I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Go downstairs, pass the corner of this street, and walk straight for 3 minutes to reach the seaside promenade.

There is a shop for renting and selling surfboards above the beach, but it is not the surfing season yet. The boss is scraping wax and maintaining the rows of surfboards one by one. Occasionally, he looks up and chats with the guy selling soda drinks next to him.

The early morning sea breeze hit my face with cold and dampness. To the northeast of the pier, there was an old lighthouse with peeling paint standing quietly on the rocks, letting the waves wash away it.

The sun rises at the end of the horizon, and the sky is surprisingly vast. The depressed mood last night disappeared under the impact of this scenery.

The cold girl suddenly stopped, a few green hairs beside her ears were blown up, and the light from the sea gently covered the girl's eyelashes, like a dream and an illusion.

The sea breeze was hunting, Yuan Qingxue held her skirt and looked up at the blue sky. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the world, focusing on the end of the sea soaked in the early light. It was so beautiful and sad.

Just by staying by Yuan Qingxue's side, my heart calmed down and turned into a pool of quiet, clear water, gurgling into the distance.

It seems that at this moment, everything in the world has faded into a distant view, small and silent.

"It's beautiful."

Wuma Xingjin couldn't help but sigh, not sure whether he was describing the person or the scenery.

But I don’t know why, but there is an indescribable sadness and trouble in my heart.

Since when did you fall in love with the minister?

I don’t know exactly when it happened. It was probably not a change in one day, but a subtle but firm accumulation.

"When facing a classmate who is not your girlfriend, can you please stop showing that obscene look?"

"Speaking of which, the minister asked me to come out for more than just a walk."

"I do have something to say, but not now."

"It's a bit unlike your style."

"So Wuma Bugs, please tell me how it feels to be cornered in a room by two beautiful girls?"

Well, speaking of it, he should really thank the minister for rescuing him, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do when faced with two troublesome girls.

Yuan Qingxue seemed to be expelling all the air from her lungs, took a deep breath, and looked at Wuma Xingjin.

"I'll tell you when it's all over."

It’s [End] again

Inexplicably, Wuma Xingjin hates this word.

"I always feel that there is a long distance between us. I don't understand many things about the minister."

"It's not that far away. About thirty thousand feet."

"Thirty thousand feet? Isn't this already in the troposphere?"

"Even though it's [-] feet, it's just the blink of an eye for a meteor."

"Classmate Wu Ma, this is the gravitational force between one and the other."

gravitational.......

Wuma Xingjin thought about this sentence over and over again in disbelief.

Yuan Qingxue turned around and walked in the direction he came from, his words fluttering in the wind.

"Go hard today."

"After all, I made a deal with her."

"what?"

Wuma Xingjin, who had already walked some distance away, did not hear clearly. When he looked back, he found that the minister's figure had disappeared at the corner of the street.

It shouldn't be something very important, right?

On the other side, there is a clothing store not far from the hotel;

Arakawa Kotoyuki enthusiastically took off a low-collared rabbit fleece sweater from the hanger and tried it on in front of Ryoko Nagayama.

The atmosphere between the two has relaxed a lot compared to when they first met.

"That's it, and that dress as light as gauze. I'll pack it for you."

The latter was dazzled by the dazzling array of clothes. After noticing Arakawa Kotoyuki's behavior, Ryoko Nagayama waved her hands repeatedly and said:

"This one won't work. It shows too much."

"By the way, I saw an old man selling roasted and dried pumpkin seeds under the bridge across the road."

"Changbin's mother used to buy a big bag in winter. I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I feel a little nostalgic."

On the opposite side of a row of clothes racks were three women who were also selecting, which elicited a snicker.

A nouveau riche woman wearing pure gold earrings deliberately said loudly:

"Aren't sunflower seeds only eaten by squirrels? Just go back to the countryside, country people."

Being ridiculed, the proud Kyoto girl would not act like she didn't hear it.

Ryoko Nagayama walked around from the right side of the clothes rack, stared at the woman with pure gold earrings without showing any signs of weakness, and corrected:

"It's pumpkin seeds!"

"Who cares what you are."

Another woman in her 30s, wearing a mink coat and heavy makeup, had a hoarse voice. What she hated most was women younger and more beautiful than her.

Ryoko Nagayama's voice is clear and sweet, as refreshing as a clear spring flowing through a bamboo tube and tapping on a stone table.

This made the Mink Girl even more jealous. Because her vocal cords had been damaged by drinking for many years, her voice sounded like an old woman's. She wanted to scratch the face of the girl in front of her.

"If you can't afford it, don't look at it. This is not a place in the mall where everyone can try on clothes."

"Who says I can't afford it?"

To prove what he said, Nagayama Ryoko opened her wallet. Inside were several thousand-yuan banknotes and some scattered coins. As the girl showed them, the coins made a clanging sound.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The mink woman and the pure gold earring woman laughed together, their laughter was harsh, and after laughing, they said sarcastically:

“Any piece of clothing here starts at tens of thousands of yen.”

"If you come here even if you don't have money, I won't buy clothes that have been touched by your dirty hands."

"Who are you calling dirty!"

Ryoko Nagayama was still young after all, and her small chest rose and fell violently at the mink woman's words. She wanted to curse, but her upbringing prevented her from searching her head for any vulgar words, so she could only point at the mink woman. I was speechless for a long time.

That's too much. Even the feeling of superiority must be tempered.

Arakawa Kotoyuki, who had been watching the show, couldn't stand it anymore. She put her hand in front of her mouth and nose and suddenly interrupted with a disgusted tone:

"Ah, why does it smell like an old man here?"

While speaking, he kept looking at the three mink women, almost not saying to their faces that you old women are an eyesore.

Kotoyuki Arakawa is tall, fashionable and cute, especially her youthful scent makes people crazy with envy.

"Old... old man stinks?!"

Faced with the sarcasm that was almost pointed at her nose, like ignited gunpowder, the mink woman exploded with anger and shouted at the top of her voice:

"Shop clerk, where is the clerk!"

"Get these two brats out of here!"

The squinty-eyed clerk who was still sorting the shelves rushed over, holding piles of clothes in his hands and looking embarrassed.

"We have no right to drive away other customers, this..."

The mink woman pulled out a premium membership card from her purse and threw it in the face of the narrow-eyed clerk with a arrogant attitude.

"You won't be able to earn the money I spend here in ten years. If you can't drive away a poor man, what use are you? If you can't be the boss, just call the store manager over!"

The clerk with narrowed eyes picked up the premium membership card, bowed and handed it back to the mink girl with a smile on his face, and left as if running away.

Not long after, a mature woman came out of the cubicle behind the counter and said apologetically:

"I'm very sorry to cause you any trouble. Mrs. Kawasaki can customize a dress for free in our store."

Mrs. Kawasaki, who was wearing mink fur, instantly beamed. The design style of this clothing store has always been among the most popular. It is said that you have to make an appointment six months in advance to get tailor-made clothes, and there is often no place in the queue.

"What about us, what about us?"

The woman with solid gold earrings and the other woman with heavy makeup felt unbalanced when they saw that the mink woman got a bargain for nothing.

"You two, too." Hagiwara Yuriko responded one by one, with just the right amount of tact.

"As for the other two guests...huh?" Hagiwara Yuriko blinked in surprise and asked as if to confirm: "Is it Miss Arakawa?"

"Long time no see, Manager Hagiwara." Arakawa Kotoyuki greeted with a smile.

"Oh! I heard that you participated in the Art Awards and were a star-level contestant. I couldn't believe it at the time, but now I can confirm it after seeing it. Miss Arakawa has really changed a lot."

Hagiwara Yuriko, who had seemed mature and steady just now, suddenly started talking more.

"I didn't expect that it would be Miss Arakawa who will represent Kanagawa in the semi-finals this time. We must perform well."

"If you can get the gold reward back, everyone will be so happy."

"Of course, I am Kotoyuki Arakawa, and I can only show you my art appreciation."

Seeing the familiar appearance of Arakawa Kotoyuki and Hagiwara Yuriko, the mink woman interrupted impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, get these two guys out quickly."

Drive away Miss Arakawa?

What a joke.

The three mink-clad women in front of them seem to have come to Kamakura from Kyushu for vacation. Because their store is often recommended on fashion covers, it attracts many customers.

The three mink women came here recently and bought almost all styles of clothes in the store. They didn't even bother to look at the clothes that didn't suit them. They looked like nouveau riche.

You out-of-towners who want me to drive away Miss Arakawa, stop dreaming.

I grew up watching Miss Arakawa, where did you foreigners come from?

Hagiwara Yuriko changed her previous attitude and said mercilessly:

"It's you who should go."

"How could you treat customers like this!" The woman with pure gold earrings waved the senior membership card in her hand: "We are distinguished guests here."