I really don't want to be reborn.

Before she could get angry, Kyosuke Kosaka's expression turned disgusted: "You bumped into me first!"

Why is this "victim accusing first" tone so presumptuous?

Ayase stared intently at him, her chest aching terribly.

She felt terrible; he looked at her with such disgust. Wasn't this supposed to be erotic?

That's probably how girls are.

You're a lecher, she's angry.

Even if you're not attracted to women, she'll still get angry.

"Are you okay?"

After feeling disgusted, she started comforting him—she suddenly felt that her older brother was really awful.

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Chapter 42: To correct one point, you are my female lead.

Laziness is a strange thing.

Overall, laziness is an important factor driving the development of human society. Too lazy to walk, so cars were invented; too lazy to type, so voice was invented.

This applies to human society as a whole.

But individually, it's not a good thing.

It makes you comfortable, but too much comfort is not rest, not a blessing. It fills you with boredom and lethargy. We should resist laziness.

and so……

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was dozing off in class again, was glared at several times by the teacher in protest. This was the teacher's lazy resistance, but unfortunately, the lazy girl was too stubborn.

She was dozing off, not catching up on sleep.

Simply put, this lazy guy is just being lazy; he doesn't want to do anything and just wants to lie on his desk.

"Kasumigaoka-kun, pay attention! Learn from Kousaka-kun in front of you!"

There was a pile of books in front of Kosaka, so it was impossible to tell what he was doing, but his movements showed that he was writing furiously with his head down.

"Look how much they love learning! Don't get too proud just because they get good grades. Learning is a lifelong process, you know?"

"Hi~ I understand."

She struggled to lift her head, still giving a lazy reply, then glanced listlessly at what Kosaka was doing in front of her. The weariness on her face vanished instantly, and she almost burst out laughing.

Kyosuke Kosaka is actually drawing in class!

She stretched out her leg and kicked his chair.

Kyosuke turned around, his expression clear: "What are you doing?"

The girl opened her mouth silently: "What are you drawing? Let me see."

"No."

He pursed his lips and refused, saying he would look at it after class.

However, when girls get stubborn, they won't let it go. She kicked him several times in a row, insisting on seeing what he was drawing.

What is it?

The curiosity in her heart is like a girl asking a boy a question, "And then what?" It's also like a child kicking him if they don't get an answer.

He kicked again, but Kyosuke grabbed his ankle.

The heat from her palms spread rapidly from her ankles throughout her body, as if she had been grabbed by a magma monster. A shy heat surged through her body, as if it were about to burst into flames at any moment.

He held the girl's ankle, feeling as if he were holding a warm, slender March melon. It wasn't very fleshy, but wrapped in smooth pantyhose, it seemed delicate enough to be held in one hand.

Exquisite.

This was the first feeling he had when he put down his pen.

His strength seemed to slip away from his palms, and he gradually felt powerless. His breathing became slightly rapid, and Kousaka Kyosuke could even hear his own heartbeat, which was accelerating.

"Boom!"

The sudden thunder made her shrink back as if by reflex. She immediately pulled her foot, which he had been holding for at least two minutes, back away. She crossed her arms, leaned her upper body on the table, buried half her head in her arms, and only her eyes were showing as she secretly looked at him.

Her face and ears, hidden beneath her black hair, were already as red as could be.

"It's raining."

Kyosuke Kosaka stood up and glanced at the gloomy sky and dense thunderclouds outside. The sky was dark, and the heavens seemed to roll helplessly down to the gloomy ground.

The wind whipped up dust, seemingly trying to completely envelop the sky that had been pulled down.

After closing the window and drawing the curtains, he glanced down at Kasumigaoka Utaha before returning to his seat and noticed that the girl was secretly watching him. Suddenly, he felt a surge of emotion.

He wanted to reach out and stroke her hair, take off her white headband, rub her head and ears, and say gently, "Little Shi is such a good girl."

The impulse was so strong that Kasumigaoka Utaha could feel the burning heat in his eyes.

…………

June is a rainy month, and this rain is exactly what the weather forecast predicted this morning.

storm.

Even students with umbrellas don't have the courage to leave the campus in this kind of weather. After school, they either stay in the classroom or the office, impatiently waiting for the rain to stop.

Logically speaking, some of the zombies from the Literature Club should be here reading for a while, or being painfully forced to eat dog food by the president and vice president. However, how wicked is Kousaka Kyosuke?

He brought his family habits to school, showing everyone through his actions that you should lock the door when you enter.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat in the minister's seat, looking at what he was drawing.

That was a character illustration, probably from his novel. She was the first of the three female protagonists, a swordswoman with long, straight black hair and no personality.

She stared at the girl in the painting and touched her own face.

I always feel like I'm looking in a mirror.

"Is this your leading lady?"

"To correct you, she is the female protagonist in the novel."

Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin on her hand, looking bored. "Kousaka-kun, I'm a little curious, what exactly is the concept of a girl—no, a woman—in your mind?"

This is a good question, and it's also a simple question for him. He completely ignored the knocking from his colleagues outside: "Looks, figure, personality, temperament—most men's lives are nothing more than eating, drinking, having fun, women, and money... But I think this definition is a bit more complicated."

She pointed to the illustration: "Is it that complicated?"

"of course."

He looked at her, a smile that was hard to tell whether it was a bitter smile or something else, and, suppressing his pain, pieced together all the images of Kasumigaoka from all the reincarnations in his mind.

"Women are strange creatures, contradictory creatures. You can feel both emotion and reason, passion and indifference, knowledge and logic and unreasonable behavior, self-pity and self-deprecation in the same woman... or never let go."

"..."

"That's right. Maybe she'll ignore you one second and then fall head over heels in love with you the next, without warning, out of the blue. Really, women are such unpredictable creatures."

She gently raised her hand to interrupt him, feeling that there were some things she needed to clarify: "Kousaka-kun, there's something I want to ask you. Judging from your tone, have you fallen in love with someone?"

He leaned down and stared at her, looking into her eyes, and found that she was looking at him too.

The sound of wind and rain seemed to blur even the visibility indoors, making it difficult for them to see each other clearly. Kosaka's voice, like his face, became somewhat ethereal.

"I want to argue with her every day, bully her every day, be bullied by her every day, have her cook for me every day when I'm sick, and always bump into her on the street when it rains... I think this level is still a little short of love."

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt like her heart was about to stop beating, and her voice seemed to come straight from her heart: "How much is that little bit?"

He didn't speak, but from an angle she couldn't see, a hint of sadness and helplessness was revealed.

These four years and eight months may be a love story devoid of everyday life, or it may be a condensation of someone else's splendid life.

"Only when the time comes to write the final poem, the wind will disperse, the clouds will clear, the truth will be revealed, the eighty-one tribulations will be overcome, and this body will become the Tathagata. Whatever your fate is, you will return to that fate..." (Note)

The girl blushed and laughed as she listened to his muttering: "What is that? A line from a TV drama?"

Kyosuke Kosaka frowned: "I'm serious."

She put down the illustration, which had been unconsciously crumpled by her fingers, reached out and touched his chest, feeling the vibrant beating of his heart: "So, this is what you're like when you're serious..."

These words slowly melted the coldest corner of his heart.

(Note: The above paragraph is a quote; the actual source could not be found.)

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I've been sleeping since this morning, it's been so comfortable.

I dreamt that I had a wife who was involved in astronomy... What does this dream mean?

Chapter 43 Unfortunate Fate, Diluting Loneliness

The heavy rain gradually stopped around seven o'clock.

He escorted Kasumigaoka Utaha home, naturally because it was getting late and it wasn't safe for a girl to be alone.

The reason was neither good nor bad; it was just right that she could accept it.

After exchanging a few words with Aunt Kasumigaoka, he fled in a sorry state under her gaze, which seemed to say, "The more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more interesting it becomes." He then made a big detour back to his own residence.

Before going back, he went into the bookstore and bought some things. Before he even went in, he saw a familiar figure in the distance. It was a tall, thin man. Although he knew he was a student, he always thought he was a social recluse.

Gennosuke Miura, dressed in the bookstore's employee uniform and wearing his ever-present black-rimmed glasses, looked from a distance like a bean curd sheet drying on a few bamboo poles.

"Hey, Kosaka, buying books here? We've got some good stuff in the air."

He waved enthusiastically to Kyosuke as he entered the store, lowering his voice slightly: "I noticed those books earlier. If you want to buy them, you'd better buy them together with other types of serious books."

Those books...

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was a knowing yet awkward smile, hinting at a secret affair.

It was as if they met not in front of a bookstore, but in front of a brothel.