Don't you guys dislike me?

The next moment, a rather lascivious cry was heard in the tense alley. The green leaves on the branches seemed to be hung with peach blossoms, and the evening breeze seemed to become ambiguous.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Murakami Aiko's face.

Shame and anger flushed her face, and she felt panic in her heart.

He didn’t lie…

"Aiko...?" Kiyomiya Aoi and Hojo Saki looked at her hesitantly, not knowing how to start.

"I...he..."

Murakami knew that she had to start by explaining the embarrassing thing that had just happened, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know how to continue, so she simply threw the phone to them.

Soon after, the lividity and anxiety on Murakami Aiko's face were transmitted to the other two people. Compared to Murakami Aiko, who still had some scheming, Kiyomiya Aoi and Hojo Saki could only scratch their heads in confusion and worry.

They don't know how to know what to do and can only let their emotions brew in their hearts without knowing what to do.

"How about we ignore what he said and take off Chizuru Amamiya's clothes and take photos of her. If all else fails, we can use her photos as a last resort to prevent that person from releasing the video so easily."

The predicament made Qing Gong Kui's rusty brain work quickly, but the vision was ultimately narrow.

Before she finished speaking, Aiko Murakami fiercely objected:

"No!"

Two pairs of dark eyes were staring at her quietly. After all, what the other party used to check and balance Murakami Aiko was Murakami's business and had nothing to do with the other two people.

To offend the majority of people for her own benefit and to put them at a disadvantage for her innocence, Kiyomiya Aoi and Hojo Saki obviously would not agree, but they did not say it clearly. They just watched and waited for her explanation.

This sisterhood is somewhat artificial. Murakami Aiko sighed secretly, thinking that she should not have shown her phone to them.

"We can't afford to take the risk. We don't understand the position of Amemiya in that person's heart. If Yamamoto and his men really can't deal with that person, then we are just struggling to survive with Amemiya's photo."

"Even if we really confront him with Amemiya's photo, what will happen? If he still posts the video of our bullying, then it will really become what he said, and it will be an even greater crime!"

Murakami Aiko objected fiercely. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed. At this moment, she had to speak for that man because if she didn't follow his wishes.

That pornographic video would be uploaded to the school forum, which was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

But... for Kiyomiya Aoi and Hojo Saki, they were in a hurry and had no time to think about their friends. Was Murakami Aiko embarrassed? Wasn't it her own fault that she was filmed? How could this happen if she wasn't a promiscuous person?

Was it the intention of that person to publish her dark history alone, or did he simply think that she was the representative and just wanted to threaten her?

If it's the former, it's too terrifying. Did she expect that this internal conflict would force her to change her position?

"If we don't even have a photo of Amamiya, then what backup do we have? If Yamamoto and the others lose, how can we protect ourselves? Aiko, you have to know that the video you made is at most a sign of bad conduct. No matter how strict the school is, it has no right to interfere with your private life."

Saki Hojo's red lips moved, her golden hair was swallowed by the darkness and covered her head like an exaggerated hat, and she looked like a sinister witch.

"But...when that person actually posts the bullying video, we'll all be finished!"

……

……

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up at the full moon embedded in the painting of the sky. The stars on the sky looked like those drawn by a painter with a brush in his hand, lightly tapping and lifting the brush tip.

She waited for a long time, her feet were tired, but she heard this answer in the evening breeze:

"Sister, please go back first."

Hoshino Yuichi stood up and looked at her with a slight apology.

The wind went away, blowing away the superficial things floating on the surface of her heart.

"What's wrong?" She tried to play it calm.

"I have to go back to school. Sister, you can ride back first." Youyi urged, as if he was anxious about something, but he was not anxious for her.

"I'll go with you. I'm pretty free anyway."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's leather shoes tapped to the ground, shaking restlessly.

She seemed to understand everything, but because Youichi said nothing, she could only feel anxious. She also wanted to say "come on" and "don't force yourself" softly like her sister, but she still couldn't help wanting to be with him.

Anything that escapes her sight is unsafe. This is worry and jealousy, like being sulky and making a fuss.

"Shiyu."

The usually lazy voice suddenly became quieter, and called her name, weighing heavily on her heart, making her dare not act willfully anymore.

The night sky seemed to be frightened by his serious look. The full moon was covered with dark clouds, leaving Kasumigaoka Utaha no reason to look up.

Yuichi seems angry...

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head, obediently got up from the back seat and got on the bicycle.

Suddenly, her head, which had been lowered, was patted.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry."

After saying that, Youyi started running and disappeared into the darkness.

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained motionless and silent for a long time. She raised her hand stiffly and touched her head, then pedaled her bicycle and slowly climbed up the bridge.

Idiot! Bastard! Scumbag! Unfaithful man!

The girl gritted her teeth, pedaled with all her might, muttered to herself, and finally reached the bridge.

Reaching the summit was supposed to be a happy thing, but the dark clouds in her heart kept gathering.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the carp leaping under the bridge pier and the flowing stream, and she made up her mind, turned the car around and rushed down. The wind blew her black hair and let her voice emerge.

"I am obviously the elder sister..."

……

……

The campus fell into a deep sleep at night, and the rustling of insects sounded as regular as her breathing.

Youyi, who was wearing a school uniform, told the security guard that he forgot to bring something. The security guard didn't think much about it, but just warned him in a thick voice full of smoke to hurry up and let him go.

After running all the way, Youyi finally warmed up and walked towards the place provided by Murakami Aiko.

The wind shook the treetops, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight had no time to guide Youyi's way, and he walked into the dim alley.

This place is not favored by the sun, nor caressed by the moonlight, just as the sin and darkness before our eyes cannot be punished.

"Oh! You are the one who made me wait for the distinguished guest now?"

The speaker used clumsy honorifics, and the dissatisfaction implied in his words was obvious.

Following behind Yamamoto were Ooka, Yamato, and Tobe Sho, but Yamamoto didn't notice the awkward expressions of his companions behind him, especially Tobe Sho:

"Hoshino..."

Hubu Xiang's voice was like the friction of rough iron sheets. His already slightly hunched back bent even more. His face was gloomy and his throat was very dry.

"Oh? He is the Hoshino who beat you up? It seems that I have waited so long for nothing."

Yamamoto stared at Yuichi with his eyes wide open, rubbing his hands together with interest.

But Yamato walked over before him, and standing on the side with more people, his courage also swelled.

"Since it's our class's business, we won't bother Yamamoto, right? Hoshino-san?"

The resentment from last time had been piled up in his heart for a long time. Although Youyi was much taller than him, he was more muscular.

Yuichi Hoshino shrugged. In his eyes, the opponent giving up the siege and choosing a one-on-one fight was undoubtedly the stupidest behavior. Maybe it was because the opponent had more people?

"Eh~? Why are you still pretending to be cool at this time?"

Amid Yamato's complaints, he suddenly swung a straight punch. It seemed that sneak attacks without any explanation were one of his common tactics. After all, he was eager to knock the person Miura liked to the ground with his own hands.

This straight punch, which seemed to have used up all his strength, made Yamato's body lean forward.

At this moment, he looked like a reckless man who relied on his armor without any defense. However...how long can his half-baked fitness results last?

Yuichi no longer hesitated and rushed forward. Yamato's straight punch brushed past his ear and a strong wind swept across his face. It was very dangerous, but in order to avoid being beaten up, he had to take the risk.

Youichi quickly got in front of him. At this moment, Yamato had not yet lost his strength, and had not yet generated new energy. He was like a fish on the chopping board. It was no longer up to him whether he lived or died.

Those cold purple eyes stared dimly at his panic-stricken appearance, which was the fear of losing the sense of distance.

He hooked his fist upward and penetrated into his weak side ribs. The sudden pain forced Yamato to bend his body subconsciously.

He wanted to distance himself, but the pain pulled him back, causing him to retreat awkwardly.

In a panic, Yamato, whose face was unprotected, could only see a black shadow flash before his eyes. He could only retreat and squat down, holding his nose.

Dizziness, pain and intense uneasiness were playing trickles on his body and mind. Bright red blood kept dripping, and the strong boy sat on the ground, holding his head.

Youyi did not stop. There was more than one opponent. The thin Ooka was already rushing over with his fists raised.

167. I am the ace of the track and field club!

Facing the skinny Ooka, Yuichi, who has the weight advantage, no longer dodges.

Seeing the delicate fist swinging like a branch blown by the wind, it seemed that it would break into two pieces with a slight bend.

You made a fist with one hand to block a few scratches that were not painful, but the straight kick from below was like a poisonous snake that had been lurking for a long time, revealing its fangs and biting.

Deliberately exposing weaknesses to let the opponent down, and then aiming at the soft spot to launch a kick that has been prepared for a long time, this may be the trick that Ooka uses to defeat Yuichi.

But his intention was too obvious. After all, with his body size, he might have exhausted all his strength to make a decent and powerful feint...

When Ooka saw Yuichi blocking his punch, he was obviously a little excited. He thought that Hoshino Yuichi, who had gained the advantage, should continue to attack him, so that he would not be able to distance himself and would have no time to take care of his body.

The next second, the corners of his mouth that had been raised just hung there blankly. The opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time was gone. The kick he had already kicked out seemed to have filled him with all his confidence.

The kick missed. When the dirty trick failed and was exposed to the air, a strong sense of uneasiness swept through his heart. He stared, but it was too late to pull his leg back.

After blocking several times in a row, Hoshino Yuichi suddenly gave up his advantage and dodged backwards. The kick that Ooka threw out seemed like he had delivered it to the opponent with his own hands.

With his ankle grabbed, Ooka was thrown to the side like a snake being grabbed by its seven inches. Having lost his balance, he had no chance to fight back. Yuichi raised his leg and hooked it towards Ooka's calf, which was standing alone.

With a sharp whine, tears welled up in the thin boy's eyes, and the torn ligament spread to the base of his thigh like a burning fire.

He was forced to do a not-so-standard split, and then collapsed to the ground, probably unable to get up for the time being.

After dealing with the two, Yuichi turned his gaze to Tobe Sho, who had not moved yet. The light cast an unsuitable shadow and light on his face. He waved his hand with a wry smile, looking a little funny:

"I'm just here to make up the numbers. If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have come no matter what."

As if to make his position clear, he tiptoed away, dragging Ooka and Yamato with him.

Yuichi did not stop him. After all, there was still a very intimidating opponent. His purple eyes flickered quietly in the dim light:

"You are the foreign aid that Murakami and the others invited, right?"

Yamamoto was a little surprised: "Did you know I would come?"

You Yi suddenly laughed:

"How could I be so good as to know it was you? But I am sure they will send someone over, and I have made a lot of preparations for this."

At this moment, there was the sound of leather shoes pressing on Shan's heels.

Yuichi saw Murakami Aiko and the others, as well as Chizuru Amamiya who was dragged over. His eyes fell on the school uniform that looked like silk strips hanging on Chizuru Amamiya. Yuichi knew that Murakami Aiko had finally held back the other two people who were ready to fight to the death.

"I didn't expect it to be you!? Hoshino-senpai!"

Murakami Aiko clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.

I'm so tired, so alone

Chizuru, who was struggling with Hojo Saki's hand, heard Murakami Aiko's words. She raised her head without caring about anything else and looked at Hoshino-senpai who came to save her late at night. She felt so upset and had so many things to say and so many questions to ask.

Of course, I also want to say thank you...

"If you had just done what I said, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

Yuichi lowered his eyebrows, and his consoling smile made Murakami Aiko and the other two feel uncomfortable.

"Are you kidding me? Then I will be led by you all the time. Who knows if you will settle the score later? Only by completely deleting the video can we feel at ease!"

Qing Gong Kui shouted angrily, but Youyi remained calm, but the quiet water surface was rippling, which was a naked mockery:

"But doesn't your so-called resistance just speed up your demise?"