Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

"Ah."

Hamabe Ryoko turned her head and stole a glance at him.

"By the way, Watanabe, do you have a girl you like?"

She seemed to suddenly remember something and asked.

"Me? I rarely fall in love with girls. You are the twenty-seventh one today."

He made a little joke.

The two walked into the long straight road they had come from.

Compared to the street lights over there, the street lights here are slightly brighter.

"…Am I prettier than the previous twenty-six?"

She tilted her head.

"...?"

No, why don’t you play according to the rules?

He turned his head and met her gaze.

Under the cold light, there seemed to be ripples in those beautiful eyes.

"……There's none?"

She asked timidly.

Like awaiting trial.

"So far, I've only met two people who look as awesome as you."

At present, the only one who can compete with Hamabe Ryoko is the Saint Lady.

And the two people have completely different styles.

One is the noble white camellia, and the other is the jasmine after the rain.

All I can say is that they are all works of skill by the Creator.

"…The other one?"

Hearing this, Hamabe Ryoko first breathed a sigh of relief, and then keenly captured the key words.

"Miss Saint."

He gave an answer.

"Then, can you introduce her to me next time?"

Hamabe Ryoko's tone unconsciously rose a little.

Her intuition told her that the 'Saint Lady' would be much more difficult to deal with than the Hayakawa-kun.

But her mother told her not to let the sun set with regrets.

She won't give up easily!

"of course."

Anyway, he felt that based on their personalities, they should be able to...get along well.

"Watanabe."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for helping me make new friends today."

She hadn't been this relaxed in a long time.

"You're welcome."

He accepted her thanks readily.

In this way, he has fulfilled the responsibility entrusted to him by his grandmother.

——Please take care of Ryoko to the best of your ability, grandma... I beg you shamelessly.

"...From now on, can I call you You?"

Maybe it’s because of the ‘Saint Lady’ he mentioned.

Maybe it's because of the atmosphere.

Hamabe Ryoko couldn't help herself after all and said this.

"Of course, in exchange, you can also call me Ryoko!"

She added another sentence.

"Okay, then, Ryoko."

"……exist!"

She subconsciously tightened her waist and abdomen and straightened her back.

But the next second, she realized that she seemed a little too nervous, so she quickly relaxed her body and shifted her gaze.

He buried his face in the invisible shadow.

"sorry."

She had obviously simulated it countless times in her mind, but when she actually heard him calling her name, she still felt embarrassed.

My ears must be red now.

She pursed her red lips and lowered her head lower and lower.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you, are you happy today?"

Watanabe Yu said this.

rustle.

The evening breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.

The road seemed to become quiet all of a sudden.

"what happened?"

"……nothing."

She shook her head, hiding her expression.

But there was an inexplicable tremor in her voice.

"I'm very happy!"

She answered.

*

On the main road of Bunkyo Ward, a white car stopped smoothly in front of the intersection.

The traffic light not far away was on red.

"Why do you look so unhappy?"

While waiting for the traffic light, Naoko Hayakawa turned around and looked at her daughter in the passenger seat.

"…It suddenly feels so difficult."

Yuki Hayakawa sighed.

From the moment she got in the car, she had been replaying the scene in her mind.

After going through the whole process tonight, I just felt that something was not right with my body.

Now that she thought about it carefully, it was more than what she felt.

As a friend, the more she interacted with Hamabe Ryoko, the more she could feel her charm as a woman.

Compared to her, I feel like a child who has not grown up.

"Why do you find it so hard to get up after a whole meal?"

Naoko Hayakawa smiled and asked softly.

"Mom, do you remember that tall girl?"

Hayakawa Yuki asked.

"remember."

Naoko Hayakawa withdrew her gaze and nodded.

When she went to pick up her daughter, she noticed the girl standing next to Watanabe Yu.

There's no way I can't help but pay attention.

Just by standing there, the girl would make people's eyes unconsciously fixed on her.

Thump, thump, thump.

The red light turned green.

"Is she...close to Watanabe?"

Naoko Hayakawa gently stepped on the accelerator and the car started to drive smoothly.

“Yes, they are neighbors.”

Yuki Hayakawa turned her head and looked out the window.

The slowly receding street scene was reflected in her eyes.

"so?"

Naoko Hayakawa began to persuade her step by step.

“…I find it difficult.”

“Is this starting to get difficult?”

"Isn't this difficult?"

Yuki Hayakawa pursed her lips.

She suddenly felt that her mother didn't understand her at all.

"This is just the beginning, Yuki."

Naoko Hayakawa shook her head.

"You are actually no worse than that girl, it's just... you haven't fully stretched out yet."

That girl is very beautiful, but my daughter is not bad either.

Anyway, in her eyes as a mother, the reason why the gap between the two seems so big is because of their different external states.

The girl's external attitude is confident.

Although this confidence is not sharp, it does exist.

It is a state that comes from the inside out and is difficult to describe.

In addition, his precious daughter had just come out of autism and was still a little timid, so in comparison, he naturally fell behind.

"…What do you mean by not fully stretched out?"

Hayakawa Yuki asked.

"It's just your whole mental state. You haven't completely let go. You're still a little restrained."

She thought about it.

"You can think of it as an invisible aura? Or temperament? To give an example, it's probably the feeling of a good singer standing on the stage and completely entering the state."

She considered her words.

"You don't have to be deliberate, but everyone knows that at that moment, you are the protagonist."

My precious daughter is just missing this step, so she looks much worse.

"Then what should I do?"