"Ah, the unpredictability of life..."
The gentle sunlight lazed upon people, bringing a hint of warmth with the breeze that caressed their cheeks, always so comfortable.
The school entrance was serene and quiet,
and a handsome, languid young man with a slung backpack seemed to be reflecting on something, his eyes brimming with a faint melancholy.
"You could just refuse, if you really don't want to go..." In contrast to the casual person beside him, the graceful young lady next to him spoke in a cold tone,
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"Sometimes, one has no choice..." Haruka Yuzan sighed softly, appearing rather helpless.
"Are you really afraid Otome will kill you?" The girl's voice remained steady, just like her expressionless, beautiful face, revealing no emotion.
"Of course! I'm still so young, the life of a Tokyo heartthrob can't come to a halt just !"
"If you're that scared, does that mean you can only like Otome from now on?" Chiba Shimizu suddenly stopped walking, looking up at the boy.
Their eyes met, and Haruka Yuzan saw only rationality and coolness in the clear eyes of the young girl—totally opposite to Otome—like a lifeless pond in autumn, quiet and cold, yet reflecting his own image...
"Otome is a nice person, kind, and she's good to me..."
This noncommittal response was obviously not satisfying to the beautiful Gao Ling Zhi Hua, who stepped forward slightly, allowing Haruka to vaguely sense the vitality of youth...
This was something Chiba Shimizu could achieve. Even with over ten centimeters separating their abdomens, Chiba-san's sheer presence seemed to press against the boy's chest,
If it had been Misaki... perhaps the little guy would have had to completely press herself against him to make Haruka feel the slightest bit affected...
It was an unintended offense, just an unconscious comparison in his mind...
"Chiba-san, if I fell for you, would you choose to help me?"
The soft breeze lifted the girl's silver strands of hair, and those icy eyes—hmm... this joke didn't seem fun to the young mistress at all...
"Sometimes, when you say these things, I wonder if you believe them yourself, Classmate Haruka..."
"Chiba-san, you shouldn't be so unconfident about yourself... Living together every day, a high and mighty class president like you has quite the appeal to a teenage boor, doesn't she?"
Unequivocally incisive, it was a soul-deep interrogation from the young mistress...
"Why focus on these peculiar aspects? It's just an adjective, Chiba-san?"
"No, I just feel that among all the things you just said, that was the only truth..." The girl didn't take the boy's flirtatious words to heart,
Her delicate, glowing skin and the perfect beauty of her face flashed a mischievous and cunning look in her cool eyes...
Facing the porcelain doll just within reach, even a slight sniff would reveal a faint scent. The flawless young lady made Haruka Yuzan's heart skip a beat...
Since when did the young mistress acquire a sharp-tongued trait?
"What if, just maybe, everything I just said was true?" His voice was low and magnetic, a lethal weapon for young girls...
The deceitful boy could even make his gaze seem deep and sincere,
"Boring..." Chiba Shimizu didn't react, as the young mistress always perfectly missed Haruka's advances.
She left the boy with a graceful silhouette ... Although her face remained cold, Haruka always felt that the mistress had just shown a tiny bit of tsundere?
Such an adorable Chiba-san...
The girl walked ahead, and Haruka Yuzan quickly followed with a few fast steps,
"Chiba, let's go see Sister Reiko later... and then check on how the café is coming along, shall we?"
"If we go to the convenience store, there might be a new tenant, you know!"
"Oh, by the way, Chiba, when do you think the café will officially open? Should we pick an auspicious day?"
The leisurely boy seemed to have endless things to say, while the quiet girl beside him coolly nodded from time to time to show her agreement.
The warming breeze brushed against people's cheeks. Perhaps, this is what it's like to be the protagonist in a light novel?
the fat cat Roast Meat sat on the ground, lifting its chubby baozi face to look straight ahead, its bright Bean Eyes filled with the color of wisdom,
On the stairs, a neatly dressed little one came down,
with a beret on her head, a brown trench coat paired with a plaid inner shirt, her golden hair was tied into two braids atop her head, and her delicate white legs were snugly wrapped in white leggings, the little person looked vibrant and entirely adorable.
Seeing Roast Meat squatting by the staircase, Misaki Saki ran down excitedly,
"Roast Meat!" The little one seemed very happy, wanting to embrace the fat cat, but after two tries, she realized that she couldn't budge the large, orange mass.
The squatting fat cat didn't even bother to move its round rump one bit...
"Meow?" Roast Meat sat on the ground, waggling its tail, meowing inquisitively, utterly unaware of why its "good buddy" wanted to... rub its cheeks.