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

Seeing Wu Ma Xingjin's confused look, Yuan Qingxue turned sideways and said calmly:

"In other words——"

"Wuma, have you found your goal? In other words, found your own happiness."

Because of Yuan Qingxue's words, Wuma Xingjin fell into deep thought.

Probably not. If you think about it carefully, from the beginning to now, you have been working hard to help Arakawa Kotoyuki rebuild the Arakawa Group and clear your name. You have never done anything for yourself.

I didn't think there was any problem. I had already achieved redemption and had so many bonds in this land.

"Looks like I haven't found it yet. Let's go. The accompaniment music hasn't been recorded yet."

"So has the minister been found?" Wuma Xingjin asked curiously.

"Do you remember Natsuko Kondo?" Yuan Qingxue asked.

Wuma Xingjin nodded. He had not forgotten the girl who jumped into the cold river on Christmas night.

The corners of Yuan Qingxue's mouth curved slightly, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

"I found it a long time ago."

"They're right there."

The chants of the track and field team's training, the crisp sound of the aluminum alloy bat hitting the baseball, and the lively laughter of the boys and girls who had finished the entrance exam.

The symphony of youth penetrated the transparent glass of the Literature Department and echoed in this small activity room.

The sky gradually turned a layer of orange. The bad weather in Tokyo rarely got better, and the sunset glow spread out from the setting sun.

The clouds floated casually, like a wet sponge filled with foam and thrown on top.

The camellias on the streets have begun to wither. If it were Izu, they would still be in full bloom even in May, but this is Tokyo, and the camellias will only wither earlier.

Catching a petal, Wuma Xingjin felt the smooth touch from his fingertips, and the lines of the petals were clearly detectable.

Until now, he still didn't understand the special meaning of what the minister said.

Standing on tiptoes and inserting the petals again near the stamens, Wuma Xingjin looked intently at the camellia that was about to wither on the branches, hoping that she could stay longer.

Chapter 201 The Eve

2 month 27 day.

The end of winter is approaching, but the colors of spring haven't blown in from the sea yet.

It no longer snows in Tokyo. Without the white decoration, the ginkgo trees on the one-way street look bare, and there seems to be a sense of desolation in the wind.

However, in addition to the desolation, there was also a group of energetic girls who stepped onto the bus.

"Have you heard? The venue this time is over Kanagawa, and it's also Kamakura City. Do you want to pay homage to Tsuruoka Hachimangu Shrine?"

"Fuhui, no matter where you go, you always visit the shrine first. I really can't do anything to you."

"It was the same last time in Nagoya. I went to Atsuta Jingu Shrine as soon as I got off the car. I didn't even pack my luggage. I was as devout as a believer."

"I hate it, why do you use such old-fashioned words to describe it~"

Different from the lively discussions among others, Yuko Ishimoto held the textbook melancholy, unable to read no matter how hard he read.

She is a third-year student and will soon be facing further studies. She has already passed the central examination in January, and will have the university entrance exam next. Ishimoto Yuko is very confident in both the written test and the interview.

But the only problem is the tuition fee. So far, the money I have saved for two years is not enough.

The dividends for contestants in the Art Awards only belong to star-level contestants, so she is naturally not eligible.

"What's wrong? Sister Yuko looks distressed?"

Nakazawa Shiori sat down on her lap. As a result, her calf raised and hit the armrest of the seat, causing her to burst into tears.

Yuko Ishimoto took out a can of spray from her bag, shook it twice, sprayed it on Nakazawa Shiori's injured area, and tapped her head:

"She's always so reckless. If she were alone, Shiori wouldn't be able to take care of herself."

"Don't I have Sister Yuko?"

"......"

But there are only less than two months left and I am leaving soon.

Nakazawa Shiori's innocent eyes made it difficult for Ishimoto Yuko to speak, and her heart was as heavy as a stone.

There are about 20 girls in the dance group, occupying half of the seats on the bus, and the rest of the seats are quite empty. After all, it has reached the semi-finals, and the only remaining ones in the calligraphy group are Uma Seijin and Miyaguchi Masaharu. There are only 24 people in Shangyuan Qingxue.

The bus engine roars and is about to start.

A black car seemed to appear out of thin air and stopped at the gate of Hachioji High School.

A man in a well-dressed kimono stepped down. His dark eyes seemed to hide all the emotions of a girl, and his every move showed the unique gentleness of Kyoto women.

But when she saw the bus carrying the Art Prize contestants getting ready to take off, the girl didn't care to maintain her posture and trotted with her kimono in hand, shouting as she ran:

"Wait!"

Morimiya Megumi saw the kimono girl in the rearview mirror. She didn't look like a student from Hachioji High School. She was probably looking for someone.

Anyway, the distance from Tokyo to Kanagawa is very short. There is no need to rush. It doesn't matter if it takes a while. Morimiya Megumi asked the driver to stop the car and open the door.

"Huh... I thought I almost missed it."

Nagayama Ryoko climbed onto the bus out of breath, looked around for a while, ignored the gazes gathered on her, and walked straight towards Wuma Xingjin who was sleeping.

Ryoko Nagayama took off Wuma Xingjin’s hat and said loudly:

"It's only nine o'clock, don't sleep!"

very noisy.......

Wuma Xingjin rubbed his eyes, and what came into view was the high-spirited Ryoko Nagayama.

Isn't she in Kyoto?Why are you here?

Arakawa Kotoyuki stared at Wuma Xingjin with a dead smile and said: "Wuma-kun's popularity with girls is also super high school level."

"Ha ha..."

Wuma Xingjin laughed dryly. He had nothing to do with Ryoko Yongshan. What was going on with this guilty feeling?

Is it a gift of calligraphy and painting?After all, I have never given Qin Xue away.

"Are you the Arakawa Kotoyuki?" Nagayama Ryoko recognized it: "Changhama's mother told me that you look like a good prospect for maiko. You are very talented in both the softness of your body and the interpretation of your expressions. .”

"Who is this?"

Ishimoto Yuko put away her melancholy and looked at the girl in a gorgeous kimono.

"My name is Ryoko Nagayama, Ryoko Nagayama from Kihokan."

"Did Yongshan-san also go to participate in the art appreciation competition?"

"What are you talking about! Is there anyone who doesn't know me?"

For some reason, the more Arakawa Kotoyuki looked at Ryoko Nagayama, the more displeased she became. She covered her mouth and chuckled to her companions in the dance group next to her:

"Maybe the pace in Tokyo is too fast and no one pays attention to the old things in Kyoto."

"Old, corny!?" Ryoko Nagayama looked like an angry pufferfish, turning to look at Kotoyuki Arakawa angrily: "What are you, a nouveau riche, talking about!"

"Well, as Arakawa-san said, Kyoto people are really old-fashioned, and their prejudice against Tokyo is so stubborn."

"Yes, yes, I always feel that there is abuse hidden behind the smiles of those Kyoto people. It's so scary."

"It turns out I'm not the only one who feels this way..."

Even though Nagayama Ryoko wanted to argue, she couldn't find a chance to speak in the face of the chattering discussions among the girls.

Arakawa Kotoyuki was surrounded by a group of girls, showing a proud smile. This was her home court. As a popular character on campus, as long as she casually said a few words, the topic would start around her. How could a mere Kyoto girl be her opponent? .

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet and return to your seats."

Morimiya Megumi was in the front row, holding on to the seat and raising her upper body, so that the female high school students' strong desire to discuss could be restrained.

It would be bad if someone got hurt when the vehicle started.

Nagayama Ryoko sat down behind Wuma Xingjin, put her hands on his seat, and said slightly melancholy:

"The money owed to the Xiyingkan has been paid off. Changbin's mother asked me to come find you."

Wuma Xingjin took back his hat from her hand and said with a smile:

"It's not very good."

"It's not good!"

Ryoko Nagayama raised a pair of beautiful eyebrows, then slouched like a frustrated rubber ball: "I am here to make you my benefactor."

"A benefactor?"

This was the first time Wuma Xingjin heard this word, and he couldn't help but curiously asked: "It means being kind to your guests, is that what it means?"

"That's not it."

Ryoko Nagayama shook his head, his face turned red, and he didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't just say directly: "It also includes teaching me about men and women, right?"

She, Ryoko Nagayama, believed that she could become the most powerful geisha through her own efforts.

"Anyway, I don't need a favor."

"Well, I don't care. I have no interest in becoming your benefactor."

Wuma Xingjin stretched out and planned to continue sleeping, but the next moment his neck tightened. Ryoko Yongshan grabbed his collar and pulled him up. He even raised his voice several degrees, and his tone was embarrassed and annoyed:

"Huh? Not interested in me?!"

"How dare you, a pig, say such things? Stop looking down on others!"

"Do you want me to say I'm interested?"

"H! Abnormal!" Nagayama Ryoko immediately let go as if she had caught something dirty, holding her chest and pulling away.

After the vehicle started, Ryoko Nagayama also calmed down and noticed that the atmosphere in the car was centered around Kotoyuki Arakawa.

Ryoko Nagayama muttered, "I'm not bad in terms of popularity either."

But without a school life, it is obviously impossible for her to say that she doesn't have much envy, but she just won't admit it, especially when it comes to comparison.