replied.

"No? Then what will you be doing at the May Festival?"

"I wrote an article that would never be published, and then I sold takoyaki with my classmates."

Kitagawa Sakakisa asked curiously, "Can you make takoyaki?"

"will not."

"You still sell takoyaki if you don't know how?"

"I'll be in charge of selling them; some of the girls in my class know how to do it."

Hanabi Hanamaru suddenly interjected, "Kai-kun can play the guitar, and Hanabi thinks he could perform a song."

Kitagawa Sakakisa chimed in, "Hmm... Uesugi's playing does seem pretty good."

Upon hearing this, Kyuu Rika suddenly became interested and suggested, "How about we perform a song together at the May Festival?"

“Hey, but that’s Tokyo University’s May Festival, we’re just spectators.” The strawberry cake in front of Kitagawa Sakakisa had turned into a cake with many holes in it.

When Hanabi Hanamaru heard Rika say that, she also missed the high school festival. Back then, everyone worked hard and made progress together, enjoying ordinary yet happy daily lives.

"I think Pear Sauce's suggestion is great."

Rika gently gathered her hair, her elegant young lady face exuding a subtle confidence. "Uesugi plays guitar, I can play piano, Sakaki plays violin, Hanabi can sing, and Riei can play a little drums."

What kind of band has a guitarist, pianist, violinist, drummer, and lead singer?

Uesugi Kai couldn't help but wonder, "Is there a problem?"