I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"You want to ask where Lady Yuqian is, right?"

"It's okay to tell you."

"I'm in Sapporo now, and I'll go back to Kyoto tomorrow."

Wu Ma Xingjin knew this. He learned from Sayuri that Yuki Peregrine was preparing a banquet tomorrow, and that Kobayakawa-senpai would be there, and he would go too.

The senior sister wanted to go back even though she knew that the other party was not well-intentioned. She was probably worried about her mother's safety.

"That's not what I want to ask."

"What is that? If I knew it, I would definitely tell you."

"When did Yuki and his son enter Kobayakawa's house?"

"A year ago, to be precise, a few days after you enrolled in school."

"Why did the conflict erupt just when I met Miss Sayuri?"

"Because Yuji Peregrine Falcon has completely usurped the property, and it will be their mother and daughter's turn next. Your appearance is just an opportunity, the last piece of the puzzle."

Such a kind, gentle and elegant senior sister would encounter such a terrible accident, Wuma Xingjin felt distressed, and he vowed to send Yuji and his son to where they should go.

At the same time, Wuma Xingjin fell into thinking, trying to piece this information together.

By the way, why does Inami Kaoru know so much?

While he was thinking, he was interrupted by Kaoru Inami.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"If not, let's get down to business."

A rustling sound came, and when the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, it was petite but perfectly shaped.

Pushing Wuma Xingjin down, sitting on his waist, taking off his glasses and hair tie, Jingha Xun seemed to be saying something insignificant:

"I will stay with you until the Art Prize starts tomorrow."

"Inami-kun, please calm down, I already have a girlfriend."

Wuma Xingjin didn't understand why Jingbo Xun suddenly threw himself into his arms.

The defense line gradually fell, Wu Ma Xingjin tried his best to suppress the restlessness, held her shoulders and tried to push her away, and found a piece of delicate and smooth skin. Inami Xun's skin was better than imagined.

Because the distance was too close, he saw the gloom in Inami Kaoru's eyes.

This is not the look you would have if you liked him.

"I don't want to be involved with other women anymore. It's not too late to stop now."

【Do you think I want to? 】

[You, a man who stinks as much as a rotten wild boar, can't you just shut up and enjoy it? 】

Kaoru Inami wanted to say this, but she couldn't.

"Have you done it with Yoko Kawaki and Kotoyuki Arakawa?"

"If you need anything in the future, come to me, don't go to them."

Saying the words that he had practiced hundreds of times against his will, Kaoru Inami opened his hand and held it against him with the small hands that played beautiful melodies on the piano.

This body, which should have been given to Yu Akane-sama as a sacrifice to the gods, has been contaminated by a pagan like you.

What a sad fate I have.

The delicious food delivered to your door is enough to make anyone want to eat it. It would be a pity not to eat it.

"No, we can't do that."

Biting the tip of his tongue to force himself to regain his clarity, Wuma Xingjin hurriedly pulled Inami Kaoru away.

It is certain that he and this girl have no intersection.

He had incurred enough romantic debts, but he didn't want to be a stud. His original intention, Wuma Xingjin, was to become a great oceanographer, study marine life, and protect the ocean. How could he spend all his good life dating beautiful girls?

To be honest, being on multiple boats was enough to put him to shame.

"Sorry, Kaoru Inami-san."

"I can not do it."

"Rather than this, I want to hear your story."

Wuma Xingjin covered his body with a blanket, and Jingha Xun fell into silence.

She is not the kind of girl who wants to take risks and experience the excitement of puberty. To her, this kind of thing is no different from falling into a swamp full of mud.

What should have been done before the primary election was postponed until today, which has already made Lady Yuqian angry. If she continues to evade, she might be hated by Lady Yuqian.

Thinking of this outcome, Inami Kaoru trembled with fear, as if he was drowning in the dark deep sea, lonely and helpless.

Even if you have close contact with a dirty man, you can't let this happen.

She was all she had.

"How can a girl who can be seen everywhere have any stories? If she wants to write about her travels on this occasion, is she not interested in me?"

"It's okay to say that."

Wuma Xingjin planned to make Jingbo Xun disgusted with him.

Outside the door, Yuko Ishimoto knocked on the door and reminded softly:

"Inami-san, everyone is going to have dinner at a restaurant next to Fukawabata Park tonight. If it's convenient, would you like to come with us?"

Although Inami Kaoru is used to hiding in corners and is not good at communicating, and is always ignored intentionally or unintentionally, but she is still a member no matter what, and it is too pitiful to be left alone like this. Ishimoto Yuko needs to inform her to prevent Inami Kaoru from being People gossip.

Wuma Xingjin held his breath and glanced nervously at the locked door.

"No, Ishimoto-san, please come back."

"Yes, yes, the food provided by the hotel is also delicious."

Ishimoto Yuko's voice was still gentle, and she was not upset because Inami Kaoru rejected her kindness.

When the footsteps outside the door gradually became quieter, Wuma Xingjin sighed.

“It’s a great opportunity to be part of a group.”

Kaoru Inami smiled, as sweet and lovely as a blooming lotus, revealing its pink heart.

"The more lonely a person is, the more unable he is to leave the so-called human world."

"I've found my happy place."

"Do you think I still care about this fragile and useless relationship?"

"Let's stop the philosophical discussion here. We are not philosophers, we are all puppets controlled by fate."

"continue."

The blanket slid down and it was Wuma Xingjin's turn to be silent.

He still didn't understand why Inami Kaoru was so persistent.

Chapter 168 Birds from Kyoto

At [-] pm the next day, the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards election was held at the Nagoya Arena.

The renovated arena is large in scale and can accommodate more than 2 people. It belongs to a local professional football club. It is usually used for training time. However, because the art appreciation is extremely popular, the club is also willing to borrow it.

Starting from the general election, the rules are no longer relaxed. If the individual score cannot beat the opponent, they will be eliminated, which means that they can no longer rely on the team score to advance.

By analogy, until the last person represents the school, he challenges several opponents in turn and wins to advance to the next round.

With a bang, fireworks shot out from both sides of the stage, a large amount of smoke filled the air, and a man who looked out of place from beginning to end appeared.

The person who came to the front of the stage holding a microphone was still the same host who had a shiny back and gold-scaled leather shoes from the audition, but today he was wearing a slutty purple leather jacket and his voice was high-pitched. Makes you wonder if you have hyperthyroidism.

"It's me again! Your favorite wolf of Yoon He! The handsome and charming Makoto Kawajiri!"

Pulling the card out of his breast pocket, the host read out the order of appearance of each school and the opponent.

The school badges of the participating schools and the busts of the contestants lit up in rows on the large screen behind them.

After announcing the lottery results for other categories, Makoto Kawajiri deliberately placed the most popular calligraphy group at the end.

"Let's take a look at the results of the talented young men in the calligraphy group and the invincible calligraphy players who are the supreme tyrants!"

Kajiri Makoto protracted his voice: "First of all..."

The audience is eagerly looking forward to it. The general election is no longer like the auditions and primaries where there are dozens of venues and you can be spoiled for choice just by choosing. This time there are only three venues in Japan, so the attention is naturally very high. Unusually, the number of subscriptions to the channel has increased even more.

"Hanaba Middle School vs. Kashima Private School."

"Okamoto High School vs. Nishiyama Academy."

"Yuzhen High School vs. Hachioji High School."

This time, the Hachioji High School calligraphy team faced a strong opponent. It was Yuzhen High School, which was famous for its literary attainments. It had produced several literary giants and calligraphy masters, and its strength should not be underestimated.

"Hey, look! That's Yuzhen High School's ace, Chunsheng, right?"

"Don't mess with me. I'm not blind. It is said that I am the only heir of Master Tianzhi."

"Are you talking about the descendants of Master Tian Zifeng, who is known as the number one in renge haiku today?"

"It's needless to say, you don't even know how to come here to see a hammer art award."

"I am a rough man and not good at elegance."

"........"

Dazzling lights, waves of people, and deafening cheers.

As long as anyone stands on that high stage, his heart will be surging, and his passion will burst out, as if his youth is enough to stay at this moment.

Under the spotlight, the teenagers from Yuzhen High School were in high spirits and waved to the audience.

Just standing there, he exuded confidence, making countless spectators marvel at his extraordinary demeanor, and the number of people was exaggerated to six people.

As the leaders of the younger generation of the family, they believe they can defeat any opponent.

In comparison, Hachioji High School is much worse. Although they are also fully staffed, their momentum is lower.