I really don't want to be reborn.

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I promised myself I'd rest today, so why am I posting two updates again?

why?

Am I being arrogant too?

Chapter Twenty-Eight After School

That year I was seventeen, during my favorite period of life. I wanted to love, I wanted to eat, I wanted so much.

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April 1st is April Fool's Day.

On the eve of Qingming Festival.

Bianzhan High School is a bit noisy.

Looking through the classroom windows, you can see teachers irritable, nagging, helpless, and even arguing with students. In the office, bottles and jars are gurgling, and the laughter of middle-aged people carries far.

These lively sounds emerged from all parts of the school, then converged, surging out in a mighty torrent the moment the school bell rang, ready to battle the clamor outside the school.

"It's so noisy..."

In late spring, the unrestrained attitude of new life, the passionate and timely burst of vitality, makes people exclaim that this is spring.

The old tree on the south side of the campus, its heavy trunk still propagating new life under the force of inertia, continues to grow tender buds from its decaying branches.

“Akagi, I have seen your heart.”

"Don't joke around, Kousaka..."

"Has something happened to your sister again?"

Kyosuke Kosaka's words silenced Kohei Akagi's attempt to argue: "I see it. In your heart, overgrown with weeds in spring, there is desolation, dullness, deformity, and emptiness..."

"Stop talking!"

Chi Cheng sat down dejectedly in the empty seat in front of him: "She received a lot of love letters today, I'm not happy."

"Sister complex is disgusting!"

"Kousaka, I really don't understand you. Don't you like your sister? I remember you said your sister has been cute since she was little."

Kyosuke refused to answer the question and turned his gaze to the clouds outside the window.

A rosy glow gradually appeared in the west, as if fire was burning, while his gaze was focused on two other clouds: "Those clouds are a bit dirty."

Kohei Akagi also let his troubled mood drift into the sky, jokingly saying that the two clouds looked like Kousaka and Kasumigaoka.

"looks like?"

"Speaking of which, where is she? Why isn't she in class?"

"Who knows, maybe someone went to confess their feelings to her."

"What about you? Has anyone confessed their feelings to you, you popular guy?"

Kyosuke picked up a paper and pen and began to write casually. The content was rather abstract and full of postmodern exaggeration. After Akagi Kohei finished reading what he had written, his expression became even more abstract and exaggerated.

"Two clouds embraced, kissed, and rolled together, from which came occasional high and low rumbles—thunder."

"Finally, a violent tremor occurred within the clouds, accompanied by the loudest clap of thunder, and the torrential rain poured down, ending this real and intense symphony of life."

After staring in disbelief, Akagi sighed, completely bewildered by literature. He was utterly impressed by those involved in literature and offered his knees in admiration: "Is everyone in the Literature Club as refined as you?"

Kyosuke Kosaka ignored him and continued writing in his seat.

In his opinion, the way some of the boys and girls in his class approached and talked to him was a bit outdated.

However, it was still quite fun.

Especially when girls approach boys, they usually ask them questions that boys are good at answering. The boys patiently and seriously explain, but the girls don't listen to the answers at all. They just stare at the boy with their eyes wide open and say, "And then? And then?"

He silently wrote this passage down on the paper, thinking to himself—and then went at it.

"and many more!"

Kyosuke was startled. He tried to recall how that guy had reacted when he was teaching Kirino how to write...

…………

She has a great figure.

Tall, slender, and graceful.

Especially her straight, long black hair moved with her steps, making it seem as if the girl's footsteps were playing music.

Beautiful eyes, beautiful at all times.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped in front of the Literature Club office.

Kosaka, he should have gone to the music room, right?

In any case, Kousaka-kun is not careless in these kinds of matters. If he receives a love letter, he will go over and make things clear. If he does not accept it, he will gently comfort and refuse, and he will not let anyone get hurt.

This kind of person is amazing.

Whether you call him gentle and refined or polite and courteous, they all share one thing in common—no one can see what's really on his mind beneath his smile.

What was he thinking about?

What would he think if she took the love letter to their date and didn't return to the classroom for a long time?

The feeling of being elusive is truly awful.

That man is even more unfathomable than a woman.

Especially recently, even the occasional bursts of passion I used to show have disappeared. It's as if... as if I've suddenly aged many years.

Sometimes, when a man is too mature, it can be a disaster.

She slowly exhaled, muttered to herself as she pushed open the door, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a successful prank: "Just wait there, nobody would confess to you—"

"Oh, welcome back."

"..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood blankly at the door, the words she had swallowed when she saw him upon entering swaying like lamplight in the wind.

Her hair also swayed.

In Japan, black moss is called "water cloud," and the way it sways in soup resembles a woman's long hair flowing in water.

Using this metaphor to describe her adds a sense of disheveled wetness.

"You... what are you doing here? Haven't you gone yet?"

Kyosuke Kosaka calmly observed the girl: "Where should I go? Should I wait in the classroom for the cleaning committee to do the cleaning, or should I just stay in the music room and starve?"

The girl composed herself and slowly walked in, closing the door behind her: "I thought you wouldn't be here, so I'm surprised."

He chuckled: "I always felt like you were looking forward to seeing me in a sorry state. You're so mean, Kasumigaoka-kun."

"Kousaka-kun, you are even more suspicious than Cao Cao."

She sat in her seat, her heart still pounding, the shock of that moment still too great.

"I am indeed quite suspicious, so I'm here now looking for that junior who secretly put the love letter in, the one who seems to have the ability to walk through walls."

"Oh?"

"I guess she'll be very upset because I stood her up, and she'll come looking for me no matter what, so I think it's better for me to wait here. Do you think the same way?"

Kasumigaoka lowered her eyes slightly: "Yes, yes... But they might think you've already rejected them and won't come looking for you again?"

Kosaka was silent for a moment, then suddenly broke into a big smile, and finally laughed out loud, which was quite impolite: "We've finally got what we've been waiting for."

"Hmm? Who did you wait for?"

"I've been waiting for you."

The girl's eyes overlapped with the red blush on the horizon, and in that instant, she was like a firefly dancing in the afterglow, enchanting and beautiful.

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Thanks to Reimu's money box, this Reimu is so generous that she seems almost spiritual.

Oh dear, there's another chapter tonight, please give it a recommendation!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Happy April Fool's Day

April Fool's Day, April 1st, is a great day because on this day many people can take the opportunity to say or do things they wouldn't normally say or do.

Going out of line is normal on April Fool's Day.

However, this day was also a very bad day.

Because on this holiday, truth and falsehood become completely blurred. For example, when it comes to confessing one's feelings, no one can be sure whether it is sincere or not, and sincerity is the most important thing.

You can only receive sincerity in return for sincerity, but you might also be hurt completely.

Keeping your distance can protect you, but it also means you're destined to be lonely forever.

So on this day, carefree and annoying people can have a lot of fun, while those who want to confess their feelings are filled with anxiety and uncertainty. If they don't get the results they expect, this April Fool's Day will naturally be terrible.

Even if they're smiling on the outside, they're definitely not happy inside.

If your classmates find out, you'll be laughed at, criticized by sharp-tongued girls, and your friends might say things like, "I told you it's impossible, why are you still going..."

That's right, the biggest difference between doing something and not doing it is that the latter has the right to comment on the former.

The former was simply because he was unwilling to accept it.

An unusual atmosphere filled the literature clubroom. As the daylight faded and darkness deepened, the girl's red eyes became even more vivid: "You said... you waited for me?"

He took out the love letter he had written to himself, folded it, and then unfolded it again, his expression gradually becoming casual: "This letter, well... how should I put it, although the handwriting is indeed different, from any angle, this is the letter you wrote."

That wasn't said very seriously.

Then there was a brief silence.

That silence was so deliberate.