They all have hidden attributes!

The dance class suddenly started.

Under the guidance of his female teacher, Makoto Takahashi, with his excellent body control, easily displayed the proper grace.

Looking at his own movements in the mirror, he felt so embarrassed that his scalp tingled.

While it has the charm of the rumba, the way the boy swayed his hips seemed a bit too flamboyant.

Maya Uesugi studied very diligently, after all, she quite liked compasses. The female teacher said that the key to Latin dance is to keep your legs taut and maintain a straight line.

Seeing Takahashi Makoto stop moving in the mirror, the female teacher turned to look at him and asked:

"Why did you stop? Your movements are fantastic; you have a real talent as a dancer."

"Is that so?" Takahashi Makoto's lips twitched slightly.

Looking at myself in the mirror and making dance moves is indeed a bit embarrassing, especially since Latin dance is inherently awkward.

"Do I really have to learn Latin dance?" he asked Uesugi Maya in Japanese.

Seeing that Takahashi Makoto's eyes were hesitant, Uesugi Maya didn't mention forming a band with Tachimi Yuki. Instead, she said to the female teacher in English, "He's a little embarrassed. He thinks a man shouldn't do such things, or maybe he's too ashamed to face the mirror."

"Oh, how could that be?"

When the female teacher talked about Latin dance culture, using words like romance and love to describe it, Makoto Takahashi still felt something was off.

"I think such a movement is too...feminine for a boy." He couldn't find a specific English word to describe his thoughts.

"This lingering, penetrating feeling is the essence of rumba."

The female teacher picked up a tablet from the temporary workbench and showed him a video of herself participating in a competition: "When you're with someone, you won't have this feeling. Your eyes should be on her the whole time, did you notice? Eye contact is very important."

Although the finished video looks beautiful and conveys the charm of Latin dance, it still feels a bit strange.

"I don't think I can do it," Makoto Takahashi said, making excuses.

"Can't you keep your eyes on me the whole time? It's only three minutes," Uesugi Maya suddenly asked, her face grim.

"That's not what I meant. It's that I can't do those kinds of movements."

Makoto Takahashi tried swaying his hips slightly, looking at her with an innocent expression: "Don't you think this movement is strange?"

Seeing his awkwardness, Uesugi Maya closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

How should I express my feelings?

Would you be happy if he were willing to spend time with you?

It needs to be something more serious to get people's attention.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Maya opened her eyes, her gaze filled with complex emotions: "Come with me to buy a cup of coffee."

"Okay." Makoto Takahashi really wanted to go outside and get some fresh air.

After saying goodbye to the female teacher, the two took the elevator downstairs together. There was a water bar on the first floor of the hotel, a quiet corner that was just right for them to talk.

While operating the coffee machine, Maya Uesugi said to Makoto Takahashi behind her:

"Actually, I think love is sacred, just like you. I've kissed you, so we should be together forever."

An atmosphere completely different from usual permeated the air, like the damp air of the rainy season, silently seeping into everything.

Amidst the noise of the coffee machine, Maya Uesugi turned around, touched her burning earlobe, and said coldly:

"I kept thinking about you last night."

Beneath the cold exterior lies intense emotion, heavy and clingy.

Makoto Takahashi stared directly into her eyes, just one step away from confirming his suspicions and the important thing that had changed.

"I can't say it." Uesugi Maya rubbed her temples, looking exasperated.

Makoto Takahashi stared intently into her eyes, his gaze filled with an indescribable mix of helplessness, slight anxiety, and disgust.

“It seems you really can’t change this,” he said with a smile.

"Even if it's just for three minutes, I want your complete love."

"Don't you like being alone?"

"Men who bring up the past are really despicable."

"call--"

Takahashi Makoto let out a long breath. The unspoken words and feelings of Uesugi Maya seeped into his chest, like gently holding the soft, moist part of the rib near his heart.

The heavy feeling was indeed and clearly conveyed.

I want to get closer, I want to act cute, I want to forcefully break through her coldness and give her a chance to show another side of herself.

"Aya, you really do have the potential to be a cat," Makoto Takahashi said half-jokingly.

"Ha, isn't this all your fault?"

Maya Uesugi crossed her arms, her demeanor suddenly turning cold and sharp: "You forgot about the lap pillow with the wish card, or rather, you didn't care at all."

"It was my fault."

Makoto Takahashi frankly admitted that, with a completely expressionless face, she continued to ask, "Aren't you tired of beanbag chairs too?"

"No, but I already promised Lengzi that I would stay with her for a few days."

"Ha, scum."

Seeing him guiltily avert his gaze, Uesugi Maya glared down at him with her piercing eyes: "Now are you willing to learn Latin dance with me?"

If she's only willing to be straightforward and clingy under certain conditions, Makoto Takahashi naturally doesn't want to miss any opportunity.

"Although I don't really like it, I'm fine with accompanying you."

He awkwardly shifted his limbs, meeting Uesugi Maya's gaze with unwavering eyes: "I will accept you no matter how heavy it is, as long as you want to get close."

"Judging from your expression, you've really made a big sacrifice to learn Latin dance." Uesugi Maya rarely smiled.

The gentle smile that relaxed at the corners of her mouth was extremely clear; it was the most captivating smile Takahashi Makoto had ever seen on her.

drip-

The coffee machine finished its work, emitting a jarring electronic sound.

Maya Uesugi turned to get her coffee, and taking advantage of the ambiguous atmosphere, Makoto Takahashi stepped forward and gently hugged her from behind.

If she were dating Maya Uesugi, she wouldn't need any specific conditions to become clingy.

Once you've experienced the feeling of wanting to get close to and touch someone you like, the only barrier between you becomes very small.

It is precisely this last bit of distance that is the most difficult to cross.

Tachimi Yuki, Kashima Reiko, Shiraishi Junka, Makoto Takahashi can't give up on any of them.

His miniature garden must remain intact.

It's good that things are like this now. Only when Uesugi Maya no longer needs beanbag chairs, lap pillows, and bedrooms can the distance between the two truly be reduced to zero.

Having a clear goal is a good thing, Makoto Takahashi thought to himself.

"You succeeded. Last night, I gained a profound understanding of the difference between love and friendship."

Maya Uesugi gently blew away the steam from her coffee, paused briefly, and continued in a calm tone, "Nekoya is a good friend, but the problem is, she seems to have a crush on you."

"I know."

Makoto Takahashi lowered his head and approached the back of her neck, breathing in the warm scent of her black hair: "Come to my house for dinner tonight, how about hot pot?"

"I guess this is the only dinner you can think of that doesn't require me to lift a finger."

"It would be so unromantic to say it out loud."

"Tsk." Uesugi Maya patted the back of his hand, signaling him to let go.

Takahashi Makoto reluctantly let go of his hand, a hint of anticipation in his heart: "After dinner, let's go to your house to watch a movie."

What would a clingy cat be like?

Beanbag chairs are actually quite similar to beds, at least in terms of comfort; they're neck and neck, and you can even get intimate with them.

“Going back to class, the dance class costs an average of 10 yen per day.”

Maya Uesugi stepped away from the water bar, and Makoto Takahashi watched her slender and beautiful back with mixed feelings.

Maya Uesugi's concept of love is sacred. It is not only idealized in the same way as her own but also possesses the element of devotion, which is why she will stop at nothing to win his heart.

In fact, he was also subtly trying to get Uesugi Maya to accept his absurdity, and trying to find a way for her to reconcile with Tatsumi Yuki and get along harmoniously with others.

Both sides are well aware of this.

Nevertheless, Makoto Takahashi still believes that the three minutes spent making coffee were out of love, not a tactic employed by Maya Uesugi.

Chapter 178 Hell Girl's Jealousy

"After learning Latin dance, I felt like I had turned into a cooked bamboo shoot tip."

Amidst the bubbling aroma of the hot pot, Makoto Takahashi sat on his sofa, gently shaking a bamboo shoot tip with his chopsticks: "Just like this, soft and bouncy."

The bamboo shoot tip, held by chopsticks at the base, sways back and forth.

It was 7 p.m. After their dance class, Makoto Takahashi and Maya Uesugi returned to their apartment and had hot pot with Reiko Kashima and Junka Shiraishi. The atmosphere was pleasant.

"Puch."

Shiraishi Junko covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, "It still doesn't quite capture the essence; Latin dance is more romantic."

"Hmm...like the young lady from last night."

Kashima Reiko stared intently at the swaying bamboo shoot tips, recalling how Tachimi Yuki had been restrained by her hands and feet the previous night for resisting.

At that time, she could only move her waist.

"I received a notice today that one day of my annual leave has been deducted."

Kashima Reiko scooped the beef out of the hot pot and put it into the dipping sauce dish: "The young lady has been getting more and more petty lately, she's determined to get revenge."

"She's always been like this."

Maya Uesugi swallowed the food in her mouth, commented, and turned to glare at Makoto Takahashi: "Eat properly. Food is not meant to be wasted."

"I didn't waste it."