I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"It seems that only the two of us are left." She walked to Xia Wuzhao's side and smiled gently.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at the boys who were still huddled together, seemingly talking about nothing, and nodded.

The two found a spot and began practicing.

—It wasn't intense at all; it was more like something an elderly couple would do.

You call me, I call you back, slowly and deliberately.

Aoi Asahi enjoyed this, because it had been a long time since she had done anything with Kai Natsugiri together.

She seemed very happy.

"I'm so happy." Chiho hit the tennis ball, sending it flying and hitting the surrounding wire mesh.

She and Asakawa Yo fought fiercely, and soon Asakawa Yo was panting heavily.

"What does this have to do with you?"

Asakawa Yo complained breathlessly, she was exhausted. She picked up her racket and went to retrieve the tennis ball that had fallen to the side.

After bending down to pick up the ball, he walked back to where he had been.

Chiho came to her side and said with a smile, "Aoi is my friend, and I'm happy for her happiness."

"She's such a good liar."

While inwardly grumbling, Asakawa Yo said to her as if she were angry, "Don't you also like Natsugiri Kai? Now that you see Aoi looking so happy, you're probably dying of jealousy. You might even be cursing Aoi and Natsugiri in your heart."

Chiho narrowed her eyes, her scarlet pupils appearing too sharp at this moment, making Asakawa Yo instinctively want to avoid that gaze.

But she looked at Chiho with a firm expression, gripping her racket.

—I'm not afraid of you.

Asakawa Yo told Chiho about this.

"Hmph." After letting out a strange laugh, Chiho said slowly, "Now I finally know why you're unpopular, Asakawa Yo."

“It’s just that you think I’m unpopular,” Asakawa Yao retorted sharply. “I only need to be popular with myself. It would be truly pathetic if I hated myself.”

Hearing this, Chiho shook her racket and gave her a mischievous grin; "You still seem to have a lot of energy, Asakawa-kun. Let's keep practicing, maybe we'll get some praise from the teacher."

—This is clearly a case of settling personal scores under the guise of official business.

Thinking to herself, Asakawa Yo took a deep breath.

"How can I allow myself to be looked down upon!"

She tossed the tennis ball and slammed it down hard on Chiho.

Chiho was quite adept at it, frequently using different techniques to make Asakawa Yo run around. But she herself rarely ran, appearing completely unfazed.

Before long, Asakawa Yo was drenched in sweat.

She could clearly feel that her underwear was almost soaked through, her skin felt like it was being pricked with needles, and her cheeks were flushed pink.

Her hair was limp and stuck to her face, and she was so tired that some strands even fell into her mouth.

"How about it?" Chiho said with a smile. "Asakawa-kun, if you admit defeat, you can take a break."

But Asakawa Yo leaned on her racket like she was using crutches: "Even if I want to rest now, there's nothing you can do about it."

After saying that, she found a shady corner to sit down.

—By this time, many people are exhausted. Those who want to drink water should go drink water, and those who want to rest should go rest.

Chiho smiled with relief and walked over to Asakawa Yo's side, where she sat down.

Looking at Aoi Asahi and Kai Natsugiri who were still playing tennis, she said to Yo Asakawa, "You've changed a bit since before."

"Oh?" Asakawa Yo said breathlessly, sounding somewhat tired, "I don't think so. I feel like I've never changed."

"Asakawa-kun used to be like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end."

"Hehe, I don't think so."

“Then let’s just call it a porcupine.” Chiho didn’t mind Asakawa Yo’s rebuttal at all: “In short, it’s the kind of animal that actively shoots out spikes.”

"While this can sometimes protect you, more often it can hurt those who want to help you."

Chiho spoke these words slowly, as if she were comforting Asakawa Yo.

However, for no apparent reason, Asakawa Yo felt very angry.

She pursed her lips and said firmly, "You underestimate me. Compared to those who help me, I've always believed that protecting myself is the most important thing."

"Apart from that, everything else is insignificant. Are we really going to endure harm just because of an unknown possibility?"

No trauma is too small to be ignored.

After saying that, Asakawa Yo wanted to stand up and get a drink of water.

"It really is Asakawa-kun."

Chiho watched Asakawa Yo stand up and couldn't help but chuckle: "As expected, she would say that. Just as I thought."

"If I had to choose, I would make the same choice as you."

"Ok?"

Asakawa Yo looked at Chiho with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on with this girl.

—Just a moment ago I was trying to convince myself, but now I'm agreeing with myself?

"Chichi."

With a sly smile, Chiho played with a strand of hair between her fingers: "Everything I said just now was a lie."

This made Asakawa Yo even more confused.

Was the first thing you said a lie, or the last thing you said a lie?

She didn't understand, and she didn't want to think about it.

As they walked toward the pool, Chiho stood up and followed beside her.

"Compared to before, you've become less prickly now," Chiho said, her tone almost like a criticism.

"It's such a pity that Asakawa-san's special qualities are gradually fading away."

Asakawa Yo stiffened slightly.

"It seems, it seems that's indeed the case."

As she carefully recalled her days, she found that Chiho was actually quite right.

She now rarely does things that she used to do.

"You've just misunderstood," Asakawa Yo said, and then quickly walked away.

But Chiho followed her like a ghost: "I thought Asakawa-san couldn't lie. You used to say everything directly. At most, you would just stay silent."

"I never expected that he would learn to be perfunctory with others. It seems he has really gone astray."

She covered her forehead, looking melancholy.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Asakawa Yo said with great annoyance, and she finally made up her mind to ignore Chiho.

"No, this has something to do with me." Chiho shook her racket at her, looking cute and delicate.

Asakawa Yo was amused and turned to look at Chiho: "Oh? What does this have to do with you? Is it because you're the class president?"

"No, of course not."

Chiho said this with a smile.

But immediately, the expression on his face melted away, turning into a distant and unfamiliar one.

This left Asakawa Yo somewhat puzzled.

“It was Natsugiri who changed you,” Chiho said slowly. “Didn’t you feel it?”

"The clever Asakawa-san must be able to sense it."

Her crimson hair swayed slightly: "Since it's related to Xia Wu, then it's related to me."

"boring."

Asakawa Yo said this and then turned and left.

Chiho simply smiled and watched her retreating figure.

Chapter 432 The Sweet and Sour Flavor of Pineapple [4k]

At the vending machine, Asakawa Yo bought a bottle of water and drank it.

It was cool and refreshing, which helped to dissipate a lot of the heat in my body.

However, she was not happy.

"I haven't changed. Although I'm not the same as before, that doesn't mean I've changed."

Her fingers crunched on the bottle, making a creaking sound, but she still felt uneasy.

He drank the beverage in one gulp and threw it into the nearby trash can.

She reached out and tidied her slightly messy hair, gazing at the red-haired Kirishima Chiho from afar.

"If I become suspicious and paranoid just because of some of her words, then I've changed from before, and that's when I've become weak."

Taking a deep breath, she returned to the court once again.

"I thought you would hide."

Chiho smiled.

But Asakawa Yo looked at her and said, "I will never desert my post, no matter what."

Chiho narrowed her eyes and simply smiled.

It was a very polite, very standard smile, but one that didn't quite convey genuine emotion. It was like a programmed smile, yet it was still beautiful enough.

The two started practicing tennis again, and Chiho still seemed to be in complete control.

Asakawa Yo was still running around, as if nothing had changed.

However, Asakawa Yo actually fought even more fiercely.

She exerted herself even more, perhaps not caring about winning or losing, but simply wanting to make Chiho look disheveled from running around.

Chiho, who was initially at ease, began to struggle slightly.

Before long, she was also covered in a fine sweat.

Asakawa Yo looked even more disheveled, covered in dust and sweat.

"I said—would you like to rest for a while?"

Chiho made the suggestion with a smile, looking at the sun: "The sun seems to be getting bigger and bigger these days."

"Do you think I would agree?" Asakawa Yo mocked Chiho's naiveté.

Chiho clicked her tongue in amazement, and then she started teasing Asakawa Yo again.

However, under Asakawa Yo's method of causing losses to both sides, she gradually began to feel somewhat fatigued.

When Xia Wuzhao and Asahi Kui got tired of playing, they sat in a corner to cool off.

The two remained silent as they looked at the disheveled Asakawa Yo and the sweaty Chiho.

After a moment of silence, Aoi suddenly said, "Chiho is going to win."

“I think Asakawa Yo might win.” Xia Wuzhao looked at the two in the distance: “Asakawa Yo just wants to make Chiho sweat and look just as disheveled, but Chiho wants to make Asakawa Yo admit defeat. No matter how you look at it, Asakawa Yo’s goal is easier to achieve.”

Xia Wuzhao spoke very rationally.

Aoi remained silent for a moment, then quietly inhaled her own scent.

They quietly moved further away from Xia Wuzhao.

Xia Wuzhao noticed and looked at her, asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing~" Aoi Asahi replied casually.

"Oh."