My love index is at its maximum.

This can be seen from the slightly exposed, white-tipped fingertips of her clenched fingers, which she was holding to her lower abdomen.

Tazaki Tsukasa didn't expose her, but just stared quietly at the section of fair skin that was exposed on her leg.

The soft skirt formed a dark gap between her legs. As a sentimental old pervert, he would imagine this gap as an entrance to a distant summer story, or a wind tunnel leading to a secluded town inhabited by gods.

By the way, who composed the piece "Wind's Path"?

Think about...

Joe Hisaishi, that's him!

With his mind filled with all sorts of random thoughts, the train jolted slightly, and Tazaki Tsukasa snapped back to reality, shifting his gaze back to Kuriyama Sakura's face.

The sleeping minister looked like a very young child, with a pink outline peeking out from under his hair. For some reason, the ear gave the impression of being easily injured.

Tsukasa Tazaki reached out to touch it, but of course he didn't actually touch it.

Feeling the weight on his left shoulder, he chose to close his eyes and clear his mind.

The carriage swayed gently.

They took the boys and girls who were pretending to be asleep to the beautiful Kamakura.

Chapter 186 I'll Go to Your Room Tonight

What comes to mind first when you think of Kamakura?

Is it the era when Minamoto no Yoritomo founded the Kamakura Shogunate at the end of the 12th century, or the enchanting natural scenery of the Shonan Sea?

Or perhaps it was the intersection where Sakuragi Hanamichi and Akagi Haruko met?

"Tazaki-san, get up now!"

"And Kuriyama-kun, you've already arrived."

Tazaki Tsukasa groggily opened his eyes and saw Shimamoto Kana with a warm, ambiguous smile on her face.

He actually fell asleep... The thought flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously turned his head. Kuriyama Sakura had just woken up and met his gaze.

He asked, "Did you sleep well?"

The minister casually brushed her loose hair back, pouted her lips, as if to say to Tsukasa Tazaki, "Alright, get off the bus now."

Kana Shimamoto, a "chestnut shipper," watched with a beaming smile.

After getting off the train and collecting his luggage, Tsukasa Tazaki stretched out with a big yawn, enjoying the fresh scent of the sea.

Before me lay a place resembling a sanatorium, its buildings perched on the hillside. The buildings were mostly made of wood, possessing a quaint and antique charm, and the area was quite large. Looking south, one could overlook the Xiangnan Sea, its waters shimmering with the brilliant light characteristic of summer.

Kana Shimamoto also got out of the car and asked him, "Is the place nice?"

"Hmm, what place is this?" Tsukasa Tazaki nodded, looking into the gate. Under the blazing sun, all was quiet, the atmosphere perfectly harmonious. At every corner of the courtyard, magnolia buds were in bloom.

“This is school property,” Kana Shimamoto said with a smile. “The main purpose is for students to participate in group activities or club training. The facilities inside are quite comprehensive, with tennis courts, swimming pools, and other facilities, as well as livestock breeding areas and crop planting areas.”

"A prestigious school is truly wonderful!" Tsukasa Tazaki exclaimed.

"Haha~" Shimamoto Kana patted his shoulder lightly and whispered, "Just treat this as a vacation. It's nice to read a book or stroll around here every day."

"Can a tutor help me with my studies in the evening?"

"Eh..." Shimamoto Kana blushed and feigned ignorance, asking, "What kind of tutoring?"

Tsukasa Tazaki chuckled lightly, choosing not to discuss the topic in front of the students.

I can sneak into her room tonight and catch up on her lessons slowly.

Entering through the main gate, past a neatly trimmed lawn, several school staff members in electric vehicles were tending to the lawn and trees.

Kana Shimamoto greeted them briefly, then led the students past the swimming pool, trees, and grass, along the dark asphalt road for about ten minutes, until they arrived at a building that resembled a dojo.

The front yard is the training ground, and the back yard is the living area.

Under Kana Shimamoto's arrangement, the students carried their luggage and found their respective dormitories.

The twenty boys in the kendo club were divided into two dorm rooms, while the six girls shared a room. Kuriyama Sakura shared a room with Shimamoto Kana, while Tazaki Tsukasa... being a non-kendo club member and the only male outsider, received the privilege of having a room to himself.

(Actually, it was Shimamoto Kana who favored him, which is why she gave him this privilege.)

Tsukasa Tazaki's room was a rectangular room about three tatami mats deep, with wind chimes swaying under the eaves. The room was simply furnished, with brand-new bedding laid directly on the floor, a desk and chair set, a floor-to-ceiling sliding wardrobe, and a poster of Kiyotaka Ayanokoji stuck on the wall with thumbtacks.

The wind chimes jingled softly in the lazy breeze, while the fluttering of birds' wings echoed from the surrounding woods. The two sounds blended together in a wonderfully pleasant way.

Staying here for twenty days wouldn't be bad...

In a cheerful mood, Tsukasa Tazaki put down his luggage and, with his books in hand, dawdled toward the dojo in the front yard. Before he even got close, he could already hear light but rapid footsteps coming from inside, along with the occasional clinking of bamboo swords and shouts.

Upon entering, I saw Takeuchi Takumi and Ueda Masao engaged in a training match. The adorable girl in full armor and Kikawa Yui knelt to the side, watching. The girl held a towel and gently wiped the light sweat from her face.

Takumi Takeuchi, with his cool and aloof demeanor, looked extremely serious. His movements were swift and powerful, and he didn't seem to be treating this as a practice match at all.

Not surprising.

He is a third-year student, and he will retire after the national competition this summer.

In Japanese school-themed films and television dramas, there is a common element called "the last summer vacation of the third year," which refers to the opportunity for the senior third-year students to participate in the last national tournament.

Yes, Japan's school holiday system is different from China's; it operates on a three-semester system. Taking the Tokyo area as an example, the first semester usually starts in mid-April, with summer vacation from the end of July to August. The second semester runs from September to the end of December, followed by winter vacation. The third semester generally runs from mid-January to late March.

Late March is also around the time when cherry blossoms begin to bloom, hence the romantic saying "cherry blossom graduation season".

While watching the two children fight, Tsukasa Tazaki sat down next to Shiori Ninomiya.

He didn't change his armor, nor did he plan to go to the training field.

Modern Kendo has evolved into a purely competitive sport.

The fighting style in these matches has completely deviated from the path of martial arts, using bamboo swords to strike designated parts of the opponent's body according to the rules. Kendo dojos all over the world train the same techniques, with no unique schools, which means there is nothing to learn. The only tests for the athletes are their physical fitness and their understanding of the game situation.

“kiki~”

As soon as he sat down, Shiori Ninomiya turned to him and asked, "Aren't you going to change your armor?"

"No, thank you." Tsukasa Tazaki waved the book in his hand. "You guys practice, I'll just read on the side."

"Really..." the little cutie complained, "Kiki, try to put your heart into it."

"The fact that I came here already shows that I put my heart into it."

Ninomiya Shiori was already used to his lukewarm response. She leaned closer and continued, "My dad will be coming all the way from Hokkaido to watch the national tournament. Kiki, you have to win the championship!"

I was quite close, and I could feel the slight warmth emanating from her body. There was also a faint scent of shampoo in her hair, a pleasant aroma that had a sweet, moisturizing quality.

Tsukasa Tazaki smiled and nodded: "For Shiori-chan!"

"Kiki actually knows how to coax me?" Shiori Ninomiya stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"Uh, is there a problem?"

"No, no!"

Shiori Ninomiya suddenly added, "Kiki is so handsome, just like a male protagonist in a manga... Quickly touch my chest and see if your breathing has become rapid?"

?

In that instant, everyone turned to look at them.

Tazaki Tsukasa vaguely sensed the intense, almost tangible, murderous intent emanating from the eyes of the twenty-odd men. Especially Takeuchi Takumi's round face; his ugly, cold appearance almost transformed him into an ice troll.

Tsukasa Tazaki slowly rubbed his forehead.

My little cutie made this kind of nonsensical request a long time ago, but he wasn't interested at all back then.

Now, let's mention it again...

Tazaki Tsukasa looked at her face; the Hokkaido girl had a serious, earnest expression, as if chasing a distant dream. His gaze then slid down to her slender waist and well-developed breasts, and he lowered his voice: "Even if she's a concubine, this kind of thing isn't something you can talk about in front of everyone..."

"Hehe~ Kiki, have you admitted that I'm your little wife?"

"Uh... a little..."

Tsukasa Tazaki scratched his head, his expression becoming somewhat hesitant.

"Kiki is embarrassed, isn't she?"

Shiori Ninomiya completely ignored everyone's gaze and knelt down directly in front of him. She absolutely loved Tsukasa Tazaki's current expression; feeling completely at ease, her eyes curved into textbook-perfect crescent shapes.

The two people's intimate posture made them appear to be a couple to onlookers.

Tsukasa Tazaki leaned back slightly, looking exasperated: "So many people are watching..."

The little cutie leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I'll come to your room tonight."

"..." Tazaki Tsukasa looked at the smile blooming on her lips and nodded silently.

"Kiki is amazing!"

Shiori Ninomiya cheered with a raised arm, then snapped her fingers coolly: "The mission to conquer the aloof and handsome guy has made substantial progress! Today is a great victory for Shiori-chan!"

Amidst the eager, impatient gazes of the boys and the slightly resentful stare of Yui Kikawa, Tsukasa Tazaki fled in a disheveled manner toward the dojo entrance.

Behind her came the cheerful laughter of girls, along with their teasing of Shiori Ninomiya.

"I'm so envious of Shiori..."

"Yeah, Tazaki is so cold to everyone, but he's so gentle to Shiori."

"Hey, is your dad coming too? Isn't that the father-in-law visiting his son-in-law?"

"I'm really looking forward to tonight..." Tsukasa Tazaki put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked along the corridor toward Kana Shimamoto's room. When he reached the backyard, he saw Sakura Kuriyama setting up her easel outside the back door to sketch, the summer sunlight quietly painting her slender and well-proportioned body.

When memories become old and faded, will you miss the scene you see right now?

Tsukasa Tazaki tiptoed up behind her and looked out.

Directly opposite the back gate is a lawn, the grass neatly mowed, with a pebble-paved walking path and sprinklers constantly watering the grass. There's a tennis court to the side, but no one is playing. A tall beech tree stands beside the tennis court's wire fence, its dense foliage offering a view of the Xiangnan Sea.

Kuriyama Sakura paused her paintbrush and glanced back at Tazaki Tsukasa.

"What are you drawing?" he asked.

"Just practicing a little." She turned around and continued to wield her paintbrush, creating delicate waves on the white paper.

It turns out he was painting the sea.

"It's beautifully drawn," Tsukasa Tazaki nodded in approval. "You seem to have a real talent for drawing."