My love index is at its maximum.

Personal attacks are wrong.

But this trick is very effective!

"calm……"

"Minister, please don't act rashly..."

"You can't beat her..."

After a noisy breakfast, the group packed up and began their day's itinerary.

At 8:30 in the morning, the new sun shines its fresh light upon the world.

Murakami Mizuiro, along with two other boys and two girls from Class D, lagged behind. The two most beautiful girls were in the middle, while Ninomiya Shiori and Kasuga Kanae walked ahead with Tazaki Tsukasa on either side.

Kyoto's streets are laid out as neatly as a chessboard, with straight roads and even 90-degree turns.

That's not surprising.

It was originally built according to the layout of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

After spending 500 yen to buy a one-day pass at the bus stop, the group squeezed onto a Kyoto bus to head to the Uzumasa Cinema Village.

The sky was clear and the train carriage was brightly lit.

"Today's itinerary is the tourist area from Uzuma to Rakusei," Shiori Ninomiya said excitedly to Tsukasa Tazaki, repeating the sightseeing route they had just discussed. "Our first stop is Uzuma Cinema Village!"

Seeing that she was happy, Tsukasa Tazaki was also in a good mood and asked, "What's fun inside?"

"There are well-made sets, Yoshiwara geisha district and Ikedaya street scenes recreated from movies and TV shows." Shiori Ninomiya recalled the contents of the visitor's guidebook, listing them one by one: "There are also amusement facilities such as a haunted house and a ninja house. Visitors can also dress up in costumes from movies, experience them in person, and take photos."

The back row of the carriage.

Murakami Mizuiro put her arm around the shoulder of the burly Tang Ze: "Damn it, Tazaki no longer belongs to me!"

"May all the popular people explode!"

"It's okay, the three of us can be together."

"?"

"Tang Ze, something's wrong with you!"

Kasuga Kanae turned around and reminded the three of them, "You're getting off at the next stop, don't forget."

“Kasuga-kun is quite cute too,” the bespectacled man said to Murakami Mizuiro as he turned around.

Tang Ze protested, "Murakami-kun isn't as cute as when she's wearing a skirt."

Murakami Mizuiro pointed to her nose: "Am I cute?"

"Hmm." The bespectacled man nodded solemnly.

Kasuga Kanae smiled shyly: "I also saw the play. Murakami-kun looked really cute in her little skirt."

"..."

The bus stopped in front of Taiqin Film Village.

A large group of tourists, including students on graduation trips, poured out of the bus exit. Murakami Mizuiro lagged behind, watching a group of local Kyoto high school girls walk past him, his mind filled with images of himself dressed as a woman.

"Here you go, Kiki, with your ticket~"

"Thank you."

"Sakura, this one's for you. And big brother, this one's for you..."

"Wait," Yui Kikawa interrupted Shiori Ninomiya, "why are you calling me 'big brother'?"

The little cutie gently tugged at Tsukasa Tazaki's sleeve, transforming into an artificially innocent child: "Big brother is Kiki's big brother, and as Kiki's little wife, of course I have to call him big brother too. Does big brother not like being called big brother?"

Kuriyama Sakura turned her face slightly away, covered her mouth with her hand, and her body trembled slightly.

Sikawa Wei gritted her teeth and said word by word: "Ta! Saki! Si!"

"Look!" Tsukasa Tazaki looked up at the sky and exclaimed in surprise, "What a huge airplane!"

In the deep, clear autumn sky, a gleaming airplane flew from west to east, its white contrails dividing the blue canvas in two.

After receiving their tickets, the crowd lined up to enter the movie village.

Once you pass through the security checkpoint at the main gate, you can see the Pretty Cure exhibition area inside the Toei Museum. The girls weren't interested in visiting, but several men rushed up there shouting and taking photos with each of them.

Their exaggerated voices, youthful and uninhibited, drew strange, curious, and nostalgic glances from passersby.

Further ahead lies a scenic street area dating back to the Edo period.

Along the way, you'll occasionally brush past staff dressed as samurai, courtesans preparing to greet customers, and ninja killing drills suddenly starting. When tourists pass by, the staff will first glance at them sideways, and then give a slight wave of their hand as if to indicate something.

The tourists also waved in greeting.

After passing through the first tourist area, the second tourist area is a commercial street with a row of Nordic wooden houses on both sides, all with various kinds of stalls.

There are air gun shooting ranges, performances, fortune telling shops, and countless snack stalls.

The middle-aged woman with a crystal ball on her stall waved to Tsukasa Tazaki: "Young man, blessed by the gods, come this way. Be careful, your fate is about to take a dramatic turn."

Tazaki Tsukasa glanced at the sign in front of the stall that read "500 per time" and waved his hand in refusal: "Sorry, I'm an atheist."

"Kiki, let's play~" Shiori Ninomiya tugged at his sleeve, her little hand never letting go since they entered the scenic area.

Tsukasa Tazaki warned her, "Those are all scams."

"But don't couples in love all have to go through the test of divination?"

Where did you get that conclusion?

"A shoujo manga~"

"..."

Just as Tsukasa Tazaki was about to give it a try, Mizuiro Murakami sat down on the stool first, took out a 500 yen coin with one hand and slapped it on the table, while touching the crystal ball with the other hand: "Master, please tell my fortune."

The fortune teller glanced at him and took out a tarot card: "Fortune telling is done by drawing these cards; the crystal ball is just for show."

"Oh, sorry." Murakami Mizuiro's expression turned serious for the first time. Following the fortune teller's instructions, he reached out and drew a tarot card, placing it face down on the table.

“Master, I would like to have my academic performance tested,” he said.

The fortune teller glanced at his high school uniform, smiled, and nodded: "It's all possible to test you. Please open the cards."

Murakami Mizuiro carefully turned over the tarot card he had drawn.

[XXL THE WORLD (The World) Reversed]

Seven or eight students gathered around, watching curiously.

The fortune teller looked at the tarot cards for a while and said, "Your recent studies and hobbies are in a slump, the prospects are not optimistic, you're prone to giving up halfway, you're unprepared, you're lazy and frustrated, and you're unable to achieve your goals. Is this true?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Murakami Mizuiro exclaimed in surprise, his mouth agape as he nodded frantically.

you do not say.

His academic performance had not improved, and the soccer team was eliminated in the third round of the Tokyo qualifiers for the national tournament in the summer. He also lost all his pocket money gambling on soccer.

Life lacked passion, with intermittent bursts of ambition followed by a continuous period of just getting by.

Even fishing, which he had finally come to enjoy, was no longer something Tazaki Tsukasa would do with him.

Tsukasa Tazaki stared at the tarot card: "It seems pretty accurate."

"Murakami-kun, live well until your second year..." Shiori Ninomiya patted Murakami-kun's shoulder reassuringly.

"Master, how can I break this?" Murakami Mizuiro asked earnestly.

The fortune teller smiled gently.

“That will cost extra,” she said.

Without saying a word, Murakami Mizuiro pulled out a large wad of bills from his wallet: "Here, it's all for you. I'll add more if it's not enough."

At a glance, it's no less than 10 yen.

The fortune teller's smile became even gentler and more approachable.

"To find the solution, we first need to identify why you can't focus on your current life," the fortune teller said. "As for the reason, how about we look for it in the questions you're about to be tested on?"

“Okay,” Murakami Mizuiro nodded, “I want to test my friendship!”

The fortune teller stared intently at the tarot cards for a long time, then suddenly made a strange expression as if he had discovered something: "Judging from the cards, most of your friends are casual acquaintances, immature relationships, or friendships maintained by money, lacking reliability. Even your closest friends are distracted by other things and find it difficult to take care of you."

“Yes, yes, that’s so right!” Murakami Mizuiro turned her head and looked at Tazaki Tsukasa with longing eyes.

That wistful little expression.

She looks exactly like a pitiful girl who has been used and discarded by a scumbag.

“Hey, Tazaki,” the big guy Tang Ze said unhappily from the side, “That’s not right of you. Murakami-kun is someone who has worn women’s clothes for you. You can’t treat him like this!”

Immediately, the customers at the surrounding stalls, including the fortune tellers, began to look at Tazaki Tsukasa with strange eyes.

Tsukasa Tazaki: "...?"

What do you mean by wearing women's clothing for me?!

If there's such a big ambiguity, can you please stop talking nonsense?

“I remember that Tazaki-kun and Murakami-kun used to be very close.” Kasuga Kanae smiled gently, recalling the cooking class in May. “Back then, Shiori and Tazaki-kun had a fight, and it was only with Murakami-kun’s help that they were able to make up.”

“That’s right, Shiori-chan remembers it very clearly.” Ninomiya Shiori pulled on Tazaki Tsukasa’s arm and whispered in his ear, “Kiki can’t forget this kindness.”

“…Me.” Tsukasa Tazaki thought and thought, but still didn’t know how to defend himself.

Even if he didn't pay much attention to Murakami, it had nothing to do with him dressing up as a woman for her sake... Pshaw, when did he ever dress up as a woman for himself? It was for the class, for the class!

The divination continues.

Murakami Mizuiro asked, "What about love?"

"Do you have a lover, or someone you like?" the fortune teller asked.

"nothing."

"Based on this answer, your love prediction is: unsuccessful, immature, full of troubles, and unable to achieve your goals."

"What should we do?" Murakami Mizuiro asked cautiously.

The fortune teller was about to add "more money," but then a pang of conscience struck her—perhaps Murakami had really given too much—so she smiled kindly and said, "The root of all your troubles lies in your incompleteness, lack of assertiveness, poor emotional control, and a lazy, easily giving-up personality..."