Speaking of which, the third round decided the winner.
Dubian Che's tall hand was a fist, while Kiyono Lin's pale, slender hand was scissors.
"Let's go again." Kiyono Lin said expressionlessly, "You win, and I forgive you for writing bad things about me in your diary; if I win, give me your diary."
"The stakes seem disproportionate, but let it be, rock paper scissors."
In the fourth round, the victor continued his winning streak.
Kiyono Lin eyed Dubian Che closely, unabashedly staring at his face.
That was a handsome face that any woman could fall in love with just by looking.
"Are you cheating?" she asked.
"No," Dubian Che answered with a smile, staring back at her absolutely beautiful face.
"I just have quick reactions, I can see what you are about to throw."
Kiyono Lin, holding a sheet of music, turned her back and wrote something on it.
Then she turned around and said to Dubian Che, "I have written down what I'm going to throw. What about you?"
"You still want to play?"
"This round's stakes include all the previous ones, if I win, that means I won them all."
"And if you lose?" Dubian Che asked curiously, "The stakes are so high, what will you use for the stakes?"
"If I lose..." Kiyono Lin pondered for a while, then raised her pinky, smooth as jade.
Dubian Che looked at her, puzzled.
"I'll allow you to touch God Kiyono's little finger."
"..." Dubian Che pressed her hand, "Don't be like that."
His palm briefly touched the smooth back of Kiyono Lin's hand.
Last year, after a dance party late at night, he had briefly embraced her slender waist through her clothes;
At Kyoto Station, through her performance attire, he had placed his hands on her beautifully curved shoulders.
Just now, he had touched her body for the first time.
Warm and tender, smooth and delicate, gentle and stable.
With the residual touch, the slight warmth, Dubian Che's heartstrings were touched, numbed, and then all was warmth.
"I accept your bet," he blurted out.
"Having a girlfriend and yet playing this game with me, how indecent," Kiyono Lin pressed on the back of the hand he had touched.
"Vulgar, so very vulgar," Dubian Che agreed, joining her in condemning himself.
The feel of Kiyono Lin's hand still lingered in his heart, unable to leave for a long time.
At that moment, he was willing to give up everything just to keep that touch.
Kiyono Lin looked into Dubian Che's bright, clear eyes, which now blazed as they gazed at her.
She pressed the hand he had touched against her knee, "So what are you throwing?"
Dubian Che extended his palm and slowly clenched it into a fist.
"Rock?" Kiyono Lin confirmed.
Finally, Dubian Che flicked out his index and middle fingers, forming scissors in front of his right eye.
"..." Kiyono Lin said nothing more, clutching the hand that had been touched.
The two sat very close, like companions, and with Dubian Che's good hearing, he could hear the thumping of her heartbeat.
"Let's make it rock," Dubian Che said, having broken free from the obsession spell of the girl's infatuation.
In the music room, the increasingly dangerous atmosphere dissipated with the shouts from the sports club outside the window into May's clear sky.
"I won." Kiyono Lin showed him the music sheet where she had written 'Paper' in the corner blank space.
"Lunch, dinner, I'll treat. The diary... When shall I give it to you?"
"When it ends and you go with me, lest you secretly change it."
The break ended, Kiyono Lin sat upright and Dubian Che also sat down his sleeve.
"You're not only indecent and vulgar, but also very cowardly."
"...Please call it being faithful."
"Faithful, with two lovers?"
"How do you know?!" Dubian Che remembered he hadn't mentioned Xiaoquan Aonai to her.
"What about you is there for me not to know?"
"Then why are you looking through my diary?!"