Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Yukinoshita's hand tense.

"Oh," she said again. "I can't go back. Not anyway. All my homework is set. I'm mostly self-taught."

"why?"

"Is this none of your business?" Yukinoshita said coldly.

A chill hit my heart.

"come back."

"why?

"what why?"

"Why should I come back?"

"I......"

Why did she come back? Does Yuigahama miss her? Does she worry about her? What will convince Yukinoshita to come back? What should I say to convince her...

"Yuhihama-"

Yukinoshita closed the book.Her eyes were also closed.After a pause, she spoke her conclusions.

"Please leave."

"Under the snow..."

"You can take the girl who came with you... I think her name is Orimoto? Please enjoy the party first."

"Hey, wait. She's—"

"That girl you used to like, right?"

A chill hit my whole body.

"This is--"

"Do I need to raise my voice? Shall I tell you 'get out'? Shall I call security? It would be a shame if your whole family gets kicked out of Chiba because of this..."

The sun would be shattered by the icy glare, and her rage was focused on me.

"Look, I'm just here to—"

Yukinoshita raised a hand, and I stopped instinctively.

"Someone like Hikigaya Hachiman has no place here," she said coldly. "It would be nice if you stayed behind the scenes, alone forever." Her head fell downward. "So, please do me a favor and leave."

"Hey......"

"I'd rather not call security."

They all have the same smile.Except Yukinoshita Yukino.I thought a smile was the deadliest weapon of the Yukinoshita Clan...

I have nothing to say.

I turned and walked away.

The door closed slowly behind me.Then, like a gentle wind, came what I imagined to be a whisper.

"sorry."

Looking back, all I see is Yukinoshita staring out the window, her face hidden from my view.

Maybe I'm being too arrogant.To think that my life has become irrevocably entangled with that of Yukinoshita.Maybe I am nothing.Maybe she really is the sun, the center of the universe, and I'm just a lone speck of dust wandering in the void of space.In the realm of planets and galaxies, what competition can a speck of dust expect?

I am not Hayama Hayato.

really.Maybe some people just don't have a place in someone else's life.

Just like that, the door closed.

Chapter 120 Nine Short Stories Gathering in the Universe

Failure hits less good people, but disappointment hurts everyone.

Bones and bodies can harden, but the heart is just a juicy piece of meat.It is soft and weak, subject to force, easily torn and shattered.That's why people who rely on their feelings end up only hurting themselves.

One's high spirits, carried by the updrafts of hype and swollen stocks, are carried into the sky like leaves in the wind.Of course, this was all before the weight of reality bound the poor damned leaf with twenty-five thousand tons of force and slammed it onto the unforgiving ground.The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

High school life is always overrated.

A rosy and colorful high school life is the figment of those who can't comprehend real despair.That's how the real world should be: I'm all alone.

I'm having lunch in the ministries right now.

Even though the room was dark, I thought it was better than the outside.

Nobody talks to me.This is good.This world is so annoying.It's really annoying.It must be emphasized again that it is more suitable for those of the lowest social class.Nobody wants to be a van.It's better to stay off the social ladder than to be a slave to the top.

The sea breeze is starting to make me sick.

It was winter coughing violently, and these were its last breaths.

Some things don't just go away without a fight if you don't want to, and the cold wind knocking on the windows is an example.

Luckily, by the time I got back to my curry buns, the rattling stopped bothering me.

As expected, people have been talking about a lot.In such an environment, gossip is normal.It's no secret that the school lab was set up by government scientists to observe how Neanderthals like us interacted in a pseudo-society.People who fight each other and "slack off" are criminals, and detention is prison.

Students with good grades are rewarded and "promoted" as class representatives.There's even a Students' Union that serves as our legislature.That's the truth.Graduation is nothing more than a code name for freeing us from exams.

But even that is the case.People have been talking about a lot of things too.In a way, it's annoying... oh my gosh, I think I'm turning into Miura... maybe I have more in common with her than I thought.

In the morning, walking into the classroom, it was clear that the rumors hadn't stopped.

This room is now where rumors abound.A single spark can start a prairie fire, just like hearsay.At this time, the door of the classroom opened, and a burning match came in.

"Hayama! Yo!" Hubu was the first to greet it.

"Good morning." Hayama Hayato greeted him with a smile, his body bending a few degrees higher than usual.

"Yoyo, we heard a lot of things, such as your family is negotiating with the Yukinoshita family, and—"

Hayama Hayato brushed him off: "You know how I feel about rumors and that sort of thing, so please stop."

"Okay! I understand!" The whole class got closer, eagerly hoping that the household department could provide some interesting information.However, promoting such a thing would disrupt the current social structure and risk the wrath of Hayato Hayama, so it was abandoned.

Such is the privilege of being the king of class in this society.

"So, anyway, it's rare to see you around men! You missed practice, and Iroha was always looking for you. She kept pestering me to call you because she was too nervous to Wish I could call you."

Hayama Hayato's smile fell slightly.He was almost distracted by her name.

It's not surprising that Isshiki was the one to contact Hayama Hayato.She still has a crush on him.Naturally, she'll feel the need to make sure she's okay and use every possible communication channel.But whatever that was, Hayama Hayato felt nothing about their conversation.

Maybe he's as tired of it all as I am?

"I've already talked to her. So it's fine."

"Brilliant. Better not make the manager angry, eh? So, let's hang upside down after practice—"

"No."

After saying this, their conversation crunched to a halt.

This class went back to the usual way of teaching, which was uninteresting and boring.The time before lunch passed quickly, however, I was exhausted.I lowered my head and lay prone on the table, covering the table with my arms to block the light.

It's kind of like pitching a tent, except you put it up with your arms at school.So you can see the stars, like camping, but now at school.

Doing this helps clear my mind.

Yukinoshita hasn't returned to school yet.Yuigahama told me a few days ago that she had talked to 'Yukino' and she was doing great.It was a successful conversation.

Well, none of this has anything to do with me.

"Are you OK?"

"Huh?" I looked up from my poor slouching on the table. "Oh, black lace?"

"Wh-what?"

I really can't remember her name.

"I'm sorry, what sauce Chuan." I think that should be her name.

"what! ?"

In fact, I just don't know much about her name.She blushed, which made me realize I might have got her name wrong.In retrospect, there is indeed a word "Chuan" in her name.Well, yes.

"Ah, no. Sorry, I mean... Kawasaki? Yes, sorry."

"Uh..." Saki Kawasaki, who seemed to be making a bad gesture, stood in front of me with her arms folded. "So, what's the matter with you?" she said, turning her head the other way.

"What's the meaning?"

"You don't look well." She gasped, then leaned against the wall.

What does women have to do with their psychic abilities? Does having a double X give them an extra ability that us men don't know about? No wonder I hear so many perverts in the locker room saying "Ahh!" Must be fun! Their noses are bleeding and their ears are pressed against the wall...  

In fact, they might just be plain perverts.But Totsuka was not.His cuteness transcends gender boundaries and socially acceptable cultural norms.

"Hey, don't ignore me!"

"I'm sorry... um..." Her name went blank in my head. "Chuan—Chuan what...?"

"Kawasaki Saki!"

"Uh-yes..." I scratched my head and said. "Ok......"

wait.

"I have a question for you."

Kawasaki's eyes narrowed.

"No, it's not what you think!"

Regardless, I'm pretty sure it's still black lace.

"Okay..." Kawasaki still folded his arms. "What do you want to ask?"

"Well...let's say you have to leave school for a while, because of some personal matter or something."

These hypothetical questions have stuck with me.Why pose an unlikely scenario like "imagine a world where a real Death Note exists", "suppose a giant monster attacks the neon", "if we all dreamed of a destroyed city How?" To me, they're all dumb brain exercises.You can only store so much information, why waste it on trifles?

But still, I need to know.

"Go on," Kawasaki said.

"If you need a reason to go back to school..."

"Um.".

"What should I say to get you back?"

It makes sense to ask Kawasaki that question.The girl is still a criminal at heart, and she would rather leave heaven and squeeze as much money as she can in the limited life God has given her, trying to be a productive member of society.

"what!"

Kawasaki's face suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't answer!"

"why?"

"I...that..."

Kawasaki walked away from the homeroom teacher.

"Then say how you feel!" she yelled, before slamming the door.

The chatty classroom suddenly became very quiet.I can feel everyone's eyes on me...damn, I don't have enough time to activate one of my 108 skills.It's still cooling.

however.

What classmate Chuan He said sounded very reasonable.

"Hmm..." Ms. Teacher looked at where Kawasaki left. "Does she know it's the morning assembly time?"

Every part of the building is quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear footsteps in the corridor.People are in a hurry to go to clubs, sports or meetings.Whenever the sound of footsteps comes, I put down my lunch and look at the door.And then the footsteps would pass away—non-stop.Then I went back to have lunch again.