Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Amamiya Masao asked this question as if he was interrogating someone.

"I don't know."

Her answer was brief and to the point.

"You really don't know?"

"I don't know."

"...We are a family after all, aren't we?" Amamiya Masao's icy voice softened a little, but the commanding tone did not change at all. "Afterwards, go and apologize to Teppei."

"I'll say it again! I have no idea about this matter!"

Amamiya Ayana's voice unconsciously became a little heavier.

Her chest began to heave violently.

The emotions that had been controlled were showing signs of exploding.

She could remain rational and calm towards anyone in the Amemiya family, but she couldn't remain rational and calm towards Amemiya Masao, her father in the blood sense. Even restraint was difficult for her.

Just talking to him made her feel depressed, and her emotions would inevitably go to an extreme, becoming irritable and angry.

“Is it hard to apologize?”

Amamiya Masao's voice suddenly turned cold.

“…It’s not difficult.”

Amemiya Ayana clenched her back teeth, but finally said these two words.

Stay calm! Stay calm!

She took a deep breath and warned herself in her heart.

Her current position requires her to remain rational and restrained, and to bow her head when necessary.

"So what's wrong with apologizing to Teppei?"

Amamiya Masao then asked.

"..."

Ayana Amamiya closed her eyes, and her mother's voice seemed to ring in her ears again.

The feeling of humiliation overwhelmed her like a tide.

"no problem."

She finally uttered these four words.

If she wanted them to pay the price, she would have to endure it now, at least to maintain the appearance of "harmony".

"That's right, this is what a good daughter of daddy should be like. You have to be obedient, understand, Ayana? Don't forget what happened on the 6th. Let's make an apology on that day as well."

There was a hint of false tenderness in Amamiya Masao's voice.

"Okay, Dad has something else to do. We'll talk about other things later."

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

His purpose has been achieved.

This was a warning to Ayana Amamiya, he was telling her that he was the one who called the shots in this family now.

Even if she found an "external aid", the Beichen family has now developed, and the situation remains the same.

As long as her last name is Amemiya, she must listen to him.

"..."

Putting down the phone, Amamiya Ayana couldn't help but clench her fists, but soon she controlled her emotions, suppressed her surging emotions, and took a deep breath.

I can't bring my bad mood to Ryoko or Yuu.

Besides, I have to go chat with You later.

Think about happy things, Ayana!

The Saint Lady patted her cheeks, stood up, and paced unconsciously in the room.

Only this time, the calmness on her face disappeared, replaced by visible anxiety.

Let’s take a walk, just take a walk!

She comforted herself in this way.

Two hours later, it was eleven o'clock in the morning.

She knocked gently on Watanabe Yu's door.

Boom, boom, boom.

After one light knock and two heavy knocks on the door, his response, which she was very familiar with, came from the room.

"Please come in."

After hearing these two words, the Saint Miss did not hesitate. She grasped the door handle with a little force, and with the sound of unlocking and pushing the door, she walked into the room.

After closing the door, she tiptoed to sit down beside his bed.

——Mr. Troll was sitting at the desk at this moment, concentrating on writing something.

"What's wrong, Ayana?"

Watanabe Yu slowed down his writing movements and glanced at the Saint Lady sitting behind him.

"Nothing, just... I suddenly wanted to talk to you."

Amemiya Ayana lowered her eyes to hide her inexplicably red eyes. After quickly adjusting her mood, she raised her head and revealed a gentle smile as usual.

"Come to think of it, it was like this when we first met. You were writing and I was just looking at you."

There was a hint of nostalgia in her tone.

In the small room of Yaleju, he was sitting on a futon writing a book, and she was looking at him.

"There is still a little difference. Back then you were sitting opposite me, and now you are sitting behind me."

Watanabe Yu took up the conversation.

"Yes."

The Saint Lady smiled and nodded.

"Are you busy this morning?"

Watanabe Yuu asked.

When he went downstairs to get water, he took a look at the tightly closed door of Amemiya Ayana. Ryoko also told him that Ayana returned to her room at around eight o'clock and never came out since.

"Well, a little bit."

Ayana Amamiya lowered her eyebrows, and her hands on her legs unconsciously clasped together.

"There are too many things at home, too complicated, a little too hard to handle. I have already moved out, but there are still so many annoying things. Life is so difficult, Mr. Troll, I don't want to work hard anymore."

She pursed her lips and complained in a joking tone as usual.

"Well, then don't work hard. Sometimes, you should stop and rest when you need to."

Watanabe Yu put down the pen in his hand and looked at the words on it. These were all the song names he could remember at the moment.

"Yeah, but in my case...it seems that this sentence can't be applied."

The Saint Lady shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"Everyone has their own situation. Just find your own pace of life. But..." Watanabe Yu turned around and looked at Amamiya Ayana. "When necessary, you can be willful. Don't answer questions you don't want to answer. Don't say things you don't want to say. If you always keep your nerves tense, the string will break."

"Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore. I still have some sense of propriety."

The Saint Lady rolled her eyes coquettishly, raised her hand and gently tapped Watanabe Yu's nose.

"I'm just afraid you're pushing yourself too hard."

Watanabe Yu shook his head.

"No, haven't we gotten through all those days?" Amamiya Ayana stood up, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Can I hug you, Mr. Troll?"

The Saint Lady herself did not notice that her expression at this moment was so fragile, without any trace of her former calmness. She was like a wounded cub, seeking protection from others.

"of course."

Watanabe Yu opened his arms.

With permission, the Saint Lady sat on his lap, hugged his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder.

The smell of him gradually calmed her down.

"If someone forces you to do something you don't want to do, what will you do?"

For some unknown reason, she asked this question.

"As for me, it depends on the definition of the matter. If this matter has real benefits for me, then I will most likely do it, but the premise is that this matter does not violate my principles."

Watanabe Yu gave the answer.

"What if this thing doesn't benefit you?"

The Saint Lady then asked.

"Then I definitely won't do it. I'm not a masochist. Life is only 30,000 days long. There's no need to force yourself to do something you don't want to do. Of course, the same goes for you."

Watanabe Yu's tone was full of determination.

"What if we have to do it?"

Amemiya Ayana sighed softly in her heart, but her tone remained unchanged.

"Nothing in the world is necessary, except for individuals." Watanabe Yu paused, "Is it okay to slap the person who is forcing you?"

"Oh, that's indeed a method. It's simple and effective."

She agreed, but tightened her hold on him.

But I can't do that, Mr. Troll.

Just as she said to the old housekeeper, in the Amemiya family, at least for now, when facing her nominal father, the head of the Amemiya family, she has no right to choose many things.

For her, choice is actually a luxury from beginning to end.

Rumble.

Suddenly, through the half-closed screen window, the sound of rumbling thunder was heard.

The rain that was supposed to lighten up according to the weather forecast suddenly started to pour down again, along with thunder and lightning. The sound of the pouring rain seemed to occupy the entire city at this moment.

"actually……"

He still couldn't help but wanted to ask her what was wrong.

"Don't ask, okay?"

The Saint Lady buried her head in his chest, and there was a hint of pleading in her slightly cold voice.

She knew how useless she was when facing him.

As long as he asked that question, she would definitely pour out all her grievances.

She didn't want him to see her so embarrassed and vulnerable.

She hoped that in his heart, she was beautiful, calm, a radiant saintly lady, and not the fragile Amamiya Ayana.

Even though the nightmare from her childhood had reappeared before her eyes, it frightened her even though she was not that brave.

"……I see."

In the end, Watanabe Yu did not ask any further questions, but just patted her back gently.

The room fell silent.

The sound of heavy rain was so clearly audible at this moment.

2/2

Today I will answer your questions. When will the group be established? Will there be extra chapters for some chapters? The answer is yes. According to the development of the plot, it should be caught up this month. A group will be established at that time. Everyone can just join the group and ask for it. Then there is the question of whether it will be TJ. Brother, to be honest, no. In fact, I can understand the feelings of the thick secrets. Now many people take leave while writing, and then... no such person exists. But any thick secret who has read my final remarks of the last book should know that the book that has been started will definitely be completed well. By the way, I can also mention here that the number of words in this book should be between 100 and 150 million.

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