Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

So, be careful.

After telling herself in her heart, Amamiya Ayana gently grasped the door handle of the master bedroom, pressed down lightly with her hand, and with a slight "creak" sound, she easily opened his door.

After turning around and taking another vigilant look at Hamabe Ryoko's closed door, she bent down and slipped into his room like a nimble cat, closing the door.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Watanabe Yu's voice suddenly rang out.

"Ayana?"

Although the visibility in the room was not very good, Watanabe Yu could still barely see Amemiya Ayana's face through the half-closed curtains.

"it's me."

Seeing that she was caught, Amemiya Ayana didn't act pretentiously. She took a step forward and walked up to his bed and sat down.

——She had arrived at the time at noon, and Mr. Troll had two pillows.

"Is there something wrong?"

Watanabe Yu yawned and closed his eyes.

The bad thing about having a too regular biological clock is that you can't hold on at a certain time. The sleepiness is like a dam opening, and you can't stop it at all.

"It's raining so hard, and the weather forecast says there will be thunder tonight. I'm scared."

The Saint Lady lifted his quilt and crawled in openly.

"Ha...I don't feel like you're scared at all."

Watanabe Yu yawned again.

"So what do you think is scary?"

The Saint Lady pulled the quilt towards herself.

The air conditioner temperature on Watanabe Yu's side was set to 26℃, while it was 27℃ on her side. Suddenly, she even felt a little cold.

"At least the sound should be trembling, and the body should be in a curled up state."

Watanabe Yu loosened his hands that were holding the quilt and generously let part of the quilt go.

I can only say that after moving out of Yaleju, the quilt has been upgraded to a 2x2.2 quilt. She can pull it as she likes, as long as he is covered.

"Why do you feel like you know so much?"

The Saint Lady stopped pulling the quilt and moved closer to Watanabe Yu without making a sound.

"Because I have read related books before."

Watanabe Yu gave a frank answer.

"Okay, if that's the case, I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman."

Ayana Amamiya raised her white little hand, and after searching in the quilt for a while, she placed her hand on Watanabe Yu's big hand.

The warm touch calmed her heart down instantly.

"My lady, this is not the way to use this sentence, and it is not the time to use it."

Watanabe Yu turned his head away, feeling a little amused and helpless.

"Leave me alone!"

The Saint Lady snorted, then gently patted the back of his hand.

"Turn your hands over."

She saw it clearly this morning: they were holding hands.

"what?"

"I am jealous!"

The Saint Miss pursed her lips.

In front of Hamabe Ryoko, she could ignore those things, but in front of Mr. Troll, she had to care about them.

"……Feel sorry."

Watanabe Yu turned his hand over and faced her palm.

next moment.

The Saint Lady's long fingers slipped into his.

The two of them then interlocked their fingers.

"An apology alone is not sincere."

There was a hint of intrigue in her voice.

"Then what do you think is sincerity?"

"At least you have to give me some compensation. Well, I won't make it difficult for you. The compensation is that you have to answer two questions for me. How about that?"

The Saint Lady took the opportunity to express her true thoughts.

She was still missing the most crucial step in understanding Yuki Hayakawa.

That is Mr. Troll's attitude towards her, and what kind of person Yuki Hayakawa is in Mr. Troll's eyes.

With these two points, combined with what Hamabe Ryoko told her about Yuki Hayakawa, she can adjust the way she deals with Yuki Hayakawa appropriately.

"Just ask."

Watanabe Yu rubbed his face with his other hand, and the overflowing sleepiness seemed to slow down a little.

"Tell me about Yuki Hayakawa."

Amamiya Ayana did not beat around the bush as usual, but chose to go straight to the point.

"Which ones do you want to hear?"

"All."

Her answer was brief and to the point.

"That's a bit too long."

"It's okay, we have plenty of time tonight."

The Saint Lady blinked, turned sideways, and looked at the profile of Watanabe Yu.

At this distance, even though the room was pitch black, she could still barely see the expression on his face.

"Can you please pick out the key points?"

Watanabe Yuu resisted a bit.

“That depends on your definition of focus.”

There was a hint of intriguing meaning in Amamiya Ayana's voice.

"I understand what you mean, let's talk about it all."

Watanabe Yu sighed and chose to confess and receive leniency.

"But I won't go into details about some of the things you already know, such as how she and I became so familiar with each other."

He had already told these things to the Saint Lady, and it would be a waste of time and effort to tell them again now.

"Yeah, no problem."

The Saint Lady agreed.

"Then let's start from when we got to know each other..."

Watanabe Yuu considered his words and began to narrate the story.

The Saint Lady listened extremely attentively.

She would nod from time to time, agree with a few words, and occasionally express her opinions.

By the time he had said everything he needed to say, half an hour had passed.

This was even though he consciously didn't elaborate.

"So, that's all?"

There was a hint of surprise in Amamiya Ayana's voice.

She thought that this very dazzling Yuki Hayakawa would have a lot of interactions with Mr. Troll.

result……

That's it! ?

Apart from the usual questions, the song recording, and the subsequent study session, there was nothing left. As for the birthday BBQ buffet, she heard it very clearly and many people went.

In other words, it has nothing to do with being alone.

This opponent...seems to be even weaker than she imagined.

"Yes, that's all."

Watanabe Yu gave an affirmative answer.

“…It’s quite unexpected.”

The Saint Lady turned her head and looked at the pitch-black ceiling, suddenly feeling a little uninterested.

"So what do you think is not unexpected?"

Watanabe Yu asked back.

"You really want to know?"

"Only if you are willing to say it."

"…Since you asked, I'll show you how to do it."

Amemiya Ayana released her grip on Watanabe Yu's hand and instead hugged him like a teddy bear, her long legs naturally resting on his legs.

"For example, this."

Her voice softened unconsciously.

Previously, while watching TV at Watanabe's house, she had seen a documentary about human emotions.

The documentary said that when people are depressed, they crave comfort from others, and the most effective comfort is a hug.

No words or unnecessary body movements are needed; a simple hug can break down all the emotional defenses that are pretending to be strong.

Now she has experienced it firsthand.

Feeling his body temperature and scent, her breathing gradually calmed down and her mind relaxed.

呲la.

Suddenly, a thick electric snake briefly illuminated the sky.

A few seconds later, the rumble of thunder resounded throughout the night.

Subconsciously, she hugged him tighter.

"..."

Watanabe Yu silently raised his hand and gently patted her back.

"…The second thing is about the question I asked you at the beginning."

The Saint Lady lowered her eyes.

"If you were faced with the same dilemma as 'Tōru Watanabe', what would you choose?"

Without giving Watanabe Yu a chance to answer, she gave the answer herself.

"You originally said that you are the Pure Love God of War, but I can tell that the 'Pure Love God of War' you mentioned is different from the 'Pure Love God of War' that most people understand, right?"

How could she not understand what Mr. Troll was thinking?

It's just that she had been hesitating before, but this hesitation had mostly disappeared when he slapped Teppei Amamiya.

To be honest, Mr. Troll is indeed an asshole.

"……Correct."

"I thought you were going to be tough."