I Loaded the Love Game

At three thirty, the school bell rang.

"Everyone remember to go back and summarize, the study after the test paper is issued is very important."

"Yes--"

Pack the textbooks and put the pencil and eraser in the stationery box.

"Watanabe, Kunui and I will be on duty today, so let's go first, don't wait for us."

"Great."

Watanabe closed his schoolbag, put the chair under the desk, and walked out of the classroom.

A boy rushed out of the front door of Class 3, followed by an angry girl holding a blackboard eraser.

This pair of men and women seem to be chasing after school every day?

You two should just go get married, and don't make the chalk powder all over the corridor.

Watanabe Toru waved his right hand in front of his nose, and the dust was pushed away like water, and quickly filled it back.

At this moment, Watanabe saw Rin Kiyono come out of a class of classrooms and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Humph, the tool man who opens the door.

"Cough! Cough!" Watanabe Toru hurriedly left the area covered in chalk dust.

On the fifth floor of the teaching building, walking on the overhead corridor to the community building, I heard the sound of practicing musical instruments in the music classroom on the third floor.

French horn...this tone is the guy Aizawa, it's really improved a lot.

Nostalgic for the past when he competed with Aizawa for the title of'Rena's No. 1 Fan', Watanabe Toru walked into the Human Observation Department, which had been away for seven days.

In the setting sun slanting west, the girl sat by the window and read a book.

Toru Watanabe sat down in his seat, took out "Reminiscence of the Years", and glanced at the empty sofa.

Kujo Miki did not show up all day today.

"Boil hot water, if you want to drink tea, make it yourself." Kiyano Rin looked at the book in his hand and said.

"You won't help me out? This is the only employee benefit, and it is also the motivation for me to stick to the club every day. You can't be too capitalist, classmate Qingye."

"I was originally a descendant of capitalists, but you, classmate Watanabe, was born in a peasant family without the qualities of simplicity, introversion, and honesty." Kiyano Rin's gaze swept across the hardcover book line by line.

"What prejudice do you have against farmers?"

"You really..." Kiyano Rin sighed.

She put down her book, got up to make a cup of the bitterest green tea for Watanabe Tetsu, and said, "It's you who I am biased."

"Thank you. In addition, prejudice means to look at problems with subjective conscious emotions, so, Kiyono-san," Watanabe Toru lifted the tea and blew softly, "What kind of subjective emotions do you have for me? It is love. ?"

Kiyano Rin sat back to his place.

"I think you are a person who is extremely self-conscious. This is my prejudice against you."

"Meaning that I'm confident?" Watanabe Tetsuo pointed at her with the finger of the tea, and said with a smile, "Not straightforward, but you are so pretty..."

"Can you keep quiet, didn't you see me reading a book? If this basic etiquette is not good at all, I suggest you..."

"Huh? Huh!" Watanabe frowned and swallowed his tea with difficulty, "Why is it so bitter?!"

Qingye Rin looked at his slightly distorted face and the cold face at the back of the book, and laughed.

The conversation between the two started casually, and ended abruptly. So far, they read carefully.

The sun was dimming and Watanabe was studying how to translate, when a crisp knock on the door sounded.

Kiyano Rin stopped turning the page and clipped the bookmark.

"Please come in."

"Excuse me." Yimu Kui walked in.

Toru Watanabe glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze, continuing to worry about the complicated French sentence.

Yimu Kui sat in front of Kiyano Rin and put a stack of paper between the two of them.

"Student Qingye, this is the report promised to you."

"Thank you." Kiyano Rin poured her a cup of black tea.

"No, I thank you for helping me so much."

Kiyano Rin nodded, did not reach for the report, hugged his arm and asked:

"Student Yimu, what would you choose to do if you were back before the school trip?"

Kakui was silent for a long time, thinking about this issue very seriously.

"Should I still confess." She smiled bitterly with her own inability. "I like Senior Sister tomorrow for so long. If I don't do anything, life can't go on."

"I understand." Kiyano Rin nodded.

Then, her expression suddenly slowed down, although it was still not gentle, but it was enough to make people feel at ease.

"You have worked hard, classmate Yimu." She said softly.

"...What are you talking about, hahaha!" Yimu Kui scratched his head embarrassedly, but his voice was unhappy, showing a lonely color.

After Kokui left, Kiyano Rin picked up the report and began to read it page by page.

After reading it for a while, she put the report down, closed her eyes, and rubbed her eyebrows tiredly.

"What's the matter?" Watanabe Toru, who finally finished the translation, asked.

"Struggle, vacillation, anticipation, pain, hesitation, a large amount of psychological descriptions, and fantasy scenes of success and failure, is a detailed report, but for me, this kind of monologue like a love letter is really coping with Not coming."

"Do it yourself." Watanabe mocked mercilessly, "Who asked you to take this task."

Kiyano Rin opened his eyes, and took out the few pictures in his hand that he had read.

"You also show me." The girl said in a vicious tone.

"Why?!"

"Do you want to understand the power of the minister?"

If she hadn’t been for her beautiful and refined appearance, her waist was wonderfully thin, her legs were uniquely beautiful, and she was his most important friend, and she was indeed the head of the Human Observation Department, Watanabe would definitely... hold her. The proud little face poured down the tea that was so painful in front of him that he didn't want to drink a second sip.

......

[Yes, it’s not wrong, even if you confess, what about the confession, the elder sister is going to university, there are countless outstanding boys and girls, I just hope that the elder sister can live happily in the future]

[But what if it succeeds? 】

[Wearing Japanese home clothes with the elder sister to buy groceries, squeezed into the narrow counter to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and slept in the arms of the elder sister at night...]

[In the future, when the economy becomes independent, you can consider changing to a larger house, that's not right! The smaller one is better, so that I can stay close to my senior sister all the time]

[Kwai, stop thinking about it, this is just your wishful thinking, how can the senior sister like someone like you? 】

[Dazai Osamu once said in his "Disqualification in the World", ‘He came from a crowd of people, so he was just to give me an empty joy’]

[But... Osamu Dazai also said, ‘Try to avoid those sorrows, but also miss all the joys’]

[So, even if you are doomed to fail, pain, and regret, you still have to try? 】

[In "The Setting Sun", Osamu Dazai also wrote, "We were born for love and revolution...]

...

Toru Watanabe leaned back on the back of the chair and looked out the window as if his limbs were weak.

The high-rise buildings in Shinjuku that are used as the background every day suddenly have a charm that they have never seen before—compared to the "Ichiki Aoi Love Story" in my hand.

"Tear the flyer?" he said.

Kiyano Rin sighed and nodded in agreement with a slight unwillingness.

After school, Watanabe Toru threw the faded flyer into the trash can.

As for "The Love Story of Yimu Kui", it was placed on the bookshelf of the Human Observation Department.

Except for Rin Kiyano and Toru Watanabe, for the sake of human observation, no one should have watched them.

After this day, no one visited the Human Observation Department again.

Time seems to have suddenly returned to spring, that undisturbed season.

On Friday, the cold wind blew across the playground, and the leaves of the zelkova trees in the atrium covered the flower beds, and Mai Toru Watanabe suddenly asked Toru Watanabe to drink coffee on Saturday.

The next day, November 14, Saturday.

It rained for a few days this week, and it started to clear again today, and the temperature rose slightly.

White short sleeves, a casual jacket similar to a jacket-red, with black cuffs, dry and handsome;

Wearing a black diving watch on the wrist, the lower body is navy blue khaki pants.

Paired with Watanabe Toru's handsome and clean white face, he looks like an idol artist and a noble son.

Of course, all these are the preferences of Mihime Kujo, and Watanabe himself has no right to speak, nor does he have the desire to speak.

The meeting place was in Omotesando, a cafe near the Nezu Art Museum.

The wall of the cafe is covered with vines, like a cabin in the forest.

Toru Watanabe sat on the white table outside the door, and the large parasol above his head blocked the falling maple leaves.

"Excuse me, what do I need?" A waitress who works part-time for a college student walked over.

"A cup..." Watanabe Toru studied the menu.

The waitress's eyes fell on his contemplative profile.

"A glass of Kilimanjaro." Watanabe Toru returned the menu to the waiter, "Thank you."

"Ah, okay." The waitress regained her senses, wrote something quickly, and said softly that she would be well soon, and turned around and entered the shop.

Before Mai Tomorrow arrived, Toru Watanabe sat there alone, drinking Kilimanjaro leisurely.

At the next table, three female high school students sat, two of them looked at each other’s nails, and the other was adding sugar to the coffee;

On the opposite side of the flowerbed where the cosmos is in full bloom, a couple are whispering, with Uniqlo shopping bags at their feet;

At the entrance of the Nezu Art Museum, an exhibition notice of "The Story of Painted Story: Playing Cards from Dynasty Story" was erected;

The clear sky is blowing with a steady breeze.

Watanabe Toru put his right hand on the table, his index finger gently stroked his lower lip, his face slightly sideways, his eyes casually looking at these passers-by.

Every move is full of the demeanor of a beautiful boy.

Any girl, as long as she sits opposite him, will be fascinated.

At the entrance of the originally empty cafe, half of the people were gradually seated.

The three female high school students, looking at him from time to time, leaned together and whispered and teased each other.

At this moment, the young girl in a white dress was walking on the sunny street, walking towards this side.

The sound of slender legs pacing on the floor, the short skirt faintly below the knees, the slim figure that can be seen even through the clothes.

"Have you waited a long time?"

"I don't hate waiting for someone."

The waiter came over, Mai Mai did not take the menu, looked at Watanabe Toru and said, "Please give me a cup like him."

"OK, just a second."

Watanabe looked at Mai Mai.

Different from wearing school uniforms and changing into private clothes, she is almost eighteen years old, and she vaguely reveals a mature charm, looking natural and elegant.

The eyes are still crystal clear, which makes one's heart beating.

"The pale pink I wore today has beautiful lace."

"...Mai-san, you don't need to report everything to me."

Asuna Mai tilted her head slightly and looked at him suspiciously: "Don't like it?"

"Pale pink lace, it should be very beautiful." Watanabe took a sip of coffee.

Asuna Mai glanced across his lips on the cup, and slid across the rolling apple.

When Watanabe Toru put down the coffee, she naturally reached out and took it, sipping it.

Fortunately, after returning from Kyoto, Kujo Miki no longer sent people to follow him.

"Mai-senpai, is there anything going on asking me out today?"

Mai tomorrow put down the coffee cup and touched the wall of the cup with her fingers.

"I'm going to graduate soon, I want to get along with Toru for a while."

Toru Watanabe looked at her, somewhat helpless.

"Senior sister, if I can, I would also like to get along with you more, but for your good, and Miki is my girlfriend, the right choice is to meet less."

"I understand." Mai Mai said without any expression on her face.

The waiter brought the coffee, looked at the cup in front of Mai Mai in confusion, and finally hesitated to put the new coffee in front of Toru Watanabe.

"Thank you." Watanabe Toru thanked her and took a sip.

Moderately baked, it exudes sweetness and light sourness, with a unique aroma of cocoa fruit, and a strong degree of sweetness—these written in the menu, Watanabe can't taste it.

After the waiter left, Mai Mai said, "But you won't leave me, will you?"

"Of course, I promised you." Watanabe Toru put down the coffee and said with a smile, "Senior sister, you won't allow me to leave you."

"If I'm willing to do so, I will be happy."

"It's scary."

"Yeah." Mai Mai nodded without denying, "Toru, where do you live now?"

"Where to live? What's wrong?"

"My university will move out to live alone, so I want to stay closer."

"..." Watanabe sat up straight, pondering his words, "Mai-senpai, the two of us have agreed that we must submit before Miki's discovery."

"Ok."

"then you?"

"I happen to live upstairs with you."

Toru Watanabe almost believed it in Mai Mai's natural tone, thinking that the two of them really happened to live close together.

Toru Watanabe had already deeply understood her determination, and the danger of Miki Kujo's murder could not be stopped.

Since persuasion is useless, we can only think of a way together.

"Well, senpai, you go to Shinano Town to find a house. The house I rent now will be returned at the end of the year. Then I will go to your house."

"Go to me? Do you live together?"

"Of course it's impossible, what are you thinking?"

Mai Tomorrow smiled like a successful prank, very cute.

Her expression like this may be seen by Toru Watanabe alone.

"Then I'll wait for Toru."

"Okay." Watanabe Toru also smiled and nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mai Asuna put down the coffee that had been drunk, naturally took the cup of Toruto's transition, and drank quietly.

Toru Watanabe returned to sitting lazily, looking at her delicate face, her black hair, and her small white ears.

"By the way, senior sister," he remembered something, "winter camping, will you participate in the third grade?"

"No, because most people have to prepare for entrance exams. I really want to dance with Toru."

"Senior sister, you are also a student of Zhundong University, why would you believe that kind of rumors?" Watanabe Toru said.

I really want to dance with other girls. At a bonfire party full of people, Watanabe wondered if he would be made a specimen by Miki Kujo.

I don't know if formalin used by the rich will smell better, maybe you can drink it or not.

But as a specimen, do I need to drink something?

"For girls, no matter how high their education is, they will always like romantic things."

"That's the same." Watanabe nodded thoroughly.

"The third grade is not good at all." Asuna Mai maintained the posture of holding coffee, with a slight complaint in her plain tone.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to study?"

"There are only cultural festivals, sports festivals, and school trips. I also want to participate in some activities with Chido."

"Enough activities." Watanabe Toru thought of the fellow villagers who were almost out of their butts.

Not a fellow in Iwate Prefecture, but a poor Chinese fellow.

The fellow villagers in Iwate Prefecture have a much more comfortable life.

The school of five people, what do you want to do every day, wandering on the ridge all day long, will never talk about you.

In the busy farming season, I don’t even go to class and go to the teacher’s house to help plant rice seedlings, release water, catch crabs, and so on.

Watanabe looked to the north, where Iwate Prefecture was.

November is about to end, wait for December to pass, take advantage of the winter vacation, go back to my hometown for the New Year.