Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

He just waved.

"Goodbye."

Pulling the suitcase, the boy turned around, slowly walked into the crowd, and was submerged in the entrance of the station.

Let those words that cannot be said sink into this moment, and let these stories end briefly.

He also has to move on to the next challenge and must not stop.

The girl standing in the sun slowly put down her hands.

Her expression seemed frozen, without any change.

Until I got in the car.

It was not until she sat in the back seat of her father's car that she couldn't help crying again and hugged her knees.

I don’t know whether she was reluctant to see the boy leave, or whether she felt relieved to have finally said everything she wanted to say.

Only Oreki Haruyama listened to the crying of the girl behind him and played a song again.

He had quit smoking for a long time, but now he wanted to light up a cigarette, and he couldn't explain why.

"Dad... woooo, please turn off the song! It's so noisy, woooo...!"

"Oh oh oh..."

Oreki Haruyama turned off the song. He was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke even more.

It turns out that every woman in my family is worry-free.

Although thinking so, the man still took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to the girl behind him. The girl took the paper and sobbed slightly.

"Dad... wuwuwu..."

"Ok?"

Oreki Haruzan responded softly.

"Was I embarrassing myself just now?"

Oreki Haruzan was stunned.

"What's so embarrassing..."

"Whether I was crying just now... or bowing to that woman..."

Oreki Haruzan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"How can it be embarrassing? No matter what you do, Dad believes that you have your reasons. There is nothing wrong with bowing. It's just a momentary request. But Sakura, in this world, you are no smaller or humbler than anyone else."

The girl sobbed slightly, her voice trembling slightly.

"But...I'm obviously not your biological daughter...Why are you so nice to me?"

Oreki Haruzan was stunned, his whole body stiffened for a moment.

Then he softened slightly and turned to look at his daughter, whose eyes were now red and swollen.

"From the moment we decided to adopt you, you have been our biological daughter. This will never change, ever."

The girl finally couldn't help herself and burst into tears again.

This time, Oreki Haruyama slowly started the car and turned on the speaker again.

They are on their way home, just like everyone else, always on the road.

After an unknown amount of time, Oreki Sakura finally stopped and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window. She said.

"Dad, I've made up my mind."

"Ok?"

"I won't apply to other schools around here."

"Ah? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to study in Sakura City."

"...good."

Oreki Haruzan hesitated for only a moment, then nodded.

His daughter's decision is his decision.

"besides."

"Ok?"

"Can you change the song? It's really old fashioned..."

"..."

How did I raise such a daughter? Do you understand Koji Tamaki?

Go to Sakura City now! Let your brother have a headache!

Ugh.

The girl listened to the changed rhythm and melody.

She looked out the window, at the bright sunshine and the summer breeze.

Along the way are crisp and blooming flowers.

But at this moment, she no longer had any regrets or reluctance.

There is a blazing fire burning in my heart.

I am Oreki Sakura, the boy’s only sister, the most unique girl to him.

No way, I will never stop here.

Sakura...

This lady will come.

And Sakuraba Mizuki...

Just wait for me!

As for the folding wooden strings...

Hang in there, silly brother.

Whether your life will be a temple or ruins.

I will be the only God in your world!

(Go to bed early today ~ Update early during the day ~ Good night everyone, except Neon.)

30: One more? (Additional chapter 31!)

It was another long journey, but the mood seemed completely different.

To Oreki Gen, cherry blossoms are more like a place of belonging. As for his hometown, Hakusha Township, it has gradually become a place of support and support.

Without the excitement and tension, it seemed that only the fatigue accumulated over the past few days was left.

Of course there is no problem with the body, it is more of a spiritual and psychological problem.

Especially when there is always such a "ultimate weapon of mankind" around you.

Guess what after this trip? Life feels a little darker!

"What are you looking at? I'll dig your eyes out."

Sakuraba Mitsuki glanced at the young man, and Oreki Gen felt like crying but had no tears.

"What's wrong with taking a look? It's not like you haven't seen it before."

Not only this face, but also the moving curves of the body are now deeply engraved in my mind. The charm of swaying on my body and the unique temperament of the skirt retreating to the waist are enough to ignite the fire in an instant just by thinking about it.

But Oreki Xian quickly restrained himself.

After all, we are on the train now.

Sakuraba Jianyue narrowed his eyes: "Then get off the bus and don't go home."

"Where are you going if not home?"

"Come to my place and I'll show you a good look."

Although this sentence is ambiguous and tempting, Oreki Gen felt creepy when he thought about it.

"Forget it, I remembered that I still have some things to pack at home, and the clothes are not put away yet."

"It's been raining for a few days. Isn't it a bit late to think about harvesting now?"

"It's okay. Good things are worth waiting for."

"nerve."

Sakuraba Mitsuki had no doubt at all about this young boy's ability to make jokes.

A master at playing dumb.

After a long journey and endless years, Oreki Xian put on his headphones and closed his eyes slightly.

As long as you have a good attitude, you can enjoy everything. Life is a long-term battle, an endless struggle to find joy in suffering.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the boy began to feel sleepy, when he suddenly felt a slight weight on his shoulder.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Sakuraba Mizuki leaning on my shoulder with her beautiful eyes closed.

The long eyelashes shine with a unique luster under the sunlight shining in from the window.

That flawless face looks like the finest porcelain.

Her small lips look much cuter when closed. How should I put it? She looks like a dark Barbie doll.

Why add the dark system?

Oreki Gen didn't know either. The boy just thought about it and then sat up straighter to make it easier for the other person to lean on him comfortably.

But soon, due to the effect of gravity, or perhaps because the girl was really drowsy, her head gradually slid towards her arms.

Oreki Gen raised his arm slightly and held her head, taking care of her neck as well.

This way, when she wakes up, she won't feel neck pain as if she had a stiff neck... I am really considerate. Maybe I was a maid in my previous life.

When the journey was finally coming to an end, Sakuraba Mitsuki looked up as if he heard the noisy and chaotic sounds around him.

She frowned, then carefully reached out her hand to touch the corner of her mouth...

"Don't worry, I've wiped the saliva off for you, so no one will see it."

Sakuraba Mizuki glared at the boy with a slightly red cheek.

"Who's drooling? If you can't speak, don't speak."

Oreki Xian said with amusement: "I didn't expect you could fall asleep on a train like this?"

Not a place that offers much comfort.

Sakuraba Jianyue said unhappily: "If you weren't so boring, I wouldn't have fallen asleep."

Oreki Gen shrugged: "Then you'd better go with two manzai on your next trip, so it won't be boring."

Sakuraba Mitsuki even thought about it.

"Okay, go learn manzai."

"How can there be a one-person manzai? That's called stand-up comedy."

"I don't understand. Do you still want to get off the bus?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki glared at the boy.

Oreki Gen had no choice but to stand up, take the other person's luggage, and get off the bus with the crowd.

Not only does he have to help her carry her luggage, but he also has to protect her to prevent any perverts from appearing... Oreki Gen has already sensed that someone is taking pictures of this side.