The heroines want love

Asakura Yu subconsciously deduced her identity.

It's probably not a high school student nearby, and it's even more impossible for him to be a corporate slave...

"The water is so cold." The girl sat down next to Asakura Yu with a distressed expression on her face.

"After all, it's not summer yet." Asakura Yuya sat down.

There was still some time before work started, and he wanted to have a conversation with the girl who jumped into the river without thinking.

"I didn't expect it to be so cold when I jumped."

"I didn't even expect you to jump."

"If I don't jump, you will go down too, right?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Asakura Yuu turned his head to look at her and introduced himself: "My name is Asakura Yuu, a student from a nearby high school. Are you a college student?"

"Well, I have fewer classes at the university today, so I came here for a walk. I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

"Can you tell me your name?"

"If I tell you directly, you'll lose the sense of mystery. Mystery is very important for girls." The girl smiled playfully, "You can just call me Sister Yang Nai."

Is there a surname like Yangno in the island country?

After the self-introduction, there was a brief silence.

The warm spring breeze blows by.

Yang Nai opened her soft lips and spoke in a gentle voice:

"Asakura-kun, did you have physical education class today?"

Asakura Yuu looked at her wet body and said:

"I just finished class this afternoon, and my sportswear is full of the smell of my sweat."

After another silence——

“…I’m a little concerned about the gazes of passers-by, but please go back like this, sister.”

Yang Nai tugged at the collar of his white shirt.

Seeing this, Asakura Yuu took off his coat and said, "Here, my uniform coat. Wear it and go back."

Yang Nai took the clothes he handed over with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Want to smell it? This doesn't smell like sweat."

Yang Nai followed his instructions, picked up the clothes and sniffed them.

"It smells like a stinky rag that has been used to wipe expired milk. It smells so bad..."

"It is true?"

"Sorry, I was just kidding. It smells like the sun and detergent. Thanks for lending it to me."

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Chapter 25: Asakura-san who wants to be the sun

The grass on the river bank is perfect for reading.

Facing the setting sun at dusk, the spring breeze blows, and the footers of the pages tremble slightly.

The handsome boy was flipping through a novel with a focused look.

"Asakura-kun, your approach only addresses the symptoms but not the root cause."

"... I can think of the best way to reprimand the bully and comfort the injured child."

When Youyue goes to school tomorrow, she might still be bullied by those two boys.

This was definitely not the best outcome, but Asakura Yu couldn't think of any other way.

The social structure of children is simple yet complex.

They will show their dislike in every move they make, without any attempt to hide it.

This behavior made Asakura Yuu realize Xunzi's point of view - human nature is evil at birth.

Desires are innate, but as people grow up, they learn to hide their desires and show their good side.

"The clothes are very warm, thank you." Yang Noi put on his uniform jacket and wiped his hair with Asakura Yu's towel. Her posture was beautiful and seductive.

Asakura Yu turned the page of the novel in his hand and said, "Just don't forget to give it back to me."

Yang No's bright and charming eyes stared at his profile, and Asakura Yu had a feeling that she saw through him.

"what happened?"

"You were able to come up with a solution so quickly, and even touched the child's heart. Asakura-kun is amazing."

Asakura Yu chuckled twice and said nothing.

If he was really capable, he should be able to come up with a better solution instead of doing such useless work.

During the brief silence, Yang No put away the towel and tidied her hair which was still a little wet.

"Sister Yang Nao, when you jumped into the water just now, did you consider the eyes of the people around you? From what I know, many of the passers-by just now regarded you as an idiot."

"…If you worry too much, your backpack will continue to flow down with the rushing water, and there is a high possibility that you will not be able to keep up." Yang Nai pulled the stockings on her thighs. The touch of them against her skin made her uncomfortable.

"Do you know? There's a book that says - we will meet 8263563 people in our lifetime, but we will only say hello to 39778 of them, get familiar with 3619 of them, and get close to 275 of them, but in the end, we will all disappear in the crowd. Would you care about someone you can only meet once?"

Yang Noi recalled her sister's past experiences of being isolated and bullied, and her body started moving, without having time to think about it.

“Am I one of the 3619 people?”

"For now, it's just Mr. 39779." Yang No took off his boots and pulled off his wet socks.

"Who is 39779-kun? Eh? Are you talking about me?"

Asakura Yu watched her movements, secretly glanced at her beautiful feet, and quickly looked away.

"Or?" she asked suddenly.

The delicate fingers hooked the black stockings, which were stuck together due to water and were still steaming.

There must be some perverts who like to collect this kind of stuff, right?

But alas, he is not.

"Sister Yang Nao, I still have a part-time job, so I'll leave first." Asakura Yu stood up and put the novel into his schoolbag.

"I don't have smelly feet."

"Sister Yang Nai, accepting a girl's stockings just on the first date, most men can't do that, right?"

"I believe you can!"

Sister Yang Nai said in a tone of 'You are very good, very good, not an ordinary man'.

I am touched by your trust, but could you please change the direction a little bit?

I'm not a pervert!

Asakura Yu held his forehead and said helplessly: "Don't use your trust in such a strange place!"

"Sister doesn't want this either."

Sister Yang Nai said with a troubled expression: "But these dirty stockings can't be worn a second time. If you like them, they have a meaning of existence."

As she spoke, she handed the stockings over again.

"Don't make my stockings cry."

"I'm not a trash can, and I don't have a habit of collecting beautiful women's stockings."

Asakura Yu ran away.

After walking a dozen meters, he turned back and waved.

"Sister Yang Nai, goodbye!"

Yang No looked at his running back and put the stockings away.

After a few seconds, she couldn't help laughing.

This was the first time she met such an interesting boy.

[Yang No Favorability +10, Points +10000]

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Sobu High School is a famous key high school in Chiba, and the learning atmosphere is very good.

During the exam week, everyone was focused on studying, and even the members of the live-action group reduced the number of outings after school.

All major societies will also suspend their activities during this period.

Unlike some romance comics, where the protagonists don't have to do anything except fall in love, it makes people wonder - are these people students? With such great study pressure in the second year of high school, they can still fall in love every day.

There is no poetry or distant places in high school life, only test papers and exams...

As the exams approached, the keys to the Service Club were taken away by Shizuka Hiratsuka, and the Service Club had to stop all club activities for a short period of time.

One afternoon in mid-May, in the classroom.

After lunch, Asakura Yu was chatting with Hayama and the others.

"Who's sitting in that empty seat over there? He hasn't come to class for two days." Tobe Sho only remembered that the person sitting over there was a silver-haired girl.

"Saki Kawasaki." As the squad leader, Yu Asakura discovered this very early on.

Although it has never been mentioned, Asakura Yu was chosen as the male monitor of the class at the beginning of the school year.

He and Shizuka Hiratsuka have been teacher and student since last year and they have a good personal relationship.

This was something I was forced to do.

However, as a squad leader, there aren't many things to do. Except for being called upon to help by Shizuka Hiratsuka sometimes, everything else is fine.

"Have you encountered any difficulties?" Ebina Hina asked with concern.

Yuigahama Yui also started to worry: "The midterm exam is coming soon. If I give up the exam, it will affect my further studies."

"Is there no one among us who is close to Kawasaki? Hayato, do you have her contact information?" Yumiko Miura flipped through her phone and expressed her opinion along the way.

To be honest, there is less than a week left until the midterm exam. Helping classmates you are not very familiar with to return to school at this time is, to put it nicely, being a good person.

To put it bluntly, that's a fool.

Although Yumiko Miura cares about her friends, she only cares about her friends.

At this moment, she has not yet become friends with Saki Kawasaki.

"Unfortunately, I don't have Kawasaki's contact information. How about you, Asakura?"

As the saying goes, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

Asakura Yu shook his head: "Me neither."

This topic did not last long.

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It's all over.

Before leaving the classroom, Shizuka Hiratsuka called out to Asakura Yuu, "Asakura, come here."

Afterwards, he accompanied the head teacher to the consultation room.

After taking a seat.

"What do you want to talk to me about? If it's an annoying request, I'm sorry to refuse."

"Regarding the matter of a student who skipped classes, although she gave the reason of being unwell, but for so many days in a row, to be honest, I don't believe this excuse." Shizuka Hiratsuka rubbed her eyebrows, and a trace of sadness appeared on her mature and beautiful face.

Asakura Yuuka didn't care how pitiful her expression was, as soon as he heard about this matter, he knew it was troublesome.

What's more, this kind of thing should obviously be done by the class teacher.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, isn't the class monitor a position that exists as a slave to the homeroom teacher?"

"Young people are more likely to understand young people. Although I don't want to admit it, there is a serious generation gap between you and me. No matter what I say, it will be regarded as a sermon from an adult. I went to Kawasaki's home yesterday. Her health was as I expected, and there was nothing wrong with her. But after a few words, she..."