Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

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She just said it calmly.

"The situation is very simple, and you don't need to vote. If this incident doesn't happen on New Year's Day, then the club's activities will fail, and the club may be disbanded. Of course, this is not a threat, you can do whatever you want, that's all I have to say. Thank you for coming today, everything is fine now, you can leave."

Sayuri Yukino ended the conversation in a very neat and tidy way.

There is no trace of sloppiness.

She even took the lead in picking up her schoolbag and walked out of the door of the club activity classroom.

Oreki Xian looked at the two girls who were the only ones left in the scene. They were silent to each other, as if they didn't say a word.

Oreki Gen didn't know what to say.

He knew that the two of them were feeling complicated right now, but they were not fragile or stupid girls. They could think clearly about many things and had their own opinions.

Just like Sayuri Yukino said: No matter what, it’s their own choice.

"go home."

Sakuraba Mitsuki picked up her bag and handed it to Oreki Gen. Her expression was cold, as if nothing had happened.

But she was too cold, so Oreki Genji could realize that she was actually affected.

Oreki Gen took the girl's bag and glanced at Asagiri Ryou.

The girl happened to look up at him.

This time, Asagiri Ran did not blush and avoid looking away. She just looked at Oreki Gen deeply.

The meaning is unknown.

It's like a story that needs to be explored.

"Are you tired?"

In the familiar black sedan, it was Qiandao Feng who was still driving.

As soon as Sakuraba Mitsuki got in the car, she chose to lie on her legs and enjoy her own massage.

Oreki Gen gently rubbed her temple, and the girl squinted her eyes comfortably.

"It's okay. Am I not always like this?"

Oreki Gen smiled.

"But you wouldn't doubt yourself that much."

“I didn’t doubt myself.”

Sakuraba Kentsuki looked at Oreki Ken with a little dissatisfaction, then indulged in Oreki Ken's massage and closed his eyes comfortably.

It looks like a proud cat that is always disobedient but needs to be petted by its owner.

Oreki Gen nodded.

"Yeah...you're right."

Oreki Gen had no intention of trying to persuade her, nor did he intend to ask her what she thought.

There is no need, it will only cause trouble for yourself.

In the unusually quiet carriage today, Oreki Gen only heard her mutter something.

"Sayuri Yukino is so annoying..."

is it?

Oreki Gen looked at the perfect face of Sakuraba Mitsuki, then turned to look at the street scene as the sun set.

The orange light covered countless billboards and the withered yellow leaves.

The quiet orange light flows slowly on the ground, and the pedestrians on the street are the same as usual, either in a hurry, or quietly and peacefully.

Oreki Xian felt.

They're both cute, they just might not be that compatible.

They came to Sakuraba Mitsuki's house together. Sakuraba Izumi was not there today, which made Oreki Gen breathe a sigh of relief.

Yui Shinkai was still the same, chattering like a child, talking about what happened in her class, and saying that she had been studying very hard recently and was improving.

It was just that it seemed as if Sakuraba Mizuki was inexplicably uninterested in all this and hadn't said anything.

"If you want to go back now, let Qiandao take you back."

after eating.

Sakuraba Mitsuki actually said such words to Oreki Gen.

It was like an unexpected gift, as if saying: I'll let you go today.

But Oreki Gen didn't think too much about it, he just smiled and shook his head.

"I won't go back."

Sakuraba Jianyue frowned, then sighed softly.

"Don't worry, it's not that I'm tired of you, I just don't want to think about anything today, I just want to stay quiet."

Oreki Gen smiled.

"That's not what I'm afraid of. I just think it might be better for me to accompany you."

"why?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki looked at the boy strangely.

Oreki Gen did not answer directly, but looked at the setting sun outside. The already dim world looked like a dim ink painting.

"We just finished dinner, do you want to take a walk around the neighborhood?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki hesitated for a moment, but since she hadn't changed her clothes yet, she nodded.

"it is good."

The two people temporarily left the mansion.

"Is it cold?"

As soon as he went out, he was hit by a gust of cold wind. Oreki Xian felt refreshed. He was not afraid of the cold, but he was a little worried about the girl next to him.

As expected, Sakuraba Kentsuki frowned and looked at Oreki Gen.

"I must be crazy to agree to walk with you in this cold weather."

Why does this sentence sound familiar?

It seemed like a certain flat-chested girl had said something similar to herself.

Oreki Gen smiled, reached out his hand, grabbed the other's hand, and then put it in his pocket.

This action also seems extremely familiar, but of course there are some differences.

That is, Oreki Gen did not pull his hand out, but put it in his pocket together with hers, wrapping her soft and delicate palm.

Looking at her eyes, Oreki Gen smiled softly.

"Will this be better?"

Sakuraba Jianyue snorted.

"A little better."

You are really stubborn.

So he held her hand and the two of them walked side by side.

The streets nearby are very clean. There seem to be few fallen leaves on the road, and there are very few stray cats and dogs.

There are actually not many buildings of this kind in the wealthy area, and they are spaced far apart from each other, just like a large holiday estate with beautiful scenery that is refreshing just by looking at it.

"Do you rarely go out for a walk?"

Oreki Gen asked casually.

Sakuraba Mitsuki's voice was flat.

"Of course, why would I want to go for a walk? I'm not old enough to worry about my legs."

"Walking is good for digestion. There is a saying that goes, 'Take a hundred steps after a meal and you'll live to be ninety-nine.'"

"never heard of that."

Of course you haven't heard of it, that's the real hometown dialect.

Oreki Gen smiled.

"People who sit or lie down right after eating without digesting their food tend to gain weight."

Sakuraba Jianyue said unhappily, "People who walk a lot tend to have thick calves. Why didn't you say anything? What's more, I'm fat?"

Of course she can't gain any weight.

This is probably the privilege of beautiful girls, they can easily control their weight.

Some people even have a physique that will never gain weight no matter how much they eat or how lazy they are.

This seems to be able to easily distinguish her from ordinary people.

"Of course you're not fat, I'm just thinking about your health."

"You better be."

Sakuraba Jianyue snorted.

As they walked, Sakuraba Mitsuki suddenly remembered something.

She stopped.

Oreki Xian turned his head in surprise.

"what happened?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki turned his head and looked to the other side.

"There's an artificial lake over there."

"You want to go over there and take a look?"

But the girl seemed a little awkward and said, "I don't really want to go."

"Well... I want to go, then take me to have a look?"

"Tsk...trouble."

Oreki Gen had long since gotten used to this girl's awkwardness. Even if there was something he wanted to do, he would not express it honestly. This was Sakuraba Mizuki's 'Ninja Way'.

What Oreki Gen has to do is very simple, that is to use a different name to get her to do something she really wants to do.

The journey was not far. After crossing a small path, we soon saw an artificial lake that looked clear under the street lights.

There seemed to be fish like koi swimming in it, and there was a sign prohibiting fishing nearby.

Street lights illuminated the lake, and the cold wind caused wrinkles to form, which then spread out, creating ripples in the lake.

"looks nice."

Oreki Gen said with emotion.

Sakuraba Mizuki said softly.

“I moved here when I was about eight years old.”

"So do you come here often?"

"Occasionally, sometimes..."

“When are some of those times?”

Oreki Gen kept asking questions and Sakuraba Kentsuki looked at him with some dissatisfaction.