I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

The reason can be simply that people spend more time at school than at home.

At home, aside from eating and sleeping, you only have two or three hours a day. But if you add the restriction that the whole family is there, and the restriction that your parents won't ask you any questions, then you're in a difficult situation.

How much time do we actually spend together?

Perhaps for this reason, the so-called home seems like a mirage, lacking any real feeling.

School life, however, was so vibrant and real that it made these girls' heads spin.

They are willing to maintain their superior interpersonal relationships at school, and are willing to devote more time and more dignity to it.

But today the girls encountered a problem—Risa Yajima was always sullen.

She frowned, as if she was worried about something.

He couldn't even maintain his normal posture, appearing overly gloomy.

"Risa, what's wrong with you today?"

A girl patted Risa on the shoulder with a grin.

Risa Yajima glanced at the girl before saying, "It's nothing."

"But you seem sullen."

"I'm just in a bad mood."

As Risa Yajima spoke, she finally composed herself: "Besides, what you're saying is incredibly boring. Aren't there any other good places to go during the May Day holiday?"

She clicked her tongue.

The other girls burst into laughter: "We're just a small seaside town. The only place to see during the May Day holiday is with tourists, or you can go to Senrin Shrine. But that shrine is extremely old. Basically, nobody goes there, and even if you do, there aren't any shrine maidens or anything like that."

Risa Yajima sighed and seemed quite disappointed. After the girls learned about Risa Yajima's troubles, they started discussing interesting things with each other.

Risa Yajima simply watched, occasionally offering a few words of reply.

"I can't expose my family's discord in front of others, otherwise I'll definitely be ridiculed."

Risa Yajima didn't want her status in the class to drop because of her family situation, so she could only hide her handkerchief and not talk to these people.

Xia Wuzhao smiled slightly as she watched this scene.

—It was at the shoe cabinet in the teaching building that Xia Wuzhao finally saw Asahi Aoi.

She stood alone in front of the shoe cabinet, her body thin and her face somewhat pale.

Even her hair was somewhat dull and lifeless, and she looked as if she were about to collapse as she stood there.

She leaned against the shoe cabinet, bending over.

Slightly lift your lower leg and run your fingers along your bare ankle to hook off the loafer.

After repeating this process several times, I finally took off both loafers and put them in the closet before stepping on my indoor shoes.

Asahi's skin was abnormally pale, and her thin body evoked pity.

But she just kept her head down, her thick bangs obscuring her expression.

This only made things seem more somber, causing others to instinctively avoid the area.

Xia Wuzhao only stood at a distance and watched for a while before returning to the classroom.

After he left, Aoi Asahi finally looked up.

She sighed subtly, "I was going to say hello."

"Hey, move aside."

A girl called out to Asahi Aoi, indicating that Asahi Aoi was blocking her shoe cabinet.

Aoi remained silent, even though she knew she hadn't actually blocked the girl's shoe locker. It was just that the girl disliked her and didn't want to stand next to her.

But she didn't argue; she just left.

"Natsugiri Kai, you probably hate me now."

Asahi Aoi silently pondered Natsumi Kai's actions just now.

"Why should I care about Xia Wuzhao?"

"Perhaps it's because he was the first to discover the problem with herbs, or perhaps it's because he and I are both unconventional and eccentric."

Asahi Aoi thought: Perhaps it was because Natsugiri Kai's behavior was strange and he always said nonsensical things that she was able to stand in front of him with a normal mindset.

"Perhaps that's why I don't want to admit defeat in front of him. — It's because he's one of my own that I'm so hypocritical. I fabricate my own family and put on that strong facade as if it were a mask."

Thinking this, she quickly walked through the crowd and nimbly entered the classroom.

Xia Wuzhao was still sitting in the first row, appearing indifferent and aloof.

I don't have any friends around me.

Back in her seat, Asahi Aoi had already skillfully opened her textbook and begun studying.

There might be laughter around, some faint, some faint, but Aoi didn't care.

She studied wholeheartedly, preparing to surpass Xia Wuzhao in the quiz next week before the May Day holiday ends.

These times used to be painful, but today Aoi felt a little cheerful.

—As soon as it's noon, you can go to the stairwell.

Thinking this way, it seemed as if the snickers and disdainful glances around me had disappeared.

"As long as Mom doesn't reveal her relationship with her, then this little thing that can be called happiness won't be broken."

As noon approached, she became increasingly anxious and excited.

Sometimes, she would even think involuntarily.

"If I changed the competition requirement to joining the horticulture department..."

Will Natsume Kai agree?

"He should agree, as long as I use the right method."

"Once he joins the gardening club, I won't have to look forward to lunchtime every day anymore. And I'll have somewhere to go after school."

"It would be great if he would join the horticulture department."

Chapter 27 The Entangled Rusty Spring

Every morning after class, a large crowd would gather around Risa Yajima.

But Risa Yajima was a little angry because the reason she was holding the handkerchief was to open it at school by the corner to see what was inside.

But now, there's simply no way to do this without the people around you not paying attention.

Faced with the questions from the girls around her, she could only give them perfunctory answers, while pondering what she should do.

However, even during the relatively long period between classes, they couldn't escape this annoying scene, and they had to hold hands to go to the toilet together.

This left Risa Yajima utterly helpless, leaving her with no choice but to deal with it casually.

Sometimes, when the girls talk about sunflowers, they even make fun of them.

"Look how gloomy Asahi is now, I really don't know what it will be like when it gets to the Second New Tokyo."

"It'll probably turn into a mushroom."

"A dark, round mushroom? Huh! How ridiculous."

"Ugh, I get it, I get it! It's disgusting!"

The girls laughed heartily; the sunflower seemed to be a common joke. Every time it was mentioned, they would inexplicably laugh.

Their joy drew envious glances from many.

—This is the rosy color of youth, laughing together, spending time with friends, and feeling extremely happy just like that.

Even if the joy we feel now is fake, when we look back on it later, it will feel more real than the real thing itself.

Looking back, I miss each one more than the last.

Pain is only memorable at the time, but it is gradually worn away by time.

But this is not something to be thankful for.

Just because you want to have some good things after you grow up, does that mean you can forget the painful, almost tearful self you were on that day?

As people grow up, they find it difficult to empathize with their childhood selves.

The girls' chattering laughter, like birdsong, and the envious glances of others created a flowing atmosphere in the classroom, filling it completely.

It engulfs everyone.

Aoi was also caught up in it, but she didn't care.

It's like the blue sky outside, a brilliant light that catches your eye, carrying warm air that envelops you and breaks down the barriers between you and your eyes.

This light is happiness, the only straw to grasp.

It's already the end of the fourth period. Once I finish this problem, I can go find Xia Wuzhao.

Just like the plums in the distance, they made her mouth full of saliva.

Before long, she solved the difficult problem.

Unable to contain her excitement, she stood up and ran towards the door.

She knew that her overly eager behavior would attract attention.

So the sunflower lowered its head.

He was only thinking about the method he had previously devised to get Xia Wuzhao to join the horticulture club.

"It will definitely succeed, it will absolutely succeed."

The more she thought about it, the more she looked forward to it.

A series of hallucinations began to appear before my eyes, as if I could already see that beautiful future, as lovely as a rose.

She was so engrossed in it that she seemed to have forgotten herself.

Risa Yajima, who had been struggling with how to untangle the folds in her handkerchief, finally found her chance.

After secretly slipping the scissors and handkerchief into her skirt pocket, Risa Yajima stood up to leave.

Her companion looked at her and said, "Risa, what are you going to do?"

Risa Yajima glanced at her and said, "Go touch up your makeup!"

Her companion immediately understood what she meant and couldn't help but laugh.

Risa Yajima rolled her eyes.

But she was a little panicked, afraid that she had been exposed, so she quickly walked towards the door.

The faster you go, the more likely you are to have an accident.

Anxious Risa Yajima and Aoi Asahi collided like flint.

"boom--"

The two girls fell heavily to the ground at the same time, making a terrifying yet faint sound.

The classroom fell silent as everyone secretly watched this scene.

They all felt uneasy, fearing that Risa Yajima would take her anger out on them.

Everyone was thinking that Asahi was going to get scolded again today.

Before Risa Yajima could react, her friend suddenly stood up, as if to show her loyalty, and amidst the annoyed looks of others, angrily slammed her hand on the table and walked straight up to Aoi Asahi.

She was furious, her permed hair ends resembling a menacing monster: "Aoi Asahi, are you doing this on purpose? Can't you even see where you're going? Did your hair gouge out your eyes?"

Aoi just kept her head down, apologizing repeatedly.

"In the past, I would have been more afraid. But now, I don't feel that way at all, which is really strange."

"It's like all of this is just air; I don't seem to care much about it."

"Perhaps I'm just too concerned about something that will happen in a short while."

With these thoughts in mind, Aoi, maintaining her timid demeanor, braced herself against the wooden floor and struggled to her feet.

"sorry."