I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

The corridor was crowded, with most people relaxing or chatting with their classmates.

It's a little irritating, like it's summer.

—The incessant chirping of cicadas could be heard everywhere.

And so we arrived at the club building and in front of the Literature Department.

A green-haired girl leaned against the wall, her hair fluttering slightly in the early spring breeze.

He turned his head to the side, looking down, seemingly gazing at something.

His expression was also somewhat gloomy.

But her cheeks, under the warm midday sun, almost seemed to glow.

"It's Asakawa Asaka."

Xiao Ai whispered in Xia Wuzhao's mind, "Lord Xia Wuzhao, what are you going to do?"

"Do nothing."

Xia Wuzhao replied, then slowly walked to the door and unlocked it with her key.

During this period, he did not visit Asakawa Yo even once.

Asakawa Yo didn't look at him even once.

"click"

The door was pushed open, and Xia Wuzhao went in and closed the door.

He sat down in the chair and picked up a book to read.

"I wonder what Asakawa Yo wants to do." Xiao Ai twirled the bag in Xia Wuzhao's pocket. "I can't sense any demonic energy either."

Xia Wuzhao wasn't as anxious as Xiao Ai; instead, she seemed indifferent.

As I flipped through the book, the door, which had been tightly closed, creaked open again.

Asakawa Yo went inside, then turned around and closed the door.

"This is the Literature Club," Xia Wuzhao casually reminded them. "Non-members are not allowed to come in."

"I understand." Asakawa Yo sat down in a chair next to Natsume Kai.

"Then what are you still doing here?" Xia Wuzhao looked up at Qianchuan Yao with a calm gaze: "If you want to join a club, you'll have to wait until after school."

"If it's something else, then the Faculty of Letters can't help either."

Hearing Xia Wuzhao's words, Qianchuan Yao couldn't help but frown.

"You really don't know what I'm going to do?"

"Didn't you come here to join the Literature Club?" Xia Wuzhao looked at her hesitantly.

"No."

Asakawa Yo said to Natsugiri Kai, "I came here just to tell you something."

"Oh." Xia Wuzhao acted as if she didn't care at all, letting Qianchuan Yao say whatever she wanted, but it was uncertain whether she would listen or not.

This attitude is extremely bad; anyone who sees it would be angry.

But she just frowned and didn't think anything of it.

"I hope you will stop helping me."

She said those words.

The warm sunlight outside the window illuminated the Literature Department brightly. Some people even felt hot sitting inside.

Are you suffering from heatstroke?

Xia Wuzhao looked her over, somewhat puzzled.

"Tsk." Asakawa Yo clicked her tongue slightly. "Do you really have to pretend to be like this? Don't you think it's silly?"

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Xia Wuzhao shrugged, indicating that she did not understand.

Asakawa Yo took a deep breath: "When I was talking about what happened before, when those girls came to bother me, didn't you come to my rescue?"

"So that counts as getting out of trouble?" Xia Wuzhao looked at Qianchuan Yao with a rather strange expression.

Asakawa Yo's eyes also turned to Natsume Kai: "Isn't that right?"

"Why is that?" Xia Wuzhao asked in return.

“I think so.” The girl turned her head away, not looking at Xia Wuzhao, but instead surveying her surroundings: “If you weren’t helping me out of this predicament, you probably wouldn’t have said anything.”

"Moreover, they also helped me out of a tight spot on the bus yesterday."

Xia Wuzhao chuckled, his expression showing he had lost interest in the conversation: "If you say so, then so be it."

"So, you're admitting it?"

“I’m telling you,” Xia Wuzhao emphasized, “has anyone ever told you that you’re narcissistic? Perhaps that’s why you don’t have any friends. You should consider changing that.”

"People have said that about you before," Xiao Ai muttered to Xia Wuzhao.

"Really? I forgot." Xia Wuzhao's reply was calm, but Xiao Ai remained silent.

"Whatever happens, happens."

Asakawa Yo turned her head and looked at Xia Wuzhao: "I don't want you to do these things to help me, whether you admit it or not."

"I hate this, so can I stop doing it?"

Her voice was soft, yet as heavy as the mountains.

“I’m tired of talking to you about this.” Xia Wuzhao didn’t answer, but picked up the book next to her again and looked at it: “If you came here just to say this kind of nonsense, then you can leave.”

Asakawa Yo did not get up to leave. She calmly said, "If you think you can get my attention this way, you are very wrong."

“I will not notice you, or even be interested in you, because of this unauthorized help.”

"I would never fall for a guy who has two lovers, so you should give up."

"First, Asahi and Kirishima are just friends," Natsuki emphasized. "Second, I would never fall for someone as presumptuous as you."

Chapter 388 Standing on Tiptoes by the Railing [4k]

Xia Wuzhao spoke with absolute certainty, while he looked on with amusement.

Asakawa Yo looked at Natsume Kai, but the expression on her face did not change because of his words.

In fact, it was so bland that Xia Wuzhao wondered if Qianchuan Yao had even heard what she said.

"Hey~~~ Did you hear what I said?"

"Of course I heard it," Asakawa Yo said softly.

“But I feel like you didn’t hear me,” Xia Wuzhao said casually. “Then I’ll say it again.”

"Stop being delusional. That kind of thing wasn't meant to help you. Don't get the wrong idea."

Xia Wuzhao emphasized this point.

Asakawa Yo looked out the window, where tender green cherry blossom leaves were swaying. The brown treetops were also trembling in the wind, which seemed to have some substance.

"No matter what, don't do that kind of thing again."

After saying that, she got up and left: "I hate this."

"You can't control me, Asakawa-kun."

Xia Wuzhao said this to Qianchuan Yao's back, but Qianchuan Yao showed no lingering affection and said nothing.

He simply left the Literature Department leisurely, closing the door behind him.

Xiao Ai muttered, "It seems that your method is not working, Lord Xia Wu."

"What method?" Xia Wuzhao asked back, "I haven't done anything yet."

"Yes, yes, Lord Xiawu."

Xiao Ai smiled secretly.

Xia Wuzhao pinched Xiao Ai expressionlessly, making a mess of the teru teru bozu, causing Xiao Ai to beg for mercy repeatedly.

So there was nothing else to do at noon.

He read for a while, then decided to take a short break.

Just as she closed the book, Chiho quietly walked in.

Like a little fox, quiet and stealthy.

"What are you doing?"

He turned his head to look at Chiho, who looked like a little thief.

"It's nothing." Chiho put her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks.

She found a place to sit down and kicked Xia Wuzhao's calf with her leg crossed.

"I just saw Asakawa Yo walk out of here."

"Oh."

Xia Wuzhao's expression was very calm and ordinary.

Talking about Asakawa Yo is like talking about a completely unrelated person.

"Eh~~"

Chiho leaned back in her chair, her chin resting on her arm: "Do you think this kind of perfunctory answer is enough?"

"I think that's enough." Xia Wuzhao thought for a moment, "After all, there's not much else to say."

"Humph."

She rocked back and forth in her chair, her hair swaying with it. "It's so fake, Natsugiri. With a relationship like ours, what's there to hide?"

"We are just ordinary classmates."

Xia Wuzhao said this.

"That's really sad." Chiho wasn't angry at all; she just rocked her chair in a childish way. "If we were just ordinary classmates, would she do the things we've done before?"

It blinks its eyes so cutely, they twinkle and sparkle.

Perhaps it was because of the wicked smile that it seemed a bit cunning.

"What did you do?"

"That's how it is—there are other things like that too."

He deliberately drew out the sound, as sticky and cohesive as honey, yet as resilient as silk.

With an ambiguous, flirtatious smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Shaking her head, Xia Wuzhao put the book back into the bookshelf she was reaching for: "I'm going to sleep."

With a creak, Chiho suddenly stood up.

She walked over to Xia Wuchao, leaned on her shoulder and said, "How mean you are, saying such mean things."

Xia Wuzhao ignored her and simply closed her eyes to relieve her fatigue.

Chiho moved a chair and sat down next to Natsugiri Kai. She looked up at the ceiling of the Literature Club; there was nothing to see, just a bare expanse of white.

There were even some cracks in the edges and corners, revealing the gray cement wall underneath.

"It's a bit boring."

With a somewhat dejected sigh, Chiho seemed to have lost all her energy.

She nudged Xia Wuzhao next to her unhappily: "Do more fun things, otherwise it's too boring."

Are you very unhappy?

"Of course I'm unhappy!"

The tone was exaggerated, as if you suddenly encountered a monster standing in front of you after turning a corner.