Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Completely oblivious to the awkwardness of being caught discussing others behind their backs, Ritsu Tainaka greeted the two people at the door with a nonchalant air.

However, Nakano Azusa and Akiyama Mio didn't seem to react as naturally.

Both of them felt somewhat awkward.

Although they have a good relationship, they talk about each other behind each other's backs about someone getting hit by a car or something...

"Is the cake shop over there owned by the Miyamura family, Mio and Curious XXXX?"

"Ritsu! What are you doing?!"

"Oh!"

A blushing Akiyama Mio punched Tainaka Ritsu on the head.

A large, smoky package could be vaguely seen slowly appearing on Ritsu Tainaka's head.

"It is indeed owned by the Miyamura family, so what?"

After a period of chaos, the Light Music Club finally quieted down.

To be precise, only Ritsu Tainaka was injured in the Light Music Club, which finally quieted down.

Holding the black tea that had been forcibly shoved into her hand, Hori Kyoko asked with some confusion.

When a relationship is not yet public or is in the ambiguous stage, many people will subconsciously avoid talking about the other person or listen with a knowing smile.

However, Kyoko Hori herself was not aware of this.

Although I am aware of my inner thoughts, I am still somewhat unwilling to face them or am waiting for a suitable opportunity.

This ambiguous relationship, as if separated by a thin layer of paper, can only be openly displayed.

That's fine for now.

Kyoko Hori gazed at her reflection in the black tea, lost in thought for a moment.

"By the way, Kyoko, it's unusual that you didn't go home early today."

After beating up Ritsu Tainaka, Mio Akiyama returned to her usual ladylike demeanor.

Most of the time, Akiyama Mio is the quiet and beautiful girl she always is, but only her best friend from childhood can always manage to break her defenses.

Then he was subjected to a torment by the enraged Akiyama Mio.

"Ah, yes."

Hori Kyoko said with a smile.

Normally, after school she would buy groceries, clean the house, and pick up her younger brother.

So time is tight, and I won't spend much time lingering in other places.

However, her mother is resting these two days, which is a very rare time for relaxation.

"You still haven't told me why you mentioned the Miyamura family earlier."

Suddenly remembering something, Hori Kyoko quickly asked.

Kyoko Hori was still quite worried about Izumi Miyamura.

I'm not a timid person, but I'm inexplicably introverted at school and don't communicate much with others.

They always give off the impression of being easy to bully.

"Luo Zhen went to the Miyamura house when he bought the cake, but it was a bit strange that he didn't see Miyamura."

Kotobuki Tsumugi explained that the second half of her sentence was actually her own question.

"Oh, I see..."

Kyoko Hori, who subconsciously turned her head, witnessed a very shocking scene.

Luo Zhen, who hadn't said much since she entered, stared blankly at Hirasawa Yui beside him.

A delicate pink finger gently rubbed Luo Zhen's forehead.

“My mother told me that I shouldn’t always frown, or I will look bad.”

With a spoon in his mouth, Hirazawa Yuichi rubbed Luo Zhen's temples while speaking in a somewhat indistinct manner.

They were completely unaware that the others were watching them.

"Oh ho~"

Yuki Yoshikawa, whose little hands were tucked into her sleeves, couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

The smile on his face looked quite comical at one point.

'So that's what their relationship is?'

Hori Kyoko cast a questioning look at Kotobuki Tsumugi, who was sitting opposite her.

I hadn't noticed it at all before.

Who knows?

Kotobuki Tsumugi returned a somewhat complicated look.

She can just observe from the sidelines and won't offer any further opinions on this kind of thing.

She didn't want to accidentally make things worse.

'All right. ’

Hori Kyoko nodded somewhat helplessly.

In fact, the above eye contact was all imagined by both parties.

They couldn't understand each other's eyes.

From Nakano Azusa's perspective, it was Hirasawa Yui-senpai and Ryouma-senpai who were acting very intimately.

Then Hori-senpai and Kotobuki Tsumugi exchanged glances, and finally nodded inexplicably to end their staring contest.

I always feel like I'm superfluous.

At this moment, Nakano Azusa missed her little home terribly.

It's so comfortable at home.

Without making a sound, Luo Zhen pressed down on Hirasawa Yui's hand, and his expression became slightly unnatural.

Do I often frown?

"Yes, you always say Xiaozhen has a frown when you see her."

Completely ignoring Luo Zhen's actions, Hirasawa Yui once again reached out and pressed her finger against Luo Zhen's brow.

Then Luo Zhen pressed him down.

He reached out his hand again.

Press.

He reached out his hand again.

Hirasawa Yui seems to have a very inexplicable obsession with this matter.

"Okay, okay, I'll be more careful next time."

Finally, Luo Zhen, left with no other choice, could only say this.

"Uh-huh."

Meanwhile, Hirasawa Yui, like a victorious general, gleefully enjoyed her spoils: the small cake that she hadn't finished eating.

Chapter 502 Students on Campus, Urban Beauties Off Campus

Looking at Hirasawa Yui and Luo Zhen with a hint of envy, Yoshikawa Yuki muttered to herself:

"Ah, youth is wonderful..."

A teenage girl may not have a crush on anyone, but she will definitely have a male friend she really admires in her heart.

Yoshikawa Yuki naturally had her own goals.

But how should I put it...?

It feels like there's a huge gap.

"Yuki, did you say anything just now?"

Hori Kyoko turned back to look at Yoshikawa Yuki with some confusion.

If I had to say, she was the one with the most dating experience in this room.

To be precise, she was the only one who had someone who could be called a boyfriend.

The rest are all lifelong singles.

What others might see as a sweet gesture is, for Hori Kyoko, practically an everyday occurrence in her and Miyamura Izumi's life.

Although we haven't yet reached the point where we know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

But the relationship between the two was already very strong.

Both sides have tacitly agreed that the other will continue to be their partner.

"I mean, Hori, when will you be able to do that?"

When asked by her friend, Yoshikawa Yuki answered without changing her expression.

She wouldn't easily reveal her inner thoughts.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Hori Kyoko's eye twitched slightly as she looked at her best friend with a puzzled expression.

What triggered this?

Incomprehensible.

“You see, you and Miyamura have a very good relationship, but you always seem to keep your distance at school.”

"Whether it's you or Miyamura."

"It felt like we were playing some kind of game, agreeing to do this deliberately at school."

"I said, flicking my sleeves."

In fact, what she said was very close to the truth.

Where, where is it?

As if something had been pointed out, Hori Kyoko said somewhat awkwardly.

She does have her own little schemes.

Both she and Miyamura possess a hidden side unknown to those at school, a side that both of them are aware of.

It was a little secret that both of them kept together.

She didn't know what Miyamura was thinking, but she herself didn't want Miyamura's other side to be discovered by the people at school.

"Hum~"

With a mischievous grin, Yoshikawa Yuki leaned close to Hori Kyoko's ear and whispered something.

Hori Kyoko's face visibly flushed, making her look extremely cute.

Unfortunately, the only boy in the room was currently trying to correct his habit of frowning under the supervision of Yui Hirasawa.

Although he himself doesn't think it's a bad habit at all.

"I'm going back; I have some things to take care of at home."

Hori Kyoko stood up abruptly and said somewhat flusteredly.

Watching Hori Kyoko's hurried departure, the group slowly typed a question mark.

What exactly did Yuki Yoshikawa say?

"What's wrong with Kyoko-chan?"

Somewhat belatedly, Hirasawa Yui watched Hori Kyoko's hurried departure with a puzzled expression.