Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

It showed no signs of approaching, made no polite knocking, and ignored everyone, even being a bit more willful than Miss Mingyou.

The announcement of the temporary cancellation of the fireworks display was repeatedly broadcast over the loudspeakers in the area.

As Miss Yang and I walked with the crowd, we inevitably got our bodies and clothes wet.

Even so, in this overcrowded environment, we can't run; we can only ride like raw materials on an assembly line, waiting for the rain to wash them away.

The rainwater wasn't cold; it carried a slight warmth, acting as an adhesive between skin and clothing, clinging tightly. While not extremely uncomfortable, it was certainly not pleasant.

Miss Yang walked beside me with her head down. Her once flowing, beautiful black hair was now covered in water droplets, helplessly forming a single, matted mess.

I can certainly say that Miss Aries in this state is also adorable in a unique way.

From a girl's perspective, she might feel embarrassed.

Most importantly, she must be feeling terrible right now.

I'm not far behind.

In the distance, the station was packed with people, and taking the tram in the pouring rain was clearly not a good choice.

I thought I should get away from the crowd and find a place to shelter from the rain nearby. None of us had umbrellas, so we had to make sure Miss Yang was safe.

If someone catches a cold before a live performance and is bedridden, that's a very serious matter.

Back at the entrance to the shopping street, there were still quite a few people seeking shelter from the rain, and you could hear young girls complaining from time to time.

I subconsciously glanced at Ms. Yang Gong beside me. Her hair was wet, her T-shirt had a gradient color, and she was holding her arms with her hands clasped together. The T-shirt clung tightly to her body, and I could see the thin bra straps on her shoulders protruding slightly.

The white canvas shoes on my feet glistened with the rain, and there were specks of mud on the toes.

This rare summer festival ended up like this.

It really makes me feel guilty.

"sheep……"

I had barely uttered a syllable when I saw Miss Yang Gong's shoulders tremble slightly, and she stiffly raised her head to look at me.

For some reason, raindrops are now swirling within those brown eyes that once seemed to unleash whirlpools, as if trying to drag me into them.

That won't do, Miss Yanggong.

If you keep looking up at the sky when it rains, rainwater can get into your eyes. As it falls, it carries dust, microorganisms, and other particles that can irritate your eyes…

I couldn't keep muttering to myself.

A poor lie, whether told to others or to oneself, will ultimately not stand up to scrutiny.

"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"

A young girl in a yukata walked between me and Ms. Hitomiya, accidentally bumping into her shoulder, causing Ms. Hitomiya to fall towards me.

I held her shoulder, and the touch was even colder than I had imagined as it entered my palm.

I heard the girl's apology in my ears.

I looked at the girl's yukata, then turned to look at Ms. Yang Gong, who was secretly wiping the rain from her eyes.

I pretended not to see it, so as not to embarrass her.

"A yukata, that's really nice."

That's what I said.

Miss Yang raised her head and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I tried to make my smile appear gentle, hoping to soothe her heart.

"Miss Yang Gong should try it on too, it should look very cute."

"...Huh?"

……

……

At the end of the shopping street, there is a small yukata rental shop.

I stood alone outside the door, gazing at the sky beyond the shopping street.

This rainstorm came unexpectedly and left without a word, how impolite!

The rain gradually subsided, falling in a light drizzle, tapping against the eaves of the shopping street, like a curtain of rain blocking the entrance.

Because the rain had lessened considerably, the once crowded shopping street was much emptier than when we first arrived, giving us a sense of relief and a much more spacious feel.

Behind me came the clattering sound of wooden clogs hitting the ground, followed by Miss Yang's rather charming yet slightly timid low voice.

"Um, Mr. Tazaki..."

I turned around and looked.

Her wet clothes had disappeared, replaced by a light blue patterned yukata.

Her previously wet long hair was dried and neatly styled into a bun at the back of her head, secured in place with a flower-shaped hair accessory.

The canvas shoes on my feet were no longer covered in mud; I imagine wearing wet socks must have been extremely uncomfortable.

Her toenails were exceptionally clean, without any nail polish, each nail plate crystal clear, like polished glass-like jade.

Seeing me look over, Miss Yang Gong's gaze darted around in a flustered manner before she lowered her head.

The ten exposed toes were clearly curled and wriggling. Once this movement was made, the wooden clogs became like a cutting board for sushi, and only at high-end sushi restaurants that required reservations a week in advance.

Miss Yang raised her head slowly, her cheeks flushed, looking exceptionally cute.

"I'm sorry, my clothes and shoes are soaked. It will take some time to dry them," she said in a soft, gentle voice.

"Don't worry about it."

After I finished speaking, Miss Yanggong suddenly looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Tazaki-sensei, you should change your clothes too, you'll catch a cold."

"Although that's what I thought too, it's a pity that the store doesn't have men's yukatas for rent."

"Hmm... I see."

She lowered her head again. Even though she hadn't done anything wrong, her timidity made me feel sad.

I think, given Miss Yang's personality, she would probably feel apologetic in her heart.

It was a rare treat to be invited to the summer festival, but the result was rather disappointing.

How should I convey this to her?

Tell her I don't care.

I don't dislike rain, nor do I dislike the empty and clear streets after the rain.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that this summer day, with its touch of coolness, is more memorable than the bustling and lively festival.

I've said from the beginning that Miss Yang is a sensitive girl, and if I don't express my opinion here and let her overthink things, it won't be a good thing in the end.

more importantly.

She looks very cute in her yukata.

That's what I want to convey.

Just seeing her like this makes today one of the best days I've had in a while.

I thought for a moment and said:

"Since it will take some time to dry the clothes, would Miss Yang Gong like to go for a walk with me?"

"It's a rare treat to change into clothes that fit the festive atmosphere, so showing them off a bit isn't a bad thing."

"Otherwise, this cuteness would be wasted."

574. Summer Festival, Yukata, Himegami Hina. (4)

As the rain began to fall, Yang Gongfei was mostly depressed, even somewhat on the verge of collapse.

My carefully maintained hair got soaked last night, and my clothes were completely wet and stuck to my body. My clean canvas shoes were even worse; I don't know if the rain stains on them can be washed away completely.

That's bad enough, but they can't even see the fireworks they were so looking forward to.

She finally made the difficult decision, but the world seemed to be against her, and nothing she did seemed to go her way.

I'm so heartbroken I want to cry.

I feel like calling the shopping street committee to complain that they never check the weather forecast when they hold their summer festival.

Just when she thought today was going to be an absolutely terrible day, Toru Tazaki did something that surprised her.

When she heard him praise her cuteness, Yang Gongfeina blushed and stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

Not only did she miss the fireworks, she also got soaked to the bone. Her thick wool coat was filled with rainwater, making it hard for her to breathe.

But at that moment, Yang Gongfei Na had to admit that she felt an unprecedented joy and excitement.

……

……

Walking through the shopping street, I was caught in a crowd when I arrived, so I didn't have a chance to stop and linger.

Now, because of the rain, there are fewer people, and the air is filled with a faint sense of freshness, which allows Tazaki Toru to calm down and carefully appreciate the summer festival after the rain.

Tazaki Toru has never liked joining in the fun; he mostly just observes, stopping and going as he pleases, occasionally lingering over shops that interest him, and that's about it.

Himeko Hina followed silently beside him. Because she was wearing a yukata and wooden clogs, she couldn't walk fast, so Toru Tazaki quietly slowed down to match her pace.

If we forget about the unpleasant rain and focus solely on the summer festival itself, Himeko Hina is probably quite happy.

Wearing a beautiful yukata, walking with your loved one through a summer shopping street, with the gentle patter of rain in your ears.

Ignoring the fact that it ruined the fireworks display, the gentle and peaceful sound of rain, as white noise to enhance the atmosphere, seemed less unpleasant.

However, she still wanted to see the fireworks.

The reason for wanting to see fireworks can be traced back to last year's fireworks festival.

She will never forget that summer when the fireworks went off and exploded, it was as if everyone in the world had disappeared, leaving only them at the center of the world, with each other as the only person they could see.