Guitar, loneliness and the blue sea

But at this time, the sound of the sliding door being opened made all three of them stop moving.

The light from the corridor entered the dim private room and fell on Hayasaka Ai's back.

"I said..."

"...It's quite troublesome."

She heard the voice she missed, and her pupils shrank a little.

But Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei stood up resolutely.

"You've come just in time, it's your turn, Yusuke."

"This kid has something to tell you?"

"If you don't take it seriously, it will really kill you."

"I really can..."

Kasumigaoka Yusuke stood at the door with his chest crossed, and he looked at Iori Kitahara in surprise.

"Hey, Iori, you're crying! What happened? Were you beaten by her?"

"No! Wulu Sai! Yakamazai! You...you bastard, just enjoy it! If you don't respond to her feelings well, don't come back to me!"

Iori Kitahara ran a Japanese drama like a romance drama heroine and fled the scene.

"?"

Yusuke slowly raised a question mark.

But when he looked at 'Poch' lying on the table, he already had a pretty good guess in his mind.

He frowned tightly and put the [-] yen into Gengping's hand.

"Wait, you go and get a room upstairs."

"Um... oh."

Imamura Kohei patted him on the shoulder like a relay, and then left gracefully, hiding his merit and fame.

"By the way, Iori, you really cried, right?"

"Damn it...why is it him..."

"It's okay, don't you still have a buddy to accompany you?"

"Go away! Don't touch me! We will get a twin room soon!"

...

What a treasure.

Yusuke couldn't help but laugh.

Why is this misunderstanding developing again?

But he couldn't care about that now.

After closing the box door, the girl in front of her slowly took off her wig, revealing her short blond hair that was soaked in sweat.

He placed his palm gently on top of her head.

"Long time no see, love."

073 Golden Retriever Tsundere

In fact, this is not the first time Kasumigaoka Yusuke has experienced the scene of meeting his ex.

The Shura field frequency in high school was one small game every three days and one big game every five days. There were also cross-server team battles when changing schools every year. The brutality was shocking, and each time it caused him great mental and physical torture.

But compared to when he was in Tokyo, his current life is undoubtedly more casual.

"Long time no see, love."

"Youjun..."

Hayasaka Ai threw the wig aside, leaned her face on the table, and exhaled like a blue.

"...I miss you so much."

She reached out her hand and hooked Yusuke's little finger charmingly.

"Miss me?"

Yusuke sat down next to her and looked down at her.

The atmosphere of the room was dark and ambiguous, like a KTV box.

"Think about it? I thought about it every day during the trip? It's so great to finally see you again."

And her voice and smile are sweet and intoxicating.

"Humph..."

But Yusuke squinted his eyes, as if he saw through everything.

"It turns out it's the Pure Green Tea Bichi Hasaka Sauce now. Can you change it to another one?"

"No! How can you say that to someone? She's just drunk..."

"Is that so..."

Yusuke reached out and pulled her closer.

"...I don't think you're that drunk."

"..."

"Now, let's ask the real little love to speak out, right?"

Seeing that her disguise was seen through, Hayasaka Ai let go of Yusuke's hand with some dissatisfaction, straightened up, and her expression became as cold as usual.

"Those two self-righteous fools...really thought they got me drunk? Did they really think they let me break my defense?"

She took out the blue hair tie from her pocket, tied it into a single ponytail, and looked at the wine glass on the table with an annoyed look.

"Ah, I'm angry."

"No, I just find it annoying for people who think they can see through other people's thoughts and then talk to themselves without any scruples, that's it. They clearly don't understand anything, they clearly don't know the other person's past, and they don't know what the other person is thinking. What, but you still have to make suggestions without anyone else, this kind of person is really irritating."

Hayasaka Ai's face was livid, an expression she didn't often show because she didn't often feel deflated.

"Um..."

Kasumigaoka Yusuke chuckled.

"...Why are you laughing?" Hayasaka Ai frowned and pursed her lips tightly, as if she was glaring at him in the dim light.

"No, I just feel like you have regressed after half a year of not seeing me."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten the role you played?" Yusuke said leisurely.

"...You were just Pochi-chan."

"!"

Hayasaka Ai was shocked.

She turned away.

"Just...even if they are familiar people, they don't..."

Yusuke interrupted her.

"Now, let me ask you, did you answer the question just now as Ichiri Goto, or as Ai Hayasaka?"

"..."

silence.

She grabbed her cuffs.

"I... it's not important. I'm just messing around when I'm in crisis. It doesn't have any other meaning."

"Then there's no need to say you like it, right? Saying you like it will only make it more troublesome."

Hayasaka Ai was stunned for a moment, her brows almost twisted into knots.

"...Did you hear everything?"

She looked angrier.

"Ah, I was leaning against the door and listening for a long time..." Yusuke looked like he was in need of a beating, "I started listening to my best friend who is a sister. I almost laughed out loud at one point. Those two are so funny and professional. Yes!"

"Asshole, you actually eavesdropped. How shameless. You are becoming more and more shameless." Hayasaka scolded.

"You're in a hurry." Yusuke tilted his head.

"I'm not in a hurry! I don't want to see you at all, yet I insist on clinging to you so self-righteously that I can't even drive you away. I chase you all the way. I'm really worthy of being on the same level as those two people, just like bedbugs."

She tried her best to control her emotions, but no matter how hard she tried to stay calm, it was to no avail. Her body was out of control, like a dam that had burst.

And Kasumigaoka Yusuke simply pointed out the facts in an understatement.

"Sigh, I don't know who the self-righteous person is."

"?"

"...I was just chasing Pochi, and I was just worried that something would happen to her."

Hayasaka Ai suddenly had the urge to grab a bottle of wine and give it to him. Not only that, she also had the urge to hug him directly.

But she held back.

She's really tolerant.

She bit her lip so hard that it broke.

"Then now that you know she's fine, you can leave now. Goodbye."

It felt like she was really going to cry when she said 'goodbye'.

But Yusuke shook his head.

"No, Xiao Ai. You paid for me at the izakaya yesterday, right? The money hasn't been returned to you yet. Now that I've seen it, I still have to pay it back. It's only natural to pay back debts."

As he said this, he took out his wallet from his pocket.

“Do you want card or cash?”

"Fuck you..." Hayasaka Ai clenched her fists.

Yusuke knew that Hayasaka Ai had many different forms due to her work.And the cold maid form she maintains most of the time is actually not the real her, but a disguised form that is regarded as her true nature.

Wearing too many masks for too long slowly gets embedded in your face, making it impossible to show your true self to outsiders.

Unless...the mask all melted for some reason.

I have to say that wine is really the crystallization of human wisdom!Praise high alcohol!

Moreover, it turns out that the real her is like this.

No, I can't help but want to bully this golden retriever.

"...I want cash." Hayasaka Ai held back again.

"Okay. I may not have enough money now. I'll go to the ATM outside to get it first. You stay here and don't move around."

He stood up.

Hayasaka Ai watched his tall and broad back walk to the door without any emotion, his tongue kept swirling in her mouth, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about messy things.

"Kasumigaoka Yusuke, don't think you are unforgettable."

I regretted saying it.

"Then you paid me the bill yesterday." Yusuke turned his head and pointed out the fact again.

"...I'm just remembering the old relationship as a friend, and we will never have it again."

"He also sent me home, put me on the bed and covered me with a quilt."

"You are really annoying!"