Don't you guys dislike me?

The aroma stimulated Chizuru's taste buds and made her impatiently bring it to the table in the small living room.

She turned on the big-screen TV and put in her favorite disc, a suspense film with a touch of comedy.

The comedic effect in the early stages makes up for the dullness of the investigation, and in the end the happy scenes contrast with the sad mood, which elevates the theme and makes it deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Qianzuru remembers it very clearly.

The sweet laughter of the girl soon rang out in the small room. Unexpected moments always made her laugh. Chizuru laughed without restraint, her voice was a little loud and a little pretentious...

After a while, it stopped and was replaced by the girl's frowning expression.

When the movie ended, Chizuru realized that most of the food in the bowl had gone into her stomach, which was now full and round.

But what followed was an extremely unreal and superficial satisfaction, as strange as filling one's stomach with puffed food.

She didn't care and took the plates to the kitchen, preparing to start washing them. The evening breeze blew in through the window, making her face feel cold, but her body was not cold.

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~

She remembered that she had not turned on the faucet.

Is the faucet leaking?

No, those are the tears shed by Chizuru.

176. Is it the evening breeze that makes me feel uncomfortable? No!

Chizuru touched her cheek confusedly and looked at her wet fingertips in confusion.

Why... am I crying?

Didn't I promise myself not to care? Why am I still dissatisfied?

She clutched her collar tightly, tears and emotions bursting out and blocking her heart, even breathing became difficult.

She sobbed softly in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being heard, and she even didn't allow herself to cry.

This is really too ugly...

She hated herself for being so passive. Her tears fell as badly as she was deceiving herself. No matter how hard she tried to wipe them away, they couldn't be wiped away.

“No…no…”

Qianhe questioned her own inner voice. Didn't she already know it a long time ago? She just didn't dare to accept it.

She knew everything, everything...

The tears that kept falling could not vent the sorrow suppressed in her heart. The unwillingness hidden in the crying still clung to her heart, forcing her to fantasize about the hope that she didn't know whether it existed or not.

The wind blowing in from the window froze the tear marks on the girl's face, and her worried face twisted sadly.

Chizuru felt the tears on her skin and saw herself with tearful eyes through the window.

Was it the unreasonable evening wind that made me look like this? The sudden wind brought fine sand into my eyes...

No…I don’t want to lie to myself anymore.

She just couldn't accept it, that's why she cried so sadly and couldn't stop her tears.

Every time she thought of what senior sister Kasumigaoka said and what her predecessors said, her heart ached. Was she going to just watch the beauty in her heart slip away?

Even if the road to redemption is fraught with thorns, even if the person she loves asks her to give up, does she really have the confidence to keep going?

Chizuru herself doesn't know...

But instead of doing nothing and waiting to regret when the beauty that once blossomed in my heart blossoms in her place, why not do something...?

Even if Senior doesn't like me, even if she is just a supporting character that Senior saved for Kotonoha, Chizuru will try her best to grab Senior's attention and fight for the spotlight that belongs to her.

Because the love in her heart has already taken root and sprouted, and she has also tasted that tears are not its nourishment, so what is it?

You won’t know until you try it!

……

Chizuru Amamiya has made up her mind. Although her heart is still empty, she has a vague sense of security, and her restless heart has finally calmed down.

When the night was dark, perhaps because the online events were fermenting too quickly, Qianhe received a call from her parents.

The usually calm voice of Amamiya's father was filled with uncontrollable anger and worry:

"Qihe, why didn't you tell your parents when you were wronged? If you had told your father earlier, he would have rushed to the school to help you deal with those little bitches without saying a word. You are so evil at such a young age. How dare you bully my precious daughter?!"

It seemed like someone patted him on the back, and Amemiya's father realized that his attitude might scare his daughter who was being bullied. Just when he wanted to correct his attitude, his wife took the phone away, so he had to eavesdrop on the conversation eagerly.

"Xiao Qianzuru, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"It's almost healed, Mom."

Chizuru's voice with a faint cry came, making Amamiya's mother frown again and again, her heart was about to break, but she still patiently said softly:

"Well...your father and I are usually busy at work, and maybe Chizuru is afraid to disturb us and doesn't dare to tell us about it. But oh~! Since Chizuru is already injured and has been bullied, don't worry about it."

"We work hard because we don't want Xiao Qianzuru to have any financial worries. Now that you are being bullied, there is no point in us working anymore."

"Your father and I have already applied for leave. Tomorrow morning, no... tonight, we will book a flight to Tokyo tonight to help you get justice!"

"Yes, yes, yes!", Amemiya's father quickly agreed.

"Actually... you don't have to come. The school will deal with it after the video is released." Chizuru responded weakly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

They only realized the situation later through videos spread online. Faced with such a widely circulated bullying video, it was impossible for the school not to respond.

The condemnation from all walks of life will also make the school cautious in making decisions. Their presence is nothing more than icing on the cake, but they failed to help their daughter in time when she was bullied...

Although they are far apart, if there is more communication, will my daughter tell them about the bullying as soon as possible?

This is their negligence, and can only be saved with a cautious heart:

"What are you talking about? Even if we didn't have time to save Chizuru-chan, we should still do what we can."

"Um……"

Being separated by distance for many years, the lack of communication made both sides silent.

Justice delayed is not justice at all. Father and mother Amemiya are trying hard to make amends, but the results are not ideal.

"Xiao Qianzuru, regarding those videos on the Internet..."

"It's all true."

"No, no, what mom wants to ask is, were those videos secretly recorded by Chizuru's friends?"

Chizuru pursed her lips at her mother's words. She turned over on the sofa, and the image of Yuichi naturally emerged in her mind.

"Well...it was done by a senior in school. If he hadn't come to save me tonight, I don't know what I would have done."

Perhaps because she was talking to someone she was interested in, Amemiya's mother clearly noticed that her daughter started talking more.

"Tonight... was Chizuru bullied by them too?"

"Hmm..." Chizuru was silent for a while. Just when Amemiya's mother thought she had touched her vulnerable part and was about to change the subject, Chizuru tried to tell her what happened tonight.

Of course, the content omits the words spoken by Yuichi and Chizuru Amamiya, and explains the story from the victim's perspective in the most plain tone possible.

"Those bastards--! Damn it! How could they treat my Chizuru like this? We can't just let them go!" An angry voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the phone. The anger burned through the speaker, but it made Chizuru feel a little warm.

Maybe I should have said it sooner...

"I see... something like this has happened. I guess I'll have to thank your senior at school tomorrow."

Mother Amemiya narrowed her eyes slightly, drawled out the words, and said this, her thoughts seemed to be on some other people.

"Eh?! Are you going to meet him tomorrow?"

A slightly ambiguous thought suddenly popped up in my mind. Senior, senior wants to meet mom and dad?!

Is this too early?

The originally calm little face annoyed Taohong, and her words were unconsciously tainted with some shyness and restlessness, which was particularly obvious.

It was so obvious that even Amamiya's mother was a little surprised that her serious daughter would become like this. She covered her mouth and chuckled:

"That's right. He came to save you in the middle of the night and fought with so many people for you. It's reasonable for mom to thank him in person, right?"

"Oh~ By the way, why don't we just go and visit him directly!"

“Eh——? Eh——!? Eh!!!”

177. What should I do? Hey...Yuu-chan (revised)

After finishing the phone call with her parents, Chizuru Amamiya turned her phone to airplane mode and threw it on the sofa. Not wanting to care about anything else, she fell on the bed.

Too many things happened tonight, she was tired...

The ups and downs of her mood and the tiredness brought by crying soon brought the girl to sleep. After her long eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, the girl's breathing gradually became even and steady.

Chizuru fell into a deep sleep, but many teachers at school couldn't sleep. They were secretly accepting bribes and were indifferent to bullying. They will pay the price for their actions.

If only he was dismissed, what school would accept such a bad teacher?

……

Under the moon, an office worker who was getting drunk in a pub was captured by alcohol. He carried a briefcase and walked past an unfinished building with a shaky step.

The night made this simple building look somewhat scary. The pure steel and concrete looked particularly rough, and the endless darkness seemed like a strange giant mouth that was ready to devour anyone.

However, this is commonplace for office workers. He passes by here every day. Under the influence of habit and alcohol, he has little fear of the sudden desolation in this bustling city.

But tonight, he heard some special sounds, suppressed and painful moans echoing intermittently in the empty floors.

The cry of pain that sounded like a personal experience almost instantly dispelled the drunkenness of the office worker. The darkness amplified his fear, and he crawled away from the familiar unfinished building with goose bumps all over his body.

Hide in the neon-lit downtown.

……

When Youichi returned home, there was no light on in the house. Kasumigaoka Utaha should have gone to bed.

After a simple wash, Youyi returned to the room, opened the window, and quietly looked at the lights in the distance.

The incident has basically come to an end, and what happens next is the business of the bullies, the bullied, and the school.

All that needs to be done has been done, and the only thing left is to apologize to Tsukino in the speech?

To be honest, after an incident of this nature, the matter between him and Tsukino can only be regarded as a minor episode. After the school has dealt with Chizuru's issue, this matter may be left unresolved.

Even if the school remembered, Takagi Daisan had already "persuaded" Tsukino to transfer schools, and the apology was forced to end.

Finally, he asked Tomoya to clean up the mess for him. Those people would probably stop investigating the matter because of Horie's reputation.

In this way... the daily life he longed for should return~

……

The next morning.

Yuichi got up early and made breakfast, but unfortunately Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't seem very happy.

The girl ate her breakfast silently, a thin layer of frost formed on her pretty face, adding a touch of coolness to the summer morning.

"Is your breakfast unpalatable?"

Hearing this, the cold and beautiful red eyes raised up, glanced at Youyi, and said in a frustrated tone:

"No...it tastes good."

A strange atmosphere was overwhelmed, and the abnormality of Kasumigaoka Utaha's emotions was clearly evident on the paper. She supported her face to the side, her eyes wandering, as if everything she did was telling Yuichi.

She is in a bad mood.

But Yuichi didn't ask as she expected, but just answered perfunctorily:

"That's good."

Maybe Yuichi just didn't think too much about it, but the sensitive girl stubbornly believed that this was a kind of neglect.

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly, and the coldness on her face became even colder. The sandwich filled her face.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"What?"