Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

"This." Zhe Li was stunned for a moment, "You didn't get beaten?"

Su Shi smiled brightly: "She's afraid she can't beat me."

"...?"

"Why else do you think she came to the infirmary?" Su Shi showed a smug expression like a cat, almost laughing as he said, "I just took her to get her wound treated."

"Did you two really fight?" Zhe Li's tone was quite incredible.

In the first class after lunch break, he saw that Toyokawa Shoko's seat was empty, so he spoke up to show his concern.

After hearing from classmates that Xiangzi went to the health room with a girl from another class, Zheli immediately guessed that it was Su Shi: if it was a celebrity like Mu, they would not use such vague adjectives as "a girl from another class".

But at the moment, he thought it was just a minor collision during an argument, not something serious. This was especially true when Xiangzi returned to the classroom the next class with no obvious bandaged wounds and behaved normally, which further confirmed his suspicions.

If there is pain in any part of the limbs, the opponent will definitely have unnatural reactions in his movements, which will not escape his blood star eyes.

And now... he'd fought, but he had no injuries? In other words...

"You didn't slap her, did you?"

A pain in the cheek would at most make his expression look odd, but Toyokawa Shoko's expression was always unnatural when facing him. If the injury, or the blow, was on the face, he would most likely not notice it.

As expected, Su Shi raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How did you know?"

"Woo wow." Zheli tactically retreated.

Su Shi couldn't help but pout when she saw this and moved a little closer to him. "Humph, what are you afraid of? I won't beat you up."

"Just a little surprised, that's all."

While I know Sushi can be impulsive, she wouldn't resort to violence. Especially with Toyokawa Shoko's actions... to put it bluntly, they were nothing. Zheli was willing to consider the feelings of everyone at CRYCHIC and value everything they value, but that didn't change the fact that objectively speaking, this was a good thing no matter what.

It's normal to lose your temper and have an argument, but it's a bit too much to start a fight.

Just like what he said to Su Shi at the very beginning - it's just quitting the band, no big deal.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the importance of "forming an orchestra" in the world of a musical theme work.

Zhe Li reflected on it for a moment.

Su Shi also followed his silence for a moment, then spoke first: "Is Zhe Li disappointed in me?"

Zhe Li paused his reflection, raised his head and glanced at Su Shi: Su Shi's expression was the same as usual, still with a faint smile, but her beautiful eyes were staring at him straight, showing that the other party's question was serious.

"Of course not. Why do you think so?"

"We clearly agreed not to get involved, but I still went to Xiaoxiang without permission and even hit her." Su Shi slightly avoided Zheli's gaze and lowered her head to pinch her fingertips. "...If I'm not careful, Zheli's efforts will be in vain."

Zhe Li shook his head helplessly, "If you're worried about this kind of thing, you shouldn't have done it in the first place."

"But—" "'But I don't want to do nothing.', right."

The man looked at the speechless girl, reached out and stroked her hair, and smiled: "So I have nothing to be disappointed about. After all, you should blame me for interfering in your affairs."

It's good that he didn't make things worse. He has no mind or position to blame the person involved.

"You're like this again." Su Shi wanted to sigh, but the gentle touch on her ear still made her smile unconsciously.

●

Soft music spread in the cabin filled with the aroma of coffee.

In the brief moment before the sign on the door turned to "OPEN", the girl sat at the table, resting her head on her arms.

"Hey, Zheli."

"Ok?"

"I sometimes wonder, if Xiaoxiang had met you first, would things be different now?"

Just as I had changed because of this encounter, if that power could also be passed on to that girl's heart—

"It's hard to say. Maybe." The store manager lowered his head and wiped the cup, speaking casually.

The girl looked at him with raised eyes, "Hey, be serious!"

"Even if you say so... hypothetical things are inherently difficult to confirm."

"Then imagine it. For example, yes, did you ask Xiangzi for directions or something like that?"

"Hmm." The man stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. Then he frowned slightly, as if he was thinking hard. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Is it so difficult?" the girl wondered.

She simply assumed the situation.

Even without taking into account the subsequent plots that seemed to be taken directly from a girl's comic, she felt that just a simple encounter could change Toyokawa Shoko's life: because this man is the one who will come to pull you out no matter how many times you sink into the swamp if you only reach out to him once.

Although he didn't want to give away these treasures that belonged to him at all.

But she knew that she was just lucky...

Confused, the man in front of me smiled and said:

"I can't imagine a world without you."

"..."

"Perhaps in a world like that, I wouldn't be myself anymore, and there would be no reasoning—hmm? What's wrong?"

The girl stared at the man for a long time.

Then suddenly pouting.

"Why is the marriage age in Japan sixteen?"

"how could I know……"

……

Ruoye Muxu stared at the ceiling and took a sip of mango juice.

It’s still very sweet.

Lost Star Chapter 121 Summer Time Record: Chapter Invitation

"Give."

"This is?"

"Invitation card."

Toyokawa Shoko looked down at the envelope in her hand.

The pure white exterior looked like a standard item you could buy anywhere, but the envelope carried a faint fragrance. He didn't know if it was the brand Nagasaki Suyo loved; though it didn't match the fragrance she wore, it easily reminded Shoko of her.

"The envelope contains RiNG's pre-sale tickets," Su Shi said.

"I won't force you to return to CRYCHIC. But if you just come to watch the show, it should be okay, right?"

"......" Xiangzi held the envelope in his hand and remained silent.

She subconsciously moved more gently, as if she was afraid of crumpling the brand new envelope.

"I--"

“Shh.” Su Shi put his finger to his lips and winked at her, “I don’t want to hear your answer now.”

Xiangzi stared blankly at the smiling face of the girl beside him.

The lighting in the Tsuki no Mori health room is indeed very good, but compared to the spacious garden, the sunlight cannot reach every corner of the room through the small window.

Even so, Nagasaki Suyo was still bathed in bright sunshine as before, making her look like a princess from a fairy tale, unreal and illusory.

"The invitations have been sent out. It's up to you whether you want to attend or not." The girl spread her hands, speaking as if to an unruly child, angrily and amusedly. "The live show is still a few days away. Think it over carefully. Don't regret it again."

"……but."

Hearing the turn in the voice, Xiangzi was stunned for a moment, then looked up and gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes again.

"I'll be looking forward to your arrival." Su Shi said.

●

The clear chirping of birds can be heard from afar.

Shoko Toyokawa was adjusting her bow tie in front of the dressing mirror, which had cracks on the edges and a blurry image.

The long conversation with Nagasaki Motoyo on campus was already a memory from a few days ago.

Counting on the calendar, it seemed so short, but Xiangzi's memory of those few days was so hazy that it felt like they had been separated by years. Even the conversation that should have been clear seemed to be covered by a veil.

It's not that I really forgot anything.

She just suddenly felt that everything was so far away.

Sushi and Muto no longer sent her messages, let alone visited her. The store manager continued to lecture daily as a trainee teacher, but he also no longer treated her any differently. It was as if the person named Toyokawa Shoko had once again melted into the paint of the Moon Forest, becoming a part of its seemingly beautiful colors.

It seemed that as long as she really stopped reaching out to them and shouting, the waves that arose in her life, which was supposed to be peaceful, would be just an illusion caused by a dead leaf.

"..."

The sky-blue hair slightly obscured her vision, and she brushed them aside casually.

The center of my sight was the "invitation" that still exuded a lingering fragrance. It still lay quietly in front of the dressing table.

It is called a dressing table, but it is actually just a small coffee table against the wall with a mirror on it. If there is an earthquake, or if the coffee table is simply knocked over by accident, this old mirror will be one step closer to retirement.

Behind the mirror, across the wall, is my father's bedroom, a room that should have been a living room.

The apartment looks shabby on the outside, but the inside is still a place where people can live - if you live alone.

Shoko Toyokawa has always felt guilty towards her father.

She still didn't understand the source of her father's initial anger towards her, but now she was willing to forgive him: it was too difficult for someone who had been abandoned by the family she had lived with all her life to stand up again alone in the most marginal corner of the city.

Her actions, which she thought were supporting her father, were actually only adding to the already difficult burden on her father.

For example, she occupied the only bedroom in the apartment.

For example, as a child who could not even work legally, she snatched the natural gas, water and electricity that should have belonged to her father alone at almost no cost.

And my father said nothing.

He simply accepted the status quo, working part-time jobs here and there, returning home sometimes early in the morning, sometimes late in the evening, staying in his dormitory, drinking silently.

Sometimes Xiangzi would get angry and yell at him for piling up the bottles instead of throwing them away, and then she would find him walking out of the dormitory with droopy shoulders before dawn. Only at this time would he go out carrying the piles of empty bottles.

Because the recycling station is only open until 8 am.

Xiangzi seemed to see a man who had vaguely shouldered the responsibilities of a "husband" and a "father" before everything happened, and who had also silently accepted the status quo.

He was unwilling to interfere in his daughter's education or her life, but when things were falling apart, he gritted his teeth and took on responsibilities that perhaps originally belonged to him but which he had never taken a closer look at.

This made him seem a little clumsy... no, he just really didn't know what to do.

The man's life up to this point had been too simple, so before the unexpected changes, he was easily swept away by the huge waves of the past.

Should I say, are they father and daughter?

Xiangzi felt that he was actually no different from his father.

——The life of "Shoko Toyokawa" is undoubtedly a work of art woven by others.

The skills she was forced to master and the achievements she was forced to achieve filled her with confidence, a confidence she still possesses today. However, those were ultimately carefully crafted examples, never the value she personally created.

Even the wool used for knitting was given to Fengchuan one by one by her clumsy father.

Until there was no more hair left to be squeezed out of my father, he was casually picked out of the "studio".

that's it.

But it is precisely because of this.

Who should I hate?

Who should I love?

What is she guarding?

What exactly is she fighting against?

How is she supposed to decide these?

“…I, don’t know.”