How rude, we are pure love!

Could it be that he and I are classmates?

Curiosity arose in the girl's heart.

*

After the school bell rang, Qingye picked up his schoolbag and started his journey home.

And the moment I stepped out of the classroom door, I saw a figure standing quietly in the corridor not far from the classroom.

The two people's eyes met inadvertently.

This is……

Qingye raised an eyebrow.

Her long black hair falls down softly, decorated with a white headband, adding a touch of intelligence. Her facial features are delicate and beautiful, and her deep red eyes are like red wine that has been deposited for many years, making people indulge in it.

The clothes she wore were the same as everyone else's, just an ordinary student uniform, but she exuded an elegant and quiet temperament. She had a slender figure and a good posture. Under the clean plaid skirt, a pair of translucent black stockings tightly adhered to her straight legs, exuding a charming aura that firmly attracted the attention of others.

Senior sister, Kasumigaoka Utaha.

as well as……

"Loser."

It can be called an enhanced version of Xiaoju.

Although it is an enhanced version, being able to sit at the same table with Xiaoju already shows the value of this loser level!

Of course, despite all the complaints, Qingye still admired this beautiful girl very much. There were many reasons for his admiration, including her unique pride and her seemingly bold but actually somewhat shy heart...

"It seems that Senior should be the second loser."

Qingye thought silently, he didn't think the other party was waiting for him. After all, the two of them had no intersection before. Even in terms of light novels, she released hers earlier than him and had already passed the lowest period. There was no chance for him to recommend novels to her.

Now, she should have her heart tied to that otaku with glasses.

How should I put it? He doesn't want to interfere with other people's love affairs, but he still hopes that girls can pursue love with more dignity.

Qingye shook his head and passed by her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes shifted slightly, and she looked at him deeply.

*

Saturday is a sacred day of rest, no school or tutoring.

Today, it is Banai's turn to meet the Lord!

"Which clothes should I wear?"

In the bedroom filled with the sweet atmosphere of a young girl, the blue-haired girl placed the spring and summer clothes in the closet on the bed one by one, with a serious expression, just like a warrior choosing armor before going to war.

Today she is going to Chiba to find her junior schoolmate.

Ever since they had been living apart, she would take the tram every holiday to replenish her energy.

Although long distance is a little difficult, a proper sense of distance can also bring freshness, and freshness is the raw material for brewing romance, and it is also a good way to make relationships full of vitality - perhaps this is also the reason why childhood sweethearts cannot withstand the one who comes from heaven.

But that's okay.

Now I am the one who descended from the sky!

Today, continue to attack the boy boldly, and then defeat other childhood sweethearts who are trying to steal food!

Banaijian confidently picked out a white dress with ruffles and put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror for a while and then changed her clothes.

Compared to other girls her age, she didn't have many clothes. After all, her family was not well off. She usually saved some pocket money, but most of it was spent on food. And recently, she had to pay for the round-trip fare...

At this moment, her cell phone suddenly vibrated twice.

The girl took off her shirt, picked it up and took a look at it.

"Pure Love Warrior: Where are you now?"

"The girl who doesn't like to eat: Still at home, humph, are you looking forward to it and can't wait, little brother?"

"Pure Love Warrior: I'm at your house."

Ba Nai tilted her head, momentarily unable to comprehend the message. After a full five seconds, she slowly widened her eyes and quickly drew aside the curtains. Sure enough, in an open space not far away, a boy in a crisp short-sleeved shirt was standing there.

She quickly closed the curtains again, put one hand on her chest, her pretty face slightly flushed, and she finally understood something.

He came to me on his own initiative...isn't this a two-way relationship?

"The girl who doesn't like to eat: Wait for me for ten minutes... Just five minutes!"

After a while, a girl wearing the same short-sleeved shirt hurriedly opened the door and walked to Qingye's side.

"Why did Qingye-kun come to Tokyo?" Yanai asked even though he knew the answer.

"I'm just here to collect materials." The writer was still arrogant.

After a pause, he continued, "What kind of food is Miss Banaijian interested in today?"

"Huh? Is this the only impression I have left in your eyes?"

The blue-haired girl patted his back in dissatisfaction, then she quickly walked up to the boy, pulled her baseball cap, and smiled brightly.

"But, I do have a place I want you to go with me."

*

Clang, snap.

Clang, snap.

"So, this is where you wanted to come?"

Qingye looked around with interest. This was the baseball batting cage in the mall, and the sounds of bats and baseballs hitting each other echoed. He hadn't expected Yanaijian to come to a place like this. Normally, this was only the kind that would happen when burning salt...

It’s better not to tell her the latter sentence.

"because!"

Swing.

"I want!"

Snapped.

"lose weight!"

The ball flew out.

"If you want to lose weight, don't use a children's baseball bat." Qingye complained with his arms crossed.

Banaijian stood in the batter's box full of energy, wearing sportswear and a blue helmet, which seemed inexplicably appropriate. Whenever a slow ball came out of the machine, she would clumsily hit it back with the bat, shouting childish interjections while hitting, which inexplicably made her feel like a lemon.

However, compared to Lemon's bold and boyish demeanor, which rivaled that of the sports club, the blue-haired girl exuded an aura more like, "I went out on a date with my boyfriend today, and I accidentally revealed a different side of myself."

Fortunately, Lemon won't see this, Qingye said silently in his heart.

At this time, Banaijian seemed to feel that the children's area was too unchallenging, so he turned and walked towards the 70-kilometer batting area and continued playing.

But the sudden increase in the speed of the ball made her unable to react. The bat she swung missed, and her body spun around and fell to the ground. Her fair cheeks were slightly red, and she smiled at Qingye shyly and pitifully. Her cute look made Qingye's heart move.

Oh no, it really showed her a contrasting side.

"Kiyono-kun, it's your turn. It feels so good to hit the ball!"

When Banai saw him, he stood up with a shout, patted his pants carelessly, and jumped to his side.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. First, I'll aim for a perfect hit!"

In fact, Qingye really likes sports. He thinks his ideal image should also have a passionate athletic side. The boy moved his arms eagerly, and then put on special white batting gloves and a helmet.

Behind him, Ba Nai saw his eyes flickering slightly.

This is her real purpose!

Thinking of this, the girl quietly called out Atong.

[Ball Sense: You will adjust the most suitable hitting movements for baseballs based on your body's feeling. With hard practice, you will become stronger. At the same time, after extreme special training, your next game will be greatly improved, but the effect will gradually decrease after that.]

This is the only useful attribute she can currently redeem for clearing the jungle, and she has always wanted to try it out to see its effect.

Moreover, baseball can be said to be the most popular sport in Japan, as can be seen from the endless stream of comics. There are many reasons for this, for example, baseball is both a team sport and emphasizes one-on-one confrontation, which makes it more entertaining; for example, miracles are easy to happen, even if the score is hugely behind, there is still a possibility of a comeback with one goal, which can easily excite the participants and the audience.

Yanaijian didn't want Qingye to become a professional athlete - it was enough to see the boy's handsome side in sports occasionally.

After getting dressed, Qingye stands in the batter's box and puts in the token.

The ball speed is chosen to be 100 kilometers, which is a lower speed in the ordinary area - but for newcomers, it is already a difficult challenge.

Under the girl's gaze, Qingye raised his bat and stared at the ball machine.

——Buzz.

The first ball was empty.

Qingye didn't swing the bat, he was just observing the speed and trajectory of the ball. The balls in the batting cage all had a fixed speed, and as long as he remembered it, he could easily hit the ball out.

On the second and third pitches, he began to try to lift the bat, but it still missed. But the timing was right, just the posture was not right. Maybe he needed to bend his right arm a little more.

As he thought this, he hit the fourth ball accurately with his bat and sent it flying into the net next to him.

The feel is still a bit bad, the height needs to be adjusted.

Clang, snap, snap.

Next, he didn't miss a single shot in the 100-kilometer range.

"Could it be... I'm still a hidden baseball genius!?"

Qingye stared at his hands in a daze. The feeling that every move he made could lead to gradual improvement made him feel inflated.

Ba Naijian showed a gentle smile.

He moved to the batting cage 110 kilometers away, but still only missed the first two balls he deliberately missed.

——clang.

With the last stroke, the ball flew straight up with great force.

"So cool! This shot touched my heart!"

The setting sun passed through the barbed wire, and the blue-haired girl called out in a sweet voice from behind like a sweet girlfriend, attracting the attention of others and making Qingye feel a little embarrassed.

*

The orange glow poured into the art classroom through the window, dyeing Eriri's dazzling blonde hair a honey-like color. At this moment, the quiet girl was holding a paintbrush in her white hands, painting her own world on the drawing board in front of her.

This scene obviously fits perfectly with the young men's imagination of youth and beautiful girls - if we ignore the extremely exposed heroine on the paper.

After finishing the last stroke, Eriri stretched contentedly and packed up her drawing tools and notebook. But what puzzled her was...

“Why does it feel like there are one or two missing?”

The blonde girl frowned. This was her exclusive private classroom. The door was usually locked. Logically, no one should dare to come in, so she could draw in the book with peace of mind. But now, she suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Could it have been stolen? But her illustrated book wasn't worth much. At the comic convention, she could buy as many as she wanted for 1,000 yen. Who would steal something like that?

She was more afraid of her identity as a book artist being exposed than her belongings being taken away! What if she was coerced into saying, "You don't want this to happen..."?

Just as Eriri was falling into worry, she received another depressing message.

[Eri, it's club time! We're all waiting for you!]

Eriri Sawamura sighed. Things had finally turned out like this.

Her childhood sweetheart had only taken the initiative to ask her twice. Although she appeared angry and cold on the surface, she 'reluctantly' agreed after he talked a lot of nonsense, just like the relationship status between the two of them had always been.

Perhaps, she had been looking forward to spending time with her childhood sweetheart from the beginning, and she was only angry that her childhood sweetheart was working hard for another girl.

It was obviously a happy thing to play games with Tomoya Aki. In fact, she started to get involved in painting because of Tomoya Aki. But for some reason, she felt a little anxious recently.

She couldn't fit into the youthful and inspirational atmosphere.

Eriri vaguely realized the reason - she would have to invest a lot of time and energy in her childhood friend's gaming club, but from the perspective of an artist, she would not be able to make any progress or grow.