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

“It was Mizutani-san who said I might look good if I dyed my hair blonde, so I went to see a stylist.

Although I feel a little embarrassed to talk to people about changing my hair color, I have been praised many times.

I'm actually very grateful to Mizutani-san, and I'm very sorry for causing you such embarrassment. "

The heavy air suddenly relaxed, catching everyone off guard.

The boys were drinking pinball soda and were preparing to watch a 'battle' between girls, but the situation ended so hastily. The development of the matter was a bit beyond expectations, and almost made people spit out the soda from their mouths.

Mizutani Reise and Mano Yui were stunned for a moment. They were obviously the ones who stirred up the trouble in the first place. They were prepared to be scolded, but An Yiji-san surprisingly didn't care.

"No, no, no, it's over here. I'm really scared..."

The two groups of people who were vaguely tit-for-tat more than an hour ago bowed and apologized to each other, and there was an indescribable harmony.

While Arakawa Kotoyuki distributed the Bubble Mart blind box she drew to the girls around her, she used her peripheral vision to capture the performance of An Yiji's early flowers, and inadvertently showed a happy smile.

A girl with inlaid manicure said jokingly: "By the way, didn't An Yiji-san say that he would also give away gems? Is it true?"

"What are you thinking about? Just one pill is enough to save you from struggling for ten years. Just think about such good things in your dreams."

An Yiji Zaohua said innocently as if she was talking about an ordinary thing:

"It's true. If you want something, you can come to my apartment and pick what you like."

"Hey! It's a lie!"

"Forget it, if you give it to me, I won't be able to help but sell it immediately."

"To tell you the truth, me too."

In the final analysis, it was just a small episode, and with An Yisi's early flowers ignoring past grudges, the storm was quickly eliminated.

An Yiji Zaohua, who had always played the role of echoing the topic, experienced the feeling of being noticed for the first time. He no longer looked clumsy and walked step by step towards the 'interpersonal master' he longed for.

As Kotoyuki Arakawa said;

It doesn't matter if it's slow or small, just move forward.

Today, Anyi Si Zaohua no longer needs her help. Rather than avoiding the rain, it would be better to give her an umbrella.

While everyone's attention was on An Yiji's Hayaka, Arakawa Kotoyuki quietly slipped out of the back door.

The semi-open corridor was filled with the fragrance of spring flowers. The girl leaned on the railing and looked towards the school library as if she had relieved herself of a heavy burden;

That's the direction of the Literature Club.

However, since Yuan Qingxue was hospitalized, the girl has never set foot in the activity room of the Literature Club.

A young man appeared at some unknown time, leaning next to the girl as well, and followed the girl's gaze. The young man was silent for a while.

"It was indeed the right thing to leave it to you."

The warm wind blew by, and the girl's long, black and bright hair like crow feathers flew in the air, as beautiful as the thin lines drawn by the master of Chinese traditional culture on white rice paper.

The girl held her chin and tilted her face, twirling a cherry blossom on the boy's shoulder, as if she was confused and asking herself.

"You, since when did you know about it?"

Chapter 244 Carry out your own correctness

Thick and light clouds drifted by;

The girl's eyes turned from her shoulders to Wuma Xingjin's face. Wuma Xingjin smiled back and lightly shrugged her shoulders.

"It probably started with her striking blonde hair."

"Honestly, I felt something was wrong when I saw An Yiji's Hayaka dyeing her hair. How could her character dye her hair such a bold color?"

"Looking at her condition recently, she didn't listen to what I said at all, so I'm a little worried."

Sometimes if you exert too much force, you will become a confused ghost. It is not bad to live in the eyes of others. After all, people cannot live apart from the group, but at least they must ensure that their own color will not be lost in the eyes of all living beings. In phase.

Arakawa Kotoyuki continued: "There are also people who like to echo other people's personalities. Wuma-kun just thinks that he shouldn't appear in Anyiji Zaohua."

"She is that sister after all."

"I don't understand a little bit. Were you the ones who taught Mizutani-san and Mano-san to say those words?"

Wuma Xingjin looked away: "Who knows."

I think it's more about going with the flow.The second half of the sentence was not spoken, so it would be better to say that there is no need to defend now, as long as the purpose is achieved.

Now it seems that An Yiji Zaohua has perfectly integrated into interpersonal communication. Who would have thought that not long ago, she was just a girl squatting in her room reading a book all day long?

Ever since Yuan Qingxue was hospitalized for recuperation, something seemed to be chasing him behind him, which always made it difficult for him to calm down and think about other things.

According to the current progress, she should be satisfied. If it still doesn't work, there is nothing she can do.

Even though she got an ambiguous answer, Arakawa Kotoyuki seemed to understand something and had no intention of criticizing.

"What about you, Qin Xue? How true or false are those words that reveal your true feelings?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki pulled the corners of her eyes with her fingers and spit out a pink tongue: "Who knows?"

"However, the arrogant behavior of correcting other people's characters should not appear on Mr. Wuma. It is not like you at all."

"Yeah, nothing like me."

A trace of reluctance flashed across Wu Ma Xingjin's face, and he looked past the flourishing cherry trees in the atrium and looked directly at the vermillion-colored outer wall of the library.

"But it had to be done."

He firmly believes that everything he does is correct, and it doesn't matter if he does the right thing a thousand or ten thousand times, so how can he feel guilty.

It turns out that I’m not the only one who forced myself.

Arakawa Kotoyuki's beautiful face was covered with a cloud, her lips pursed into a line, and she turned to say with a bright smile.

"You owe me a favor this time, and I have to think carefully about how I want you to repay it."

"There are so many things that I have wanted to do with you for a long time."

"For example, two people chatting endlessly after school... Or maybe going to Gotanda to eat spicy beef tendon curry together on weekends. It would also be nice to take a trip to Kyushu once in a while -"

As the girl spoke, she bent her slender fingers one by one, then suddenly clapped her hands gently, and made the same delicate and lovely voice as before.

"It's decided, let's go shopping with me again after a long absence."

"After it's all over."

Facing the girl with a bright smile, the young man nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

The afternoon classes were fleeting;

An Yisi Zaohua came to the door of the library, looked around, walked to the vending machine under the exhibition shed and bought a can of orange juice, took a sip of the drink to moisten her throat, and stretched out comfortably.

Although there are no obvious curves like Kobayakawa Akane and Arakawa Kotoyuki, the right greenness is still eye-catching, and along with the flying snow-like cherry blossoms, it seems that you can smell the sweet scent.

Because the library of Hachioji High School is relatively remote on campus, few people visit it. It looks quiet under the layers of branches, and there is an indescribable loneliness.

Anyiji Zaoka took out a long breath and said with relief: "Ah, it is indeed a good place to relax."

"There are dozens of different types of clubs in the school. If you want to relax, it's more appropriate to go to them."

"Want to borrow a book?"

A familiar voice that was neither salty nor bland sounded, and Anyi Temple was shocked, "Hey!" ' With a cry, he turned around and saw Wuma Xingjin standing under the shade of a tree with a bunch of old keys in his hand.

"What, don't startle people by appearing so suddenly."

"You're making too much of a fuss."

"This is where the Literature Club is located. As a core member, there is nothing surprising about me participating in club activities."

"What's the work of the Literature Club?" An Yiji Zaohua asked curiously.

"Don't you know?" Wuma Xingjin said as if stating something commonplace.

"The activity room occupies part of the space inside the library, and is naturally responsible for library-related work, such as managing the borrowing and registration of books, dusting the bookshelves, etc."

"It's just that the minister has always been responsible for this job. Since the minister was hospitalized, it was my turn to take over."

While speaking, Wuma Xingjin crossed the door of Anyi Temple Zaohua and unlocked it. Anyi Temple Zaohua followed Wuma Xingjin's footsteps through the rows of bookshelves to the activity room of the Literature Department, and looked at the interior curiously.

The coded letter paper on the concave writing table and the gel pen inserted in the pen basket caught the attention of An Yisi Zaohua. Mr. Wuma must have completed the book here.

Everything was neatly organized, but it seemed like no one had set foot there for so long, making it feel a little deserted.

Wuma Xingjin stood in front of the window and looked at his fingers, muttering to himself:

“There’s dust accumulated in the gap under the window...”

Obviously this kind of thing couldn't happen when the minister was here, and neither did I. I hadn't been to the activity room for an unknown amount of time, and the black cat that often appeared on Yuan Qingxue's legs was also missing.

Just when Wuma Xingjin felt a little guilty, Anyi Si Zaohua suddenly jumped on the sofa, holding a "Railway Patrol Manual" and asked Wuma Xingjin: "Is there even such a book here, railway knowledge? It feels right. It’s not useful for high school students.”

Wu Ma Xingjin put on a smile and joked: "Do you know how to read? Ah, sorry, I was a little too surprised. I thought hot girls couldn't read."

The embarrassment on Anyiji Zaohua's face is visible to the naked eye. Because she has been focusing on how to build a good relationship with the girls recently, she often gets distracted during Wuma Xingjin's private lessons, and her grades even fall instead of rising. Of course she knows that Wuma Xingjin is there. Talk about it.

"I can still understand Japanese!"

Wuma Xingjin brewed a pot of hot tea and placed it in front of Anyi Si Zaohua. Such a slightly attentive behavior flattered Anyi Si Zaohua.

Although the two often get along, Anyiji Zaoka still has respect for Wu Ma Xingjin. After all, the title of the youngest Akutagawa Prize winner in history is quite big.

An Yisi Zaohua took a sip of tea to calm down a little, and Wuma Xingjin said seemingly casually:

"So why did you choose to come here to relax?"

"Compared to the unpopular library, those lively places are more in line with your current personality. If others know that you have a quirk that likes to be alone, I'm afraid your reputation will deteriorate drastically."

An Yiji Zaoka drank all the tea in her cup with dissatisfaction and said: "What is a quirk?"

"It's okay to be alone. I want to escape, take a breather, and enjoy my time alone. Even I don't want to stay in the crowd all the time. If I don't do this, people will die."

Wuma Xingjin looked at An Yisi Zaohua's troubled face like a tree hole listening carefully.

"What? Do you feel unhappy getting along with them?"

"No, I am happy to be happy. But I can't do as well as everyone else."

"Like Arakawa-san, I am good-looking and good at interpersonal relationships. I feel a little bit pressured, and subconsciously people will think that I am Arakawa-san's replacement when he is away..."