Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

He smiled and looked at the mature woman with a pretty face but a somewhat depressed temperament.

“When the summer is over, summer will almost be over.”

In fact, everyone has only one summer in their life, a summer that is deeply remembered and as exciting as first love. Except for this summer, every summer after that is just an attempt to replicate it.

There is no special meaning to this, Oreki Gen just suddenly remembered this sentence.

Amemiya Koha nodded gently, with a hint of melancholy.

"Yes, day by day, the days actually pass very quickly. It seems that many unfinished things are discarded in these wasted days."

"Is there anything that Amamiya-sensei wanted to do but failed to do?"

Amamiya Momiji took a sip of the martini in her hand.

"Probably a lot, but it seems that the more I leave behind, the less precious the memories become. Besides... there are no particularly precious memories for me."

Oreki Gen looked at the other person's beautiful face. Under such light, her expression was unforgettable.

Even the kind that makes people want to protect it.

"Every memory has meaning, no matter if it's painful or beautiful. There are too many that Amamiya-sensei just doesn't want to remember now."

Amamiya Momiji looked at him with amusement: "You are so young, but you act more mature than me? You know, girls nowadays hate boys who pretend to be mature the most."

"But Amamiya-sensei is not a girl."

"Hmm?" Amamiya Koha frowned slightly. When facing Oreki Gen, age is a very sensitive issue.

Oreki Gen said with a smile: "Teacher Amamiya is a woman with mature charm, a real woman."

The woman nonchalantly picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and reached out to stroke the hair hanging by her ear. One could clearly see a slight redness behind her ear.

"Stop talking so sweetly. Even if you say so much, don't you still want to belong to me alone?"

Oreki Xian sighed helplessly.

"Don't talk about such a depressing thing at this time."

"So what is this dinner tonight?"

Amamiya Koha asked with narrowed eyes, her face turning slightly red, as if the alcohol was quickly taking over her.

Oreki raised his glass: "It has nothing to do with world peace, human history, or cosmic civilization. Tonight I only care about you."

"Pfft...Haizi, the famous poet of Xia country: Tonight I don't care about human beings, I only think about you. Don't think I haven't heard it."

Although Amamiya Koha was smiling, she still clinked their wine glasses together.

clang...

Whose heart-breaking sound is that?

In this way, we chatted about this and that, and it really had nothing to do with world peace or cosmic civilization.

After everyone had three drinks, it was time to stop. This time, it was Oreki Gen who took the initiative to pay the bill. The price of cocktails in such a bar was not very cheap. It was definitely more expensive than that in an izakaya, and they didn't provide any snacks.

Oreki Gen felt a little sad, but fortunately, summer vacation was coming.

Leaving the bar, the summer wind whistled through the streets. Neither of them was in a hurry to leave, as they were not that drunk.

But now I am lying on the railing by the road, watching people coming and going on the other side of the road, and feeling the summer breeze on my face.

Amamiya Momiji's hair was blown by the wind, and her delicate face was particularly charming under the night sky.

“Oreki-kun, I admit that I have lived a relatively unsuccessful life.”

"Why do you say that?"

"After all, it seems that up to now, I have not been able to escape the cage that my parents left for me. I have not become a better person, nor have I become the kind of teacher I hope to be. Instead, I have tried to fulfill my desire for control over you. I am very ashamed."

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

Oreki Gen looked at him and said, "Is it shameful to keep pestering me?"

Amamiya Hongye said helplessly: "It's always shameful, right? But even if I know, it seems that there is no way to change it for the time being. This is just my drunken talk, I hope you understand."

Oreki Gen shook his head indifferently: "I don't care about these. I just want to tell you that it's not shameful to get entangled with me. After all, Oreki Gen is a handsome man in Sakura City. Do you think anyone can get involved with him?"

Amemiya Momiji was very melancholy one second, but couldn't help laughing out loud the next.

"You are always so narcissistic."

Oreki Gen said with a smile: "I just have a little sense of humor."

Amamiya Momiji turned around, leaned against the fence, and looked at the neon sign hanging high in front of her.

"Oreki-kun is going home for the summer vacation, right?"

"um, yes."

"very nice."

"Isn't Mr. Amamiya going back?"

"What's there to go back for? One of the ways I protect myself is to keep a distance from them. Just talk on the phone. I don't want to see what I will be like in the future through them."

"Amamiya-sensei is certainly different."

Amamiya Koha looked at Oreki Gen in surprise, and the boy shrugged.

"At least I don't feel embarrassed. I don't hate Mr. Amamiya for pestering me. It's just that I'm a little troubled by the fact that we have to decide the winner."

Amamiya Momiji couldn't help but curl up the corners of her beautiful lips. She looked up and looked at the brilliant starry sky.

"When I was a child, I loved looking at the stars. When I looked at the stars, I would hope that a shooting star would pass by. I would wish that I would grow up sooner, get away from my parents sooner, grow up sooner, become a different person, and become a better person. But after so long, looking at it now, the sky seems to be no different from what I saw then, and I seem to be no different either."

Oreki Xian slowly straightened up and stretched lazily.

"Teacher Amamiya."

Amamiya Momiji looked at him.

The young man, who was as bright as the morning dew and as dazzling as the morning sun, was smiling at himself.

He said, "Teacher Amamiya."

"Ok?"

“Will I shine?”

What kind of stupid question is this? It seems that people who drink are like this, they like to talk nonsense... Of course, I am the same.

She shook her head.

"will not."

Then Oreki Xian took a big step and walked under the street light, and the light of the street lamp instantly covered him.

His black hair seemed to shine because of it.

He smiled and looked at himself.

“Do I have light on me now?”

"...have."

Amamiya Kohaku answered with a dazed look in her eyes.

Oreki Gen nodded.

He took a step forward and walked in front of Amamiya Koye. With a distance of one step between them, his voice was clear and magnetic.

"When you don't have light, go after the light. If you stand under the light, you will become a person with light. So if I have hope that you don't have, then I am willing to share it with Mr. Amamiya. Similarly, Mr. Amamiya has something that I don't have, so I will also get close to Mr. Amamiya."

Amamiya Koha opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't answer.

It’s not that she didn’t understand what the other person meant. She certainly understood what Oreki Gen meant.

What she didn't have, what she missed, what she couldn't achieve.

He wants to satisfy himself.

In this way, he gently told himself that it's not that something you don't have can never be obtained again, it just requires the right person to share it with.

Oreki Xian looked at the rippling water in her eyes.

He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll bring some local specialties to Mr. Amamiya when I come back. But during this period... Mr. Amamiya may have to hold back a little harder."

Amemiya Momiji's face instantly turned red.

"You little rascal..."

But then she reached out and hugged the boy's body.

She gently rested her chin on his shoulder and then leaned close to his ear.

In this summer breeze.

Under this neon light.

In this boundless and brilliant starry sky night after night.

"Thank you, Oreki-kun."

"Thank you, but when you come back, the teacher will check your 'homework' carefully."

hiss.

You.

How can you repay kindness with enmity?

(I wrote this chapter really well!)

95:Go to hell!

"Here, this is the salary for these days, take a look."

At the convenience store in the evening, it was Oreki Ken's familiar working time.

But there are only a few days left. When the final exams are over, I will temporarily stop working and return to my hometown in the countryside. So today, Qingye Yuri came to the convenience store early to settle her salary.

Looking at the thick envelope in his hand, Oreki Gen raised his head.

The Lily Kiyono in front of us seems to be always unpredictable. Her style is changeable, not to mention her occupation, even her age is unpredictable.

"Why do you have to pay in cash? It's easy to make a mistake in the calculation."

Oreki Gen said as he counted the money.

The Lily Kiyono in front of me is wearing a black slim T-shirt, showing off her healthy and well-proportioned figure. Although her size is not as exaggerated as that of Rimi Kikyō, she looks very comfortable, with the right parts straight and the right curves.

The ripped jeans that seem to be more subcultural also give her a youthful and rebellious look. She also wears a black necklace on her fair neck, which shows off her M attributes.

But I can't be sure, after all, subculture is quite popular in Sakura City, but few people can be like Kiyono Yuri, who runs a convenience store, can handle any style, lives freely and has an outstanding temperament. So Oreki Gen has always been suspicious of this woman.

If she wasn't one of the female protagonists, it would be such a waste...but it's also good news.

The woman smiled and said, "How can transferring money be as comfortable as receiving the money in your hands? It's a full stack. Don't you think it's a great pleasure to count the money?"

Oreki Gen said as he counted: "I don't think it matters. Besides, how good can it be?"

Qingye Yuri thought for a moment and said, "It should be more enjoyable than kissing, right?"

Oreki Gen took a look at the woman with a playful look in her eyes.

"Does the store manager's definition of pleasure end with kissing?"

Qingno Yuri narrowed her eyes, put one hand on her waist, and stretched out the other hand to poke the boy's delicate cheek.

"Oreki-kun~ It's not good to have strange thoughts at such a young age~"

"What's so strange about this? Is the store manager overthinking it?"

“Eh? Damn it, Oreki-kun is plotting against me!”

Yuri Kiyono likes to make these strange expressions all the time to make herself look very young... Of course, she is indeed young.

"That's not the case... As expected, Manager, you overcharged me."

Kiyono Yuri smiled as she watched the boy take out some bills.