I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

The panic intensified, to the point that some people could barely walk.

But Xia Wuzhao was walking ahead, so she could only follow suit.

Standing at the doorway, she looked inside.

But to his astonishment, he discovered that Risa Yajima seemed to disregard him.

A mix of emotions welled up inside her.

Chapter 32 Going against the grain is the shortest mud path

Was it intentional?

Could there be some kind of conspiracy?

Asahi hesitated, looking at the usual routine, and a sliver of hope, which she had never dared to hope for before, rose in her heart.

Perhaps she didn't realize that Keiko was her mother.

Perhaps she didn't know it was her mother's handkerchief?

She was filled with overwhelming excitement.

She entered the classroom like a machine, her fingers stiff as if they were filled with rusty gears.

When she passed by Risa Yajima, her heart was so scared it felt like it would jump out of her chest.

But Risa Yajima didn't say anything, while her friend said disdainfully, "Get lost! Asahi Aoi."

Aoi took a few quick steps, almost falling, but her limbs went weak as she returned to her seat.

His cowardly appearance prompted the girls to laugh loudly and brazenly.

But Aoi, sitting in the chair, was filled with happiness and joy.

"Incredibly, it wasn't discovered."

She thought about it again and again, and each time she did, she was filled with happiness.

"If I'm not discovered, my life won't be ruined."

The despair in my heart was suddenly swept away, replaced by an almost overflowing happiness.

She remained lost in this reverie for the entire afternoon, only finally snapping out of it as school was about to end.

But I also felt ashamed.

—My previous behavior was really too embarrassing.

She was relieved that Xia Wuzhao hadn't discovered her intentions, yet she also regretted that Xia Wuzhao hadn't discovered her intentions.

Aoi Asahi became anxious and uncertain.

She didn't come to her senses until after school.

By this time, most of the students around had left, except for a few students on duty who hadn't left yet.

Aoi then found the application form and quickly went to find the teacher.

Looking at the application form in his office, Jun Yokokawa smiled knowingly: "As expected, Kai Natsugiri has become a member of the Horticulture Club."

I glanced at the silent Aoi.

She tapped the table: "Alright, your gardening club should be safe now. However, you need to participate in at least one club activity during the May Day holiday to prove that Xia Wuzhao isn't a ghost member, understand?"

"Ah."

Aoi nodded and responded.

"In that case, you may leave." Jun Yokokawa opened the cabinet, put the application form inside, and waved to Aoi Asahi, indicating that she could leave.

As she left the office, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

She ran excitedly toward the horticulture department, eager to see Xia Wuzhao.

Now she felt that all her past troubles had been swept away.

The wind felt exceptionally refreshing, and the sun exceptionally bright.

She felt as light as a feather, almost as if she were about to fly, and running felt like leaping.

With just a slight exertion, the heavy body almost tore through the constraints of gravity.

Pushing open the door to the horticulture department, Xia Wuzhao was sitting inside casually flipping through a book called "Home Vegetable Garden".

She smiled, a smug look on her face, and said, "Xia Wuzhao, you're now a member of the horticulture department."

"is it?"

Xia Wuzhao's expression wasn't particularly excited; in fact, it was rather indifferent.

Before Aoi could say anything more, he glanced at her and said, "In that case, I'm going to get a part-time job."

The girl was taken aback; all her happiness and joy were quickly washed away by the words.

"Do you still have to go to work now?"

She looked at Xia Wuzhao with a sense of disbelief.

"Otherwise what?" Xia Wuzhao replied casually, "If I don't work, I have no way to support myself."

Is that so?

The girl forced a smile and said to Xia Wuzhao, "Then you should go and get a job, but remember to make time during the May Day holiday. We need to hold a gardening club activity."

Xia Wuzhao simply gave a casual reply and left with her lunchbox.

The girl watched Xia Wuzhao's retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh as she sat in the empty clubroom.

The entire room became dimly lit, casting a shimmering glow on the walls.

As the door creaked shut, Aoi hung her head dejectedly, like a flattened rag doll.

Courage, happiness—all the good things were squeezed out, leaving only a weak and gray shell.

She stretched out her hand and looked at her slender fingertips.

Yet I felt so weak that I couldn't even manage to clench my fist.

She couldn't stop thinking about it.

—If I were to stop Xia Wuzhao, she would be sitting here.

"But what exactly is my relationship with Xia Wuzhao? We're just a department head and a member. What reason do I have to interfere in his life?"

"But I'm not willing to accept it."

She couldn't stop thinking about it, yet she couldn't stop regretting it.

Luck and happiness slip through your fingers like sand.

She turned around and reached out to grab the twilight streaming in through the window.

The burning sensation in my palms felt somewhat warm.

"If only I could reach out my hand."

She uttered those words vaguely and indistinctly.

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After leaving school, Xia Wuzhao took the tram to work at an izakaya.

There were few people on the tram, so Xia Wuzhao found a quiet corner to stay in.

Xiao Ai asked in confusion, "Lord Xiawu, Asahi Sunflower clearly wanted you to stay. Why did you find an excuse to leave?"

Xia Wuzhao replied calmly, "Because I need to monitor the progress of Keiko and Yajima's relationship in order to deduce what kind of decision to make."

"Is that so?" Xiao Ai said thoughtfully, "But I feel like you're deliberately avoiding Asahi Aoi, Lady Natsugiri."

"Really?" Xia Wuzhao said casually; "So this is how I did it?"

"Isn't that what you did?" Xiao Ai asked, somewhat angrily.

"Probably not," Xia Wuzhao said. "Because there's no need."

"But I always feel like you're playing a game, controlling Aoi Asahi's feelings."

Xiao Ai said this.

“There are indeed special storylines in the game that can only be triggered in the right emotional range,” Xia Wuzhao said.

Xia Ai was a little annoyed: "Lord Xia Wu, I wasn't talking about games with you."

But Xia Wuzhao didn't answer, so Xiao Ai could only mutter and hide in Xia Wuzhao's pocket, no longer speaking.

It's like a real teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll that brings sunshine to the sky).

Xia Wuzhao silently entered the izakaya as dusk fell, where there were already customers.

Yajima was drowning his sorrows in alcohol in a corner, while Keiko was comforting him affectionately beside him.

Xia Wuzhao often used her work time to try to eavesdrop on Keiko and Yajima's conversations.

Yajima complained, "It's so much better here. That woman at home is always complaining and trying to start a fight. She's such a nuisance. She spends my money every day and still bosses me around. I don't know what kind of husband she wants!"

Keiko, however, did not join in the slander. Instead, she cleverly offered words of comfort: "Mr. Yajima, you and your wife have been together for many years. Be more patient, and you should try to understand your wife better."

But Yajima roared in fury, "I understand her? Why isn't she the one who understands me?! Where is she even a woman anymore? I cried as soon as I got back, and her crying was disgusting!"

"I think we should just let her cry herself to death."

He gritted his teeth, as if cursing an enemy with whom he had a personal grudge.

Chapter 33 The wind that lingered in the air before May

Jiro Yajima was so angry that he wanted to get a divorce on the spot and wished that Momono Yajima would die!

The more Yajima Jiro acted this way, the more Keiko comforted him, telling him not to be so impulsive.

She said insincerely, "Jiro, Momono has been your wife for at least ten years. You two are also raising a lovely girl together."

At this moment, Keiko understood that as long as she praised Yajima Momono, that was all that mattered.

Jiro Yajima will dislike Momono Yajima even more.

Because what he needs now is not correctness, but recognition.

As expected, Yajima Jiro flew into a rage. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What co-parenting! It's me, it's me who earns the money to support them, it's me!"

"Without me, where would they get the money! How would Momono raise them! What skills does she have? Without me, they would all starve to death on the streets. It was me! I gave them everything!"

He was furious.

Once Keiko had achieved her goal, she began to comfort Yajima.

She said something affectionate, and soon Yajima smiled.

As Yajima Jiro drank his sake, he sighed and said, "If only my wife were you."

Keiko pretended to be sad and said, "It's a pity we met at the wrong time."

"No, it's the perfect time. As long as I marry you, that's all that matters," Yajima said drunkenly.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably take advantage of Yajima's drunkenness and make him sign a guarantee right now.

Keiko was not a foolish woman; she knew that when these men were drunk, they would say anything.

But if they wake up, they immediately regret it.

Even if they make a solemn oath, they will immediately turn their backs and deny it.

So Huizi said, "You're drunk, so you shouldn't say things like that."

"I'm not drunk, and I will absolutely keep my word," Yajima Jiro kept saying, despite being disbelieved.

But Keiko kept refusing, and after being refused so many times, Yajima Jiro stopped talking about it.

I'm just a little angry.

His drunken decision was determined to prove something to Huizi.

After he fell into a deep sleep, the gentle expression on Keiko's face vanished instantly.

Instead, he wore an irritated expression, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and skillfully lit it.

He took a deep drag and blew a smoke ring towards Yajima.