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

Why is it scary?Wuma Xingjin asked himself, he thought that the fear he had when he was a child had long been left in the past.

After taking a bath, Wuma Xingjin came to the bedroom. The orange light beside the bed was bright and dim, and there was a vague and attractive outline on the edge where the light touched.

His head became dizzy. Wu Ma Xingjin lay on the bed holding his head. A wave of boredom arose. He turned over and touched the outline. The outline trembled and returned to silence.

Isn't this my room?

Wuma Xingjin was stunned for a moment and found that there was another person on the bed.

Takechizuru was still taking a bath, so the person who appeared here could only be Kobayakawa Yukane.

His body gradually lost control, and his rationality disappeared little by little. Wuma Xingjin slowly put his palm on his senior sister's shoulder, and his skin was unexpectedly smooth through a thin layer of clothing.

If it's a senior, it should be fine.

Being touched by Wuma Xingjin, like a little beast afraid of entering a forbidden area, its outline trembled even more.

Wuma Xingjin's throat was dry, and this beautiful face was blurred in his sight. He felt that his senior sister looked more beautiful than usual.

The sound of water dripping in his ears made Wuma Xingjin feel like he was back in the summer when he met Yuka Kobayakawa.

"Today is a dangerous period..."

After saying that, his snow-white body remained motionless like a fish in the deep sea.

The last piece of the puzzle has finally come together.

From then on, Wuma Xingjin completely belonged to him.

That's what guilt is all about.

Um?Why hasn’t Yuka Kobayakawa rested yet?

Zhu Qianhe wiped her hair and tilted her head. She was curious about Kobayakawa Yuaki standing outside Wuma Xingjin's room. When she got closer, she heard a faint sound and blushed to the roots of her ears.

How many women does this troublesome guy want to be involved with?

Kobayakawa Yukane stood barefoot on the floor, wearing her mother's yukata, and her smile was so gentle that it was scary.

The senior sister said to the bodyguard:

"Have you done it with him?"

The window behind him was dim and he couldn't see the outside scenery clearly.

Clumps of fluffy snowflakes hit the glass, making a tiny sound.

The snow is getting heavy.

Chapter 177 What did you drink for me?

All kinds of daily life pass by unconsciously, unhurriedly and slowly, as if away from each other, thinking about it but maintaining a sense of distance.

Everyone is playing their own role

February is the coldest season in Tokyo and also the snow season in Tokyo.

Speaking of cold, it is even worse in Kyoto, and there is more snow than in Tokyo. Because Kyoto is a basin, it is even colder, but the snow in Tokyo also has its own unique style.

Just like Izu and Ogasawara, Hachioji, who also belongs to the Tokyo metropolitan area, considers himself a Tokyoite. This is not because he wants to squeeze in and gain identity, but probably because he doesn't want to be inferior to Saitama Prefecture.

Of course, in the eyes of Kyoto people, there is no difference between these bumpkin from Kanto.

The sky is clear and the clouds are light. Looking into the distance, a winter scene spreads out. Snowflakes are dancing in the air, and they are very cold on the skin.

There was a layer of ice on the pond in the courtyard of the school, which was not thick. Some students were poking holes in the ice. Next to them was a smooth and slippery civet cat, lying on the steps of the pond and licking its hair like a fat cat. sea ​​cucumber.

Those are students from the Breeding Department. Their work is so convenient that they can start at any time.

Arakawa Kotoyuki's illness quickly improved under the careful care of Wuma Xingjin. This period of time was the happiest time for Arakawa Kotoyuki. After all, it was the best excuse to boss around that annoying guy.

When Kobayakawa Yukane returned to school, she was no different from usual. She still lived a solitary life in the third grade. However, she had a little tail in the corner. This tail even used to pick up her leftover drink bottles and collect them. Behavior.

This behavior, which should not happen to a female high school student, was not noticed because of the girl's thin presence.

Viewed from above, students on campus move around like ants.

It was the short lunch time. Due to the weather, although the school rooftop was unlocked, there was no one there. It was pitiful to think about eating lunch alone on the rooftop in February when the cold wind was blowing.

Wuma Xingjin was enjoying his lunch alone on the rooftop.

It was said to be lunch, but in fact it was just two pineapple buns and a can of still warm canned coffee, which was quite miserable compared to the past when it was so rich that it was almost impossible to finish.

That night it was not Kobayakawa-senpai, but another person who looked very similar to her.

When Wuma Xingjin realized this, he understood that he had completely stepped into the abyss and touched the taboo that must not be touched.

Miss Sayuri looked radiant the next day, her skin was unbelievably good, and she became smoother and more pleasant overnight.

If you exclude her bitter expression.

But Sayuri, who was used to being submissive, did not accuse Wuma Xingjin of anything. After a silent breakfast, she went back to bed with her sore waist and fell asleep.

Both of them remained silent about this, but Yuka Kobayakawa seemed to notice the change in her and burst into tears.

Seeing the tearful Kobayakawa Yukane, Uma Seijin was heartbroken. The guilt was beating on his chest like a drumstick. At first, it only fell sparsely, but as the tears fell on the floor, they broke and became continuous. .

Could it be that all the hard work I have put in for so long is just to make my senior sister sad?

Wuma Xingjin felt helpless and helpless in his heart.

It's true that this kind of daily life is back on track, but is this really what he wants?

The taste of bread in his mouth is like chewing wax, and no one has the face to see him now.

There weren't many snowflakes, but they all fell towards the bread in his hand. Wuma Xingjin thought that even the snowflakes couldn't bear to see his own sins and wanted to wash him away.

Shake off the snowflakes on the pineapple bread, it is no longer soft and warm when you eat it.

Looking at the mountains buried in the snow in the distance, Wuma Xingjin murmured to himself:

"Go in, go in, and see the green mountains again."

Another voice as clear as spring water said:

"Go in, go in, it's still snow."

Yuan Qingxue's footprints left a trail of footprints on the rooftop covered with a thin layer of snow, like a dew-eating fairy in the forest.

Taking out a bento from the package and handing it to Wuma Xingjin, Yuan Qingxue tore open the red bean bread packaging, leaving small teeth marks on it.

"Does the minister also know this haiku?"

"Don't forget my identity."

Taneda Santouhuo is one of Wuma Xingjin's favorite poets. During the depressed days when he first came to Tokyo, I saw some of his simple but meaningful poems in a bookstore.

Wuma Xingjin, who is wandering between reality, escape, and recollection, seems to see himself in the poem of Zangtian Shantouhuo. He is astonished. Even if he is hesitating in his current relationship with several girls, he can still resonate with it.

"Wuma bugs like to eat cold food?"

Minamoto Kiyoshi pointed to the lunch box, which was the lunch that Arakawa Kotoyuki asked her to bring.

The snowflakes fell on her shoulders and refused to melt for a long time. Her skin suddenly turned into the same color as the transparent snowflakes, which was so beautiful that it made people sad.

"Do you want to eat, Minister?"

"Need not."

In any case, eating just one red bean bun would be too harsh on yourself.

But now he is not qualified to preach to Yuan Qingxue.

The falling snowflakes from the sky are dotted with hair, clothes, and the distance between the two of them.

Yuan Qingxue suddenly said:

"Those who enter the literature club have found it."

"what?"

"Has your understanding always been so poor?"

"The person who stole the video appeared in front of me a few days ago."

"Didn't you have any holidays with us?"

"No."

“He kept asking me [Are you the one who brought him to Japan?]”

"So who could be so boring?"

"He is a cat with a weak brain, but he is very agile. It seems that this is the reason why there are no traces in the process of stealing the video."

"I can't think of a reason why she stole the video."

"[It's you women with evil intentions who made him become like this. I want to see what magic you used to keep him]"

"That's what she said."

"You are probably familiar with this person."

Wuma Xingjin still didn't expect that anyone he knew would say such a thing.

When I first joined the Literature Club, I wanted to avoid trouble, but I didn't expect more and more troubles. After the Tokyo Autumn Art Festival is completely over, I will probably be able to go back to the life of fishing.

Speaking of the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards, Wuma Xingjin and Yuan Qingxue came to the stairs of the rooftop, closed the door to block out the cold wind, and sat on the steps eating pineapple buns, intending to eat them later.

The gap between Arakawa Kotoyuki's cooking skills and her dim sum making is appalling. It's okay to fill your stomach, but forget about extravagant taste.

But considering that the popular beautiful girl prepared a bento just for herself, it would be too greedy to be dissatisfied with this kind of treatment.

"Kaguhime Kaguji made an appearance at the Art Awards."

"That's right, she has almost no weaknesses. She has a noble status, countless wealth, and a look that makes people dare not even dare to be arrogant."

Yuan Qingxue paused and said again:

"And good health."

Then he said in a teasing tone: "What? Are you scared?"

"Wuma Bugs is just an ordinary person, and it's natural for him to be scared."

"How do you know I'm scared?"