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"Well... Jinguji-san and I don't know each other very well. We do our own work and don't talk during duty hours." This was all she could say.

Sasami Sayaka's disappointment was visible to the naked eye: "That's right, well, that's what I said. I'm sorry for saying something that made things difficult for you."

"It's okay." Sakurakoji Saakura forced a smile and waved her hands slightly.

If this is really the case, Sakurakoji Sakura has nothing to fear, but the words she said can be said to be full of lies. If one day they are exposed, they may not even be able to be friends in the future.

When I thought of this, I felt my stomach throbbing in pain.

"Sayaka-chan, do you like Jinguji-san?" Sakurakoji Sakura asked again.

"I can't say I like it, it's just..."

"only?"

Sasami Sayaka scratched her cheek in embarrassment and subconsciously looked at the window seat belonging to the boy. There was no one there at this time.

"I just think that everyone, obviously doesn't understand anything, so it's natural for them to criticize someone."

Sakurakoji Sasakura remained silent, feeling increasingly surprised at Sasami Sayaka's thoughts.

Until now, she had never seen anyone around her think about this problem.

Why do you have to think about it? You just need to join everyone in belittling it.

Use the deeds of people like teenagers as the seasoning for singing the praises of youth, and ask this question at the class reunion ten years later: [Eh?There are people like that in our school, hahaha~]

"It's natural to criticize scumbags, right? Does Sayaka think it's okay for him to hurt girls?"

"No, I just think there might be something hidden in it."

"Sayaka-chan, have you forgotten about Teacher Aoyama?" Sakurakoji Sakura said the name helplessly. As expected, Sayaka Sasami was immediately speechless.

"I like Teacher Aoyama very much, and I thought she would become a great teacher." Sakurakoji Sakura continued.

"Hmm... You are right. I am the only one who has such strange thoughts." Sasami Sayaka smiled awkwardly and scratched her head.

To be honest, Sakurakoji Sakura didn't want her friends to interact with that boy, and there was nothing wrong with admitting that.

Firstly, she hoped that the boy would only look at her, and secondly, because Jinguji Yue could really hurt people deeply and make them excruciatingly painful.

Sakurakoji Saakura herself is the best example.

Moreover, it was probably the only one, she thought.

"I originally thought that Sasakura had some good feelings for Jinguji."

"Why do you say that?"

"I know. Whenever everyone discusses things in school and involves Jinguji, even I agree with everyone's disparagement of him. Only Saakura doesn't say anything. Everyone laughs and says you are right. There is no interest in this kind of love at all.

"But sometimes I wonder if Saakura actually knows him very well, so she doesn't say anything."

Sakurakoji Sasakura blinked her big confused eyes: "Me?"

"Aha... Hahaha, doesn't it sound a little stupid? It's all my random thoughts."

Inexplicably, the atmosphere between them fell into silence for a while. Sakurakoji Sasakura felt that she should say something, but when the words reached her lips, she couldn't say anything. She could only wait for the passage of time with a smile that did not match her heart.

"Well, it's getting late and they are still waiting for me. They have to keep this matter a secret for me."

Finally, it was my friend who ended this ambiguous conversation.

After Sayaka Sasami left the classroom, the smile on Sakurakoji Sakura's face gradually faded, and she sat blankly in her seat for a while, suddenly not knowing what she should do next.

After a while, the back door of the classroom was opened, and another student on duty returned to the classroom carrying a trash can.

The stool rubbed against the ground, making an unpleasant noise. The girl quickly walked towards the boy with small steps, and her clenched fist suddenly fell on the boy's shoulder.

"It hurts, what are you doing?" Jinguji Yue looked down at her in confusion.

The girl bit her lip lightly: "Can't you see, I'm beating you."

Followed by another fist.

"What I'm asking is why you hit me?"

Sakurakoji Sakura looked up at the boy, her amber eyes reflecting the boy's handsome face. She only remembered that they were the same height a few years ago, and unconsciously she had to raise her neck to look at him.

"Can't fight without a reason?"

The young man wanted to say something, but after meeting those beautiful eyes, he couldn't help but sigh: "Not really."

"Then can I continue to fight?"

Jinguji Yue said quietly "Yes", and the girl's fists landed on him, becoming softer every time.

Thanks to "Pretending to be Afraid of the Cold" and "Qianyao" for the reward.

Chapter 32 32 The cause of the incident seemed to be her beauty.

After his duty was over, Tsuki Jinguji went to the old school building alone. Sakurakoji Sasakura separated from him early and went to the track and field club.

Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves into the window, forming mottled light beams on the corridor floor. The sound of baseballs being hit and hitting the barbed wire could be heard outside the window.

When I arrived at the student union room, what surprised me was that the door was locked.

Jingujizuki thought for a while, then returned to the staff room, took the key to the old school building, and wrote his name and class on the key record board.

After entering the student union room, Jinguji Yue did not sit down immediately. Instead, he walked around the room, looking at the surrounding walls, bookcases, chandeliers above his head, and the worn floors.

All in all, the boy seemed to have walked into a nostalgic museum, looking for something that matched his memory.

After completing a full circle, Jinguji Tsuki sat down on the sofa, took out the novel from his schoolbag, and read quietly.

[Then, the dagger was drawn out, and he returned to his true self, behaving normally and amiably. 】

[But once greed expands again, he will continue to commit crimes. 】

[Caroline suddenly wakes up. 】

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door of the student union room at this moment. Jinguji Yue raised his eyelids slightly, thinking about whether he was qualified to say "please come in".

During the moment of hesitation, the door was pushed open.

"Well... good afternoon."

The person who opened the door and walked in was a boy wearing glasses. He was neither tall nor short, slightly chubby. He was wearing indoor shoes with green toe caps. He was a first-year student.

Kansakura High School's indoor shoes are available in green, blue, and red colors from first to third grade. You can tell the student's grade by looking at the toe of the shoe, which is very easy to distinguish.

Jingujizuki did not close the book, but kept his original posture and looked at the boy at the door.

The boy's eyes searched the room for a while, and finally fell on Jinguji Yue.

"Hello, senior."

Jingujizuki tilted his head slightly with an expressionless expression.

"Is President Hoshino Mori here?"

"As you can see, I'm the only one here."

"Excuse me, senior, are you..."

"Probably someone from the student union."

"perhaps?"

"You just think I'm a part-time worker. What's the matter?"

The boy obviously didn't understand who Tsuki Jinguji was, but he was a senior, and since he was alone in the student council room, he could only tell Yue Jinguji.

"I'm Kudo from the drama club."

"Hello, my name is Jinguji."

Jingujizuki closed the novel and observed the boy's expression. He did not react to his name.

As for Jinguji Tsuki's reputation in school, for first-year students, aside from rumors, it feels like a campus legend.

After all, when the Jinguji Tsuki incident occurred, these first-year students had not yet entered Kaminakura High School, and had not experienced the shock that only current students at that time could feel.

"The president is not here yet. I'm sorry that I don't have her contact information. You can wait here for a while. I think she will arrive soon."

In fact, the contact information is there, and it used to be, but it was deleted by Jinguji Tsuki.

But for Jinguji Yue, things like contact information are of no use even if they are deleted. He can easily recite Hoshino Mori Hoshino's email address, line account, and mobile phone number.

Therefore, "deletion" is a luxury wish for Jinguji Yue.

The important thing is that he needs to have a "deletion" process to achieve "imaginary deletion".

It has no essential effect, it just deceives itself.

According to this theory, Hoshino Mori Hoshino's phone should have his contact information. If she didn't delete it as soon as possible after the breakup, sooner or later she would find the strange number in her phone.

But it doesn't matter now.

After seeing that photo, Jinguji Yue was destined to no longer be able to act stupid.

The boy named Kudo in front of him began to express his intention to Jinguji Yue.

Jingujizuki originally wanted to persuade him to wait until Hoshino Mori Hoshino arrived, but when he thought about it, he was still a senior no matter what, and now he was a member of the student council.

If he was a second-year student who looked down on Jingujizuki, Jingujizuki might choose to ignore him, but facing the juniors, Jingujizuki still planned to show off a bit of the momentum of a senior.

Yeah, but only a little bit.

The boy in front of me is the drama club that Kudo belongs to, a club that was just resurrected this year.

Although Kamizura High School had a drama club before, when Jinguji Tsuki first entered school, the drama club stopped its activities for a year because no one joined it.

It was not until April of this year that the new students were admitted. Almost all members were first-year students, including the ministers.

Without a club led by seniors, the atmosphere should be freer, but it also means that they have no leader, which is somewhat fatal for a club that wants to make achievements.

Even so, after a semester of running in, the drama department is gradually growing.

So, here comes a point that cannot be avoided no matter what.

Cultural Festival.