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

An Yiji Zaohua muttered, "It's really irresponsible," and turned around to join the morning tea party for high school girls.

"It's a pity that Anyiji-san didn't come yesterday."

"Yes, yes, I met an artist filming at Karaoke yesterday, and there were many people from the agency. Yuri-chan, do you think we will be on TV?"

"Arakawa-san behaves very normally. Is he worthy of being someone who has been on the Budokan level stage?"

"Hey, did Arakawa-san use any technique for applying eye shadow?"

"that......"

An Yiji Zaohua didn't know where to interrupt. Everyone's attention was not on her at all. It was rare that she got up an hour early today and asked the stylist to help her braid a fashionable hairstyle.

What, isn’t it said that I am suitable for dyeing my hair? Why is there no reaction at all when I change my hair color...

Anyiji Zaohua stirred her bright golden hair with her fingers and lowered her head in frustration.

With hidden worries, it is naturally difficult to concentrate in class.

An Yiji Zaohua felt that her head had turned into a ball of paste, as if something called 'knowledge' had slipped through the cerebral cortex without leaving any trace.

The end of get out of class bell rang, and the tense study atmosphere relaxed. Taking advantage of this time, students in the class gathered together in twos and threes to talk, except for Anyi Si Zaohua who was sweating profusely and filling in his notes.

Even with Wuma Xingjin's individual guidance, it was still too difficult for Anyi Si Zaohua to catch up with her academic progress in such a short period of time.

After all, not everyone is gifted in learning.

A gust of fragrant wind makes the early flowers of Anyi Temple raise their heads;

Arakawa Kotoyuki placed a book with a fancy cover and a girlish style on the table, pushed it to the hand of An Yiji Zaika, and said with a sunny smile:

"Want to refer to my notes?"

"Thank you very much, Arakawa-san, it was a great help."

"The handwriting is so beautiful."

The girl is like a little sun. Just standing next to her makes people feel dazzling. At the same time, there is no excessive burning pain, almost a warm feeling.

Arakawa Kotoyuki leaned closer and lowered her voice, a strand of hair falling from her ear, "Let's skip class next period."

Anyitji Hayaka looked at the girl in disbelief, "How is this possible!"

As a good student in everyone's eyes, he actually did such a rebellious thing as skipping class...

An Yiji Zaohua seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

"Why can't this work?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki tightened her hair and continued to confuse: "The next class is physical education, and the event is volleyball, so it doesn't matter."

Other girls also raised their hands to express their stance and echoed:

"I don't want to jump around in front of boys in gym clothes."

"That look is so obscene, as disgusting as licking your skin with a sticky tongue. I agree with Kotoyuki-chan's suggestion!"

"Me too, especially that Tanaka, always staring at other people's thighs. Likes and dislikes."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of wailing from the boys.

The biggest pleasure after boring study is watching girls of the same age sweating in physical education class.

As long as I think about the ground stepped on by pickled indoor shoes, I can lie down at will, or even take a deep breath when no one is around, and the fatigue of studying will disappear like a stomachache, and it will be gone!

Is this tiny happiness going to be deprived now?

No, that's not allowed!

After talking to Morimiya Megumi, the girls got a chance to take a break and participate in class activities without going to the gym.

There are only a dozen girls left in the classroom of Grade 3 Class B. Since it is the last class in the morning, the hungry ones have already started to open their lunch boxes and enjoy their lunch.

The girls around Arakawa Kotoyuki were chattering, and the topic shifted from whose lunch box was delicious to appearance.

Nail art, makeup, jewelry...

An Yiji's Hayaka tried her best to appear gregarious, but she was clumsy in trying to get involved in the conversation.

Until Yuli's words gave her a sense of amnesty.

"Classmate Anyiji's earrings look awkward, and the light refracted in the sun is very eye-catching."

Seeing that the topic was finally her turn, Anyiji Zaoka suppressed the joy in her heart, touched her earrings and explained:

"This is a diamond produced in South Africa. If Yuli likes it, I have many more there, including sapphires, amethysts, opals...

I can give you anything you want. "

What was meant with good intentions suddenly froze the entire scene.

Although the voice of An Yiji Zaohua was not loud, the exaggerated content made the entire classroom audible. Even the students who were eating lunch were stunned with their chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Yuli showed a stiff smile and waved her hands repeatedly, taking a few steps back, "This, this is no longer necessary."

A scoffing voice came from the corner.

"Pfft, a high school student wears diamond jewelry."

"That's right. It's so funny. I really thought that everyone was like a young lady from a wealthy family like Arakawa-san."

"You should at least have some sense of humor when joking, and you should also give gems as a gift... I'm afraid it's not a souvenir bought at a stall while traveling, right?"

"Let me tell you, she is the type of person who will say anything just to attract attention."

"It's just that it's too clumsy to imitate."

"Also, you have blond hair. Even if you want to attract attention, you don't have to look like this. It's a conspicuous bag."

An Yiji Zaohua's face was filled with anxiety as she wanted to defend herself, and anxious tears hung in the corners of her eyes.

"no......."

Fashionable dress and pretending to be mature did not bring her confidence, and this guilty look caused a deeper misunderstanding.

I’m inquiring about new gossips and topics, whether it’s hair dyeing, jewelry, or nails that I haven’t tried yet. I stayed up all night looking at them, and got up early today to get them done.

I desperately want to blend in with everyone, but why can't I always do it the right way?

For some reason, An Yiji Zaohua kind of hates herself now.

Like a puppet following the trend, letting the wind change its shape.

"enough!"

Arakawa Kotoyuki's piercing voice was unusual, and it immediately shocked several girls who were talking nonsense.

"Mizutani and Mano, right? You'll know immediately if this is true."

After saying these words, Arakawa Kotoyuki picked up Yasaka Yasuka and strode through the front door of the classroom, leaving gracefully.

The remaining girls looked at each other in confusion, "Is Arakawa-san's relationship with that transfer student that good?"

"Who knows, it's better to say less."

Kotoyuki Arakawa bent over at the shoe cabinet and put on long string riding boots.

Because the weather is getting warmer, there is no need to wear leggings anymore. A pair of smooth calves are wrapped in riding boots, which makes the whole person look capable and concise. It has to be said that girls have their own unique opinions when it comes to clothing matching.

That's great. Arakawa-san is beautiful and has personality. When will she become like her?

Although An Yiji Zaohua also has a dedicated stylist, it is very different from my clumsy interpersonal skills. Even the stylist could not expect this, so people can't help but feel that there is something wrong.

Who would have thought that the sister of the dignified current president of the Hitachi Foundation is a social terror who has been kept in a cage.

It's impossible to associate it with Kaguhime Kaguya's perfect image without any flaws.

"Huh? Are you curious?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki noticed the sight of An Yiji Zaohua, "These boots are a new product from WEGO. They are cheap and suit my taste."

"I'll take you to see it when I get the chance."

"But now, there are more important things waiting for me to do."

"Is it important?" Anyi Si Zaohua raised her head, her eyes a little confused.

"That's right." Kotoyuki Arakawa winked mischievously, "It's a gashapon machine."

“And it’s a Bubble Mart gashapon machine.”

"I've become obsessed with this recently. If I don't go to the gashapon vending machine and draw more than a dozen rounds a day, I will miss it for a long time. Although [-] yen per draw is a bit expensive."

"It's actually quite relaxing, so I thought I'd take you to try it."

An Yiji's Hayaka lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, and said in a low voice: "Arakawa-san, you don't have to be so nice to me."

Arakawa Kotoyuki said with a smile: "Huh? Aren't we classmates?"

"I'm a classmate, but I'm just a classmate. It's not okay to be so gentle to me." An Yiji's Hayaka said with a trembling voice as she clenched her sleeves.

"I have heard about what Sister Kaguya did to you.

How could I still accept Arakawa-san's kindness as if I was a normal person? "

"Just keep your distance as usual, and just be neither close nor far away as usual."

You can return to a closed state and no longer have to worry about being hurt by someone's words.

Being alone is just a bit harmless and lonely, and I'm already used to it anyway.

Arakawa Kotoyuki shook her finger, and the words she said made An Yiji's Hayaka pupils shake.

"The early flower of Ansuji is not Kaguhime of Ansuji."

"So, one code equals one code."

Chapter 242 An Indispensable Person

“Hating someone who is not relevant because of something they did.

It's like hating ordinary people living in another country across the ocean. Is this really right?

Carrying hatred will only live in the shadow of the past, and you will not be able to move forward. I think I can still tell this clearly. "

"Actually, even if it were An Yiji Kaguhime... if you think about it, even if it were me, I could only do that kind of thing."