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Takashi San turned around, "Just some minor inconveniences."

Mai whispered, "Do you understand now?"

"At least..." He Hua murmured, "This guy has some real stuff."

At least, this guy has a respectable side. But that doesn't mean Kazuka will acknowledge the relationship between this guy and her sister.

The chaos on the street hadn't subsided when several black cars suddenly drove in. The doors opened, and officers from the Anti-Demon Special Unit quickly got out and began to deal with the demonic limbs scattered across the ground.

Kazuka's fingers tightly grasped Mai's hand.

The window of one of the black cars slowly rolled down, revealing a delicate face. The red-haired girl (Makima) waved towards Takashi San, "Come over quickly, there's a new job."

Xiaosan turned and walked towards the car.

Kazuka watched Takashi's departing figure and murmured, "Is that this guy's boss? He looks so young."

Mai's fingers suddenly tightened, leaving tiny scratches on Kazuka's hand with her nails. Kazuka turned her head in pain, and suddenly found that Mai's eyes looking at the red-haired woman were very scary.

"Sister..." Hehua's voice was trembling, "What's wrong with you?"

At this time, Xiaosan came over to apologize to them and said that he had to leave first because he had work.

Mai's fingers tightly grasped Takashi's hand, which was stained with the devil's blood, "Can you stay?"

Kouzo's expression instantly turned serious, and he looked down at Mai, "Sorry, that's important work."

Mai's fingers suddenly tightened, "More important than me?"

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Chapter 127: 127 Futaba Rio Arc (Part ): Science Girl and Literary Youth

Rio Futaba was born into a successful family. Her parents were both successful figures in society and had a good family background. She herself was also very talented, proficient in quantum mechanics and logic, and was the typical "other people's child".

However......

Because her parents were busy with work and the family relationship was alienated, Futaba suffered from psychological trauma since childhood. She was exposed to knowledge beyond her age too early, which made her out of tune with her peers.

In junior high school, she was ostracized and ridiculed by her classmates because of her premature development. After entering high school, she was regarded as a weirdo by her classmates because she wore a white coat every day, and her personality became withdrawn.

Despite this, Futaba still has someone she likes in her heart.

At that time, she was still in junior high school...

At the time, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Loneliness, solitude, and immense mental pressure left her breathless. She felt unable to adapt to family, school, and society. She lived in pain every day, without goals, happiness, or meaning.

There's no one to talk to...

Loneliness, solitude, and random thoughts in her mind...these huge mental pressures made her feel breathless.

The school rooftop smelled of rust in the night. When Futaba Rio's fingertips touched the rusty wire mesh, she suddenly heard the sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

The black-haired boy landed on the edge of the platform as lightly as the night wind. The collar of his school uniform, which was gilded with silver by the moonlight, was slightly open, revealing his graceful collarbone.

"You know what?" the boy's voice was like an ice cube soaked in sake. "When a person falls from a height of thirty meters, the retina records the last three seconds of the scenery." He bent his slender fingers and tapped the wire mesh. "How about using those three seconds to remember my face? The one who walks the path of heaven governs everything."

Futaba's grip on the hem of her skirt suddenly tightened.

This guy who appeared out of nowhere had the appearance of a nobleman in a classical painting, but what he said was infuriating.

So, under this stronger emotional impact, at least she doesn't want to die now.

She doesn’t know the reason to live tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but she has a goal to live for today.

But when she saw the other person take out a mint from his pocket and throw it to her, she suddenly realized that her trembling had stopped at some point.

"Would you like to try it? It's a magic candy that can make people forget their worries." The young man stood against the light, his slightly curly black hair blown by the evening breeze.

Just like that, Futaba, who wanted to take that step, was saved by this mysterious boy.

From that day on, the boy would often take her out to play: to the amusement park, the game hall, the coffee shop, the burger shop, the billiard hall, the supermarket, the shopping mall...

However, every time the boy would make her pay with various excuses, even though she didn't even know his name.

perhaps......

Just to give her a reason to live, right?

When buying oden at a convenience store, Futaba finally couldn't help but ask, "Why do you always make me pay?"

Yukinoshita, who was studying the new flavor of soda on the shelf, turned her head, her eyelashes casting a shadow like butterfly wings. "Because you need to feel needed." He suddenly leaned in close, his breath brushing her ear. "Like now, you're thinking, 'So I'm special to him,' and your heart rate has increased by 17%."

The girl backed away hastily and knocked over the shelves. Amid the clanking sounds, she caught a glimpse of the fleeting compassion in the boy's eyes... Later she realized that the gentleness that seemed like a god's mercy to all living beings was the cruelest blade.

However, Futaba still didn't know the boy's name.

Amid the chirping of cicadas in late summer, Yukinoshita placed a glass of iced lemon tea against Futaba's forehead, letting droplets of water trickle down her flushed cheeks. "Don't you find it interesting, Rio?" He twirled his fingertips through the girl's hair. "Just like Du Liniang in 'The Peony Pavilion,' who died for love and was resurrected by it, a name is merely a temporary inhabitation of the soul. If I call you 'Du Liniang' right now, does this faint blush of shame and anger in your eyes belong to Futaba Rio, or to the ghost of a century ago? So, you are me, and I am you. You can also call me Futaba Rio."

Furious at this tongue-twisting, twisted logic, Futaba snatched the drink and took a deep sip. The sting of the carbonated bubbles exploding on her tongue matched her heartbeat. The boy suddenly leaned in closer, and she saw her own reflection flickering in his irises. "So... when you said 'this is my money,' who was truly guarding this obsession? Was it the being called Futaba Rio, or the lonely soul trapped in a material cage?"

Under the ginkgo tree behind the gymnasium, Futaba opened "Being and Time" for the third time and then closed it again.

From that day on, the boy's philosophical games entangled her thoughts like a spider web.

What's even more hateful is that guy can always predict her rebuttal...

When she had a flash of inspiration at the door of the bookstore, she turned around and saw a young man at the end of the corridor waving two movie tickets and mouthing "Have you figured it out? See you at the usual place."

On a drizzling evening, Futaba rushed into the family restaurant clutching a rain-stained receipt. Yukinoshita, drawing a Fibonacci spiral on a milkshake with a straw, heard footsteps without looking up. "Rio, you're 117 seconds late today. That's 10 yen per second..."

"Don't change the subject!" The girl's wet uniform felt cold against her back. "You knew I would use Husserl's phenomenology to refute it, so you put a note in the Logical Investigations in the library in advance, right?" She threw out the crumpled piece of paper.

Yukinoshita finally raised her eyes. "How many times has this happened?" He suddenly reached out and touched her trembling eyelids. "When you saw through my plan, did you defeat me, or did I lead you deeper into the maze?"

On the seventh overcast day of the rainy season, Futaba discovered Yukinoshita's copy of Thus Spoke Zarathustra in the autopsy lab. Tucked between the yellowed pages were the remains of bills: a fireworks voucher from Disney Ocean, a receipt from the Roppongi Observatory, a couple's package from the Yokohama Ferris Wheel—each one precisely marked with her menstrual cycle.

This made Futaba feel ashamed and angry, 'This guy is really...'

"Rio, don't you think we're a lot like Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment?" he once said, pointing at the oden at a convenience store under the snow on a rainstorm night. "You keep verifying whether I'm really the blood-sucking Svidrigailov, and I..." He suddenly stuffed the bamboo wheel into Futaba's mouth, "waiting for you to raise the axe of judgment."

That guy is just like that, with all sorts of theories popping up one after another. (The above is from the future timeline, when Kozo is more mature and knowledgeable)

Although Futaba Rio believes that these twists and turns are all for the purpose of defrauding her money...

But......

Although she was lonely, she was still willing to keep in touch with him, listen to him and complain to him.

Even if the other party proposed to date her, she would not refuse because she was just beginning to fall in love and longed for someone's company, right?

One day, the boy disappeared from her sight and never contacted her again.

At first, she just thought that this guy had his own things to do and didn't care.

But as time went on, she began to panic...

Afraid, afraid that he would leave her.

Although she had learned many lessons and knew that having too high expectations of others would only hurt herself in the end, theory on paper and immersive experience were two completely different things.

She will be nervous, anxious, lost, worried, and anxious about gains and losses...she can't help but have wild thoughts.

This is a feeling that is hard to describe in words...

Although she had never experienced it, she understood...

This should be the so-called feeling of falling in love with someone.

Futaba went to look for the boy in places where he often appeared.

She is afraid...

I was afraid to see him, afraid that he would abandon me because he thought I was of no use to him.

She's afraid...

Afraid of not being able to see him, afraid that something had happened to him, afraid that I would never see him again.

"No, no, no, I can't find it anywhere." Futaba was extremely anxious.

day to day......

Gradually, she also realized this: his appearance was only to help herself, only to save the self-destructive and good-for-nothing guy.

He gave himself hope to live, he gave himself the motivation to live, and he taught himself how to live.

Two years later, she was admitted to high school.

To this day, she still regrets it very much, regretting that she didn't realize that feeling earlier and didn't express it earlier.

She had imagined, 'If I had confessed earlier, perhaps... he wouldn't have left?'

One day, perhaps it was God's response to her wish, or perhaps it was fate, a miracle happened. She met the boy again: in class, he was a transfer student and gave a "friendly (full of style.jpg)" self-introduction.

She knew the boy's name... Yukinoshita Kozo.

The corridors were always packed with girls during lunch break. As Futaba Rio walked through the crowd, carrying her lab report, she heard the sound of shutter clicks... Takashi San was signing autographs for them.

"Yukinoshita-senpai! Please sign my school uniform!"

"Can you please repost the video of you exorcising a demon last time? It was so cool."

Futaba slid along the wall, and the documents in her arms were suddenly knocked loose. As she squatted down to pick up the papers, she saw the man in custom-made leather shoes stop right in front of her. "Hey, classmate, the formula on page three of your Quantum Wave Analysis is incorrect," Yukinoshita tapped the paper with her fingers, holding a diamond-studded fountain pen. "By the way, which way is the vending machine?"

Futaba stared at him in a daze.

This guy was completely different from the guy who tricked her into buying soda on the rooftop in her memory, except for... the smell on him.

"Senior! Can we take a photo together?" Several girls suddenly came over.

Yukinoshita skillfully switched to a business-like smile, and Futaba was knocked back.

When she came to her senses, the man had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and only she reported that there was a string of mysterious numbers on the edge.

During the afternoon open class, Futaba peeked at the playground through the barrier.

Xiao San was demonstrating and popularizing how to use the public security's contracted demons. His slender fingers danced, leaving golden afterimages, and the students' exclamations were almost off the roof. She pulled out her phone and searched, only to discover that Xiao San had been an internet celebrity for a long time.

At this time, Futaba also regretted that she never paid attention to these social news.

After school, Futaba waited in the convenience store for two hours and finally waited for Kozo to come buy an energy drink.

Just as he was about to speak, three girls in shrine maiden costumes suddenly rushed in: "Seniors! Can you teach us how to get rid of demons?"

That’s it, top looks, top education, top abilities… the all-round Xiao San is very popular (￣O￣)ノ.

However, with Futaba's unremitting efforts, she successfully invited him to her home and seduced him.

Dusk shines through the gauze curtains, casting an ambiguous warm light on the living room floor...

Futaba Rio curled up on the fabric sofa, her damp flaxen hair spreading over her shoulders. Drops of water slid down the ends of her hair into the collar of her white cotton shirt, leaving a translucent mark on her collarbone.

She looked at the black-haired young man sitting opposite her, and suddenly felt that his silhouette-like figure seemed to melt in the sunset.

"Yukinoshita-san, are you willing to date me?" The moment she blurted out these words, she saw the other man's fingertips holding the teacup pause in mid-air. The steam rising from the rim of the cup blurred his handsome features, but made his eyes even clearer in the mist.

"Sorry, I'm already dating someone." Xiao San put down the teacup without even making a sound, and his slender fingers were folded in his knees.

He was wearing a neatly ironed light grey turtleneck sweater today, with his black hair hanging down above his eyelashes. He looked like an ink painting immersed in the moonlight.

Rio clenched the phone hidden under the pillow, the screen still stuck on the picture she had secretly taken yesterday...In the library in the afternoon, a young man was leaning over to explain the electromagnetic formula to her.

"I don't believe it." Futaba heard the dampness of the bathroom in her own voice, "How could someone like you...who is so perfect that it seems unreal, suddenly have a girlfriend?" The tremor at the end of her words betrayed her.

Obviously, she wouldn't believe these words coming out of her mouth.

Kozo sighed and took out his cell phone. When the photo came into view, Rio felt a sharp tinnitus in his ears... On the screen, Sakurajima Mai was intimately touching Kozo Yukinoshita's cheek, and her bright red lips were almost kissing the corner of his eyes. Although Kozo seemed a little restrained, his hand on the other's waist showed familiarity.

"This was taken by Sakuta a week ago." Kouzo slid his finger across the screen, showing more daily photos.

There's a scene where Mai is wearing her home clothes and tying his tie for him...