Don't you guys dislike me?

"How did he ask you to apologize?"

"That would only be effective if you apologize in front of everyone."

"so……"

Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned sideways, murmured something, and leaned naturally on Yuichi.

……

……

in the room.

Yuichi finished his homework for today, took off his shirt, and did push-ups again and again in the relatively spacious space in the room. His speed was not fast, but the standard was achieved.

He left the window open so that the occasional evening breeze could relieve some of his fatigue.

There was still a dull heat on the summer night, and soon, Youyi's body was covered with sweat.

At this time, the door was pushed open. Youyi didn't want to stop and continued to do repetitive and boring training up and down.

Suddenly, he felt a sinking sensation on his back...

161. A selfish, mean, yet righteous person

The door closed slowly.

The veins and muscles on Hoshino Yuichi's arms bulged faintly, and the speed slowed down slightly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha covered her skirt and sat on his back, rising and falling with the bending of his arms.

"Brother-kun exercises on time every day..."

Yuichi's calm words were accompanied by a slight ripple of panting:

"I'm afraid I won't want to move after this time."

"Do it every day. Do you like sports, Yuichi?" Kasumigaoka Utaha stretched out a slender finger as a pen, using the fine sweat as ink to draw circles. She didn't seem to dislike it.

"No...I don't like it." Yuichi's voice was trembling and his arms were shaking.

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled smugly, withdrew her hand and stopped teasing him.

"Then why do you insist on doing this every day? This is a bit inconsistent with your image of a nerd."

Yuichi breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe it's so that I can resist when others bully me..."

"So you, who have never been able to use your skills, now finally have a chance to use your hands to protect others?"

Her voice was still as cold, but seemed a little different.

"Who knows?"

"Give me a serious answer, scumbag!"

The girl raised her pink nails and poked the soft flesh on Yuichi's waist. The stinging pain mixed with the unbearable itch gave Yuichi goose bumps all over his body.

"Maybe... I guess so." His helpless answer was also so ambiguous.

Kasumigaoka Utaha snorted twice and withdrew her hand.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at him. Her wine-red eyes were slightly rippling with inexplicable and unspeakable emotions. She opened her mouth and asked:

"If... I'm bullied, will Youichi come to protect me?"

Actually... this time she didn't want to use sister as a nickname. She clearly wanted to use "I", but when she thought of her current identity and the possibility that Youyi would refuse.

"Will do."

Kasumigaoka Utaha got the answer she wanted, but she couldn't be happy at all. Yuichi's answer was obviously more decisive than before...

"I'm going to take a shower first."

"Ah."

Youyi felt a lightness in his body, and heard footsteps that were different from when he came. He saw the forgotten slippers on the ground.

……

……

After finishing all the sports, the night became darker. No... the lights outside the window dimmed a few more times.

Youyi leaned his hands on the windowsill, letting the gentle breeze cool his body, and his heart calmed down as well.

He took out his mobile phone, logged into his newly registered email account, entered an unfamiliar email address, and sent the edited video as a file.

He repeated this twice, sent it to the other two people, then put down his phone and went downstairs to take a shower.

When Yuichi returned to the room, there was already a reply, but only the email address belonging to Murakami Aiko was sent:

"what you up to?"

The three opponents already knew each other and had received the same video, which was a video clip of the three of them beating up Chizuru Amamiya.

So Murakami Aiko came as a representative to reply. During the time when Yuichi was taking a bath, they must have calmed down and prepared countermeasures.

"Don't do anything. If you stop bullying Chizuru Amamiya, I can consider not posting the video online."

Yuichi did not make any guarantees, but with the evidence in hand, he easily fanned the flames of Murakami Aiko's anxiety and uneasiness.

Not long after, the other party replied with a puzzling sentence:

"Hey~ You're a boy, right?"

"So what?"

"Why don't we three take turns to accompany you, and you delete the video. You are attracted to Amamiya's face or body anyway, but she is already with someone, so it's impossible for her to agree to it. It's better for us to stand up for her and be a hero, only to get a cursory thank you in the end."

"Why don't you try to choose meat that you can actually eat? What do you think~ Master?~"

Murakami Aiko's artificial charm was squeezed out of each word she said. I wonder how many men she had slept with to acquire this quality. She spoke it so fluently yet so greasyly.

"Heh...how many men have you done it with? Having sex with you is not a pleasure. I just feel disgusted and sick. My conditions will not change. If you don't stop bullying, I will post the video online at any time."

"Or do you not even care about this?"

Yuichi revealed in his words that he knew about Murakami Aiko's hobby. Murakami Aiko, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up with a gloomy face:

"If we stop bullying, will you really not burn your bridges and post the video online? Why should we trust you?"

Yuichi could feel the anxiety and uneasiness that appeared between the lines even through the screen.

"You have no bargaining chips to negotiate with me. The video is in my hand. It's up to me to release it or not. But you must stop bullying Chizuru Amamiya, otherwise I will definitely release it."

Yuichi's reply was filled with anger and coldness towards the bullies. With evidence in hand and in an advantageous position, he vented his anger like a righteous partner who hated evil.

The other party fell into silence for a long time, as if they were discussing countermeasures, or weighing the pros and cons, and finally struggled to compromise:

"I understand. We will not target Amamiya-san again. I hope you can keep your promise."

Youyi didn't reply. He turned off his phone and threw it on the bed, allowing the other person's already uneasy mood to grow and spread.

Murakami Aiko and the others were afraid that the bullying video would be spread, and that they would be criticized by public opinion and the school, so in order to avoid becoming a pariah, they had no choice but to stop the bullying.

But the handle is in the hands of others. Those who disguise themselves and act righteously in school will always worry that their clumsy disguise will be torn apart, and they are afraid that one day they will wake up and become a rat crossing the street that everyone will shout and beat.

They won't be willing.

Like snakes and scorpions, they just temporarily hid their fangs filled with venom, temporarily avoided the edge, and quietly looked for enough bargaining chips to negotiate with Youyi. However, the bargaining chip they could find and control in their hands was only one person.

——Chizuru Amemiya.

Originally, Yuichi's purpose of saving Chizuru Amamiya was just to find a friend for Kotonoha Katsura, but now Yuichi has another reason, which is to clear himself of the suspicion of bullying.

He had to get Chizuru Amemiya to stand on his side at the speech in a few days... To do this, he would turn a blind eye to what Murakami Aiko did next until a confrontation occurred.

……

……

The next day, morning.

Murakami Aiko and the other two couldn't wait to take action. Influenced by the widely circulated video, the entire campus became extremely sensitive to the word "bullying".

If the matter was not urgent, they would not have brought bad luck upon themselves at this time.

It is well known in the class that Chizuru Amamiya is being targeted, but whether it is bullying remains to be considered. If Murakami Aiko goes to find Chizuru Amamiya at this time, it will only break that thin membrane.

But there are very few people who can talk to Chizuru Amamiya. Even as the class monitor, she treats many people in a businesslike manner and there is no way to lure her out.

So they chose Tsukino...

162. False daily life and disobedient tools

The weather today was a bit chilly. As soon as Chizuru Amamiya came out of the house, she smelled the faintly damp air. The morning light was no longer bright. She raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky, and dark clouds seemed to float in her heart.

Some can't breathe...

Walking into the school and arriving at the bottom of the teaching building, the noisy sounds of chatting and bickering were the same as usual and had nothing to do with Chizuru.

Because of the suspected bullying video, Chizuru Amamiya's indoor shoes will not disappear from time to time, and she will not be stabbed by the sudden appearance of thumbtack blades when she reaches into the shoe cabinet.

Everything that happened in the past seemed to have never happened. The bullying by Murakami Aiko and the others stopped abruptly. Although there were still a few shallow bruises on her body...she seemed to have returned to her peaceful daily life.

But Chizuru knew that all this was just a temporary appearance. When the aftermath of the incident was over, they would come back and she would have to crawl back into the dark and cramped corner.

No one would come to save her, even if she begged...

She was like someone who had secretly crawled out of the darkness and regained a moment of light. Her purple-red eyes trembled and lost focus, and she was in a trance. It felt like she had exchanged the sacrifice of her predecessors for her temporary freedom.

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, Chizuru was suddenly awakened. She chuckled and shook her head, with a self-deprecating smile in the corners of her eyes.

How could that person sacrifice himself to help her?

Is it a smell? Or is it the sound of footsteps?

Qianhe's heart, which had been beating steadily, suddenly became nervous. She felt a sudden and lingering throbbing, a throbbing feeling. She knew who was walking behind her...

The girl quickly turned her head, her hair swirling, outlining her unnoticed feelings, and saw the familiar and tall figure from behind.

Her ardent feelings made her purple-red eyes widen, as if she was expecting and calling for him to turn back, but her eyelids, which were raised high, kept falling down again.

Chizuru played with her long, beautiful hair, wondering if the senior had noticed her, or if he hadn't noticed her at all...

It would be nice if it was the latter.

Complex emotions intertwined in her heart tirelessly. She opened her mouth but didn't shout out. When the figure left, she felt a little unwilling.

She bit her pink lips, placed her hands on her chest, and felt her heartbeat that couldn't calm down for a long time. She felt ashamed of herself.

I've been treated like that, why can't I forget it...?!

……

Qianzuru walked into the classroom, pulled out a chair, and her eyes rested on the seat.

Great……

The seats are clean today, with no excessive mischief such as saliva or dirty water.

Chizuru Amemiya felt that time passed so quickly today, as if it was already noon in the blink of an eye. When she was slightly dazed, Chizuru's heart tightened and she instinctively lowered her head.

Seeing Murakami Aiko and the other two walking past her, seemingly without any intention of causing trouble, Chizuru slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, she naively thought...

Will they stop bullying me?

……

This kind of calm continued until school was over in the afternoon. Chizuru Amamiya sat quietly in her seat and did not dare to pack up until Aiko Murakami and the other two left. At this time, Tsukino came over.

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……

"Um... Tsukino-kun."

Tsukino was walking on the way to the cafeteria when suddenly a strong perfume filled his nose. His shoulder was poked and when he turned around, the fluffy blond waves squeezed into his eyes.

"Ho...Hojo-san?!"

Tsukino took a few steps back, his heart hanging alone in the air with a tight thumping sound, without any worries or support. He lowered his head and saw his thin chest heaving with fear.