Chapter 183 – What Does Lenka Like?
“Matsuda-kun, what is your blood type? I’ll try to guess. You’re type B, right?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s why you’re so reckless.”
Miyuki jokes in a playful tone.
I said, fed up.
“You’re blood type O, so you’re far-fetched?”
“Huh. I guess so.”
“Bread girl is timid, so is she type A?”
At those words, Masako, who was eating bread in front of her, coughed! I coughed.
Just mentioning him makes me go crazy. Are you like that when you have sex?
It might not be surprisingly bad…?
I was passing the time chatting with Miyuki, but I put on an annoyed expression when Tetsuya, who was sitting next to me, interrupted our conversation.
“Guys, there is no scientific basis for the blood type personality theory. I can’t believe it.”
Uhh… Fuck you. Look at the seconds
So you can’t
Do you think Miyuki blindly believes in the blood type personality theory because she’s stupid?
Use it as an issue worthy of an interesting conversation.
What would Miyuki think if the conversation itself was cut off like that?
A one-tool steamer who only has childhood friend buffs…
I am so proud of you, who builds up a stack of dislikes on your own.
Please do so in the future.
“What kind of brother is the psycho and gloomy personality?”
At the remark that blatantly sniped at Tetsuya, Miyuki frowned at her and lightly slapped me on the arm.
The class started after the trivial happenings passed.
During the final exams, Miyuki asked me if I really wanted to get good grades, and even during class, I asked if there was anything I didn’t know.
“This part here…”
With the hair on the side of him tucked behind his ear, he explained each item well,
“Hanazawa. Do tutoring during breaks.”
It is a bonus that her face turns red when she is pointed out by the teacher who noticed this.
She hurriedly distanced herself from my desk and focused on her class is both funny and pretty.
In particular, the image of her staring at the blackboard with a sharpener on her philtrum and sticking out her lips looks like a painting.
Is this the moment in the love comedy genre where the male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Originally, it’s a cliché that appears in the beginning, but watching it now doesn’t feel bad.
Perhaps feeling my gaze, Miyuki sat down with an embarrassed expression on her face.
Then, she slipped a hand under her desk, took my hand, and pulled the pod.
We sway each other’s arms back and forth in the empty space between the chairs.
It feels sweet. Is Miyuki thinking like me?
If it wasn’t for Tetsuman, who breathes loudly next to me, I would have thought it would be a perfect love comedy with me as the main character.
It’s break time after the first period.
I opened the window to receive sunlight, which was warm for winter, and I saw many people coming and going in the playground.
Many people, young and old, were crossing the playground and receiving pamphlets.
Most of them were middle-aged people who looked like parents.
Wanting something like this, I asked Miyuki.
“What day is it today?”
“What?”
“There are a lot of people in the playground.”
“Ah… That? It’s because today is the day of the admissions briefing.”
“Admission information session? Do you do that now?”
“The 1st and 2nd rounds were already finished last month, but at that time, the publicity and information were less, so the parents complained. So this time, I did it extra.”
“Isn’t our school a lottery system? What are you doing?”
“Get support. Half lottery, half support.”
“Okay?”
“Huh. I did not know?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Fool.”
She bruises me with her charming tone.
Laughing, I took out my wallet from under the desk.
“What do you want to eat?”
“You want to go to the store? Then melon milk.”
“What’s new? You ate it for breakfast.”
“I want to eat again. Please take Masako’s and Honoka’s too.”
“So what?”
After leaving the classroom, I did not go straight to the canteen, but headed to the gym where the entrance briefing session was held.
There was something to be sure of.
“Hello, Yevoni Academy admissions information… Huh?”
The student council executive, who was guiding the parents and students with a friendly face, looked at me and opened his eyes.
“Are you Ken Matsuda? Why are you here?”
You recognize me right away
Well, there’s no way the student council wouldn’t recognize me the day I always had accidents.
I smiled awkwardly, scratched the back of my head, and lowered my head.
“Hello, senior.”
“Hi. What’s the matter?”
“I wondered what it was because a lot of people came and went. Is it an admissions briefing?”
“Huh. But why come closer…?”
He looks at me with a wary look, and suddenly his sexual desire surges up.
I want to corrupt that plain but pretty face without a single make-up.
I think a good picture will come out if I shut my mouth in a corner of the gym and fuck it with my junior.
“Can I help you?”
“Help me…? Are you okay…? Ah, parents! You have to enter through the entrance this way, not there!”
Puzzled by her questionable voice, she runs to the parents who are trying to get her on the wrong track.
Taking advantage of that gap, I sneaked over to the desk where the senior was standing.
“Asahina… Asahina…”
Afterwards, while reviewing the guestbook while repeating Hiyori’s last name,
‘There is.’
At the bottom, she found the names [Asahina Rion], [Asahina Ryuushin], And raised the corners of her mouth.
These two were Hiyori’s parents.
It seems that I missed the 1st and 2nd admission briefings and came this time… This made it clear.
Hiyori will be entering our academy next year.
I’m not sure if her playful nature will allow her to get into this prestigious academy with her application, but even if she doesn’t, she’ll come through a lottery.
What is she doing now?
The other day, I hinted at his appearance in the arcade with a refreshing lemon scent, but I want to see it soon.
“What are you doing here?”
The question of the senior who came back after finishing the guide before he knew it.
I answered her calmly, shrugging her shoulders.
“I stayed for a while because I didn’t want her seat to be empty.”
“Okay…? Thanks for the help, but you can’t just stand there.”
Why are you so authoritative? It’s hard to discipline.
You can see Hiyori’s parents’ faces, but you don’t have to.
I said, stepping back from the simple desk.
“All right. Take care.”
“Huh. Bye.”
**
Lunch hour.
After waiting for Miyuki to go to the bathroom for a while, I found Lenka and a man talking in the corner of her playground.
Both of them had serious expressions, but the man was restless.
It’s like waiting for a woman’s answer right after confessing.
On the other hand, Lenka’s face showed no emotion. To the point where it feels a bit chilly.
Is this like a confession event by an extra to make the female lead stand out?
Intrigued, I moved without making a sound of my footsteps and overheard the conversation from the stand behind the two people’s place, which was covered by a wall.
“Sorry.”
Lenka hands the man an apology with an emotionless expression.
The man caught his breath and stretched out his hands in front of him as if he didn’t understand.
“Why? Why?”
“Because I don’t like it. You are not my taste.”
My prediction was correct.
The extra confesses, and the arrogant heroine mercilessly rejects her confession. A cliché is taking place right in front of her eyes.
It’s usually used as a device to let readers know how popular the female lead is… But it’s classic.
It’s fun though. The saying that the scene of confession and broken heart is as exciting as watching a fight comes to mind.
“Oh yeah…?”
“Huh. I don’t know what you were misunderstanding, but I wasn’t interested in you at all. So, I want you to stop doing this.”
Lenka shot the man one more time to confirm.
No matter how cold she is, she’s kind of warm inside, but she’s cold like that.
It seems that the man did something similar to obsession without knowing or not knowing.
“I see…”
The man drooped his shoulders, shook his head, and turned his feet weakly.
I would have had a chance to intervene if I had struggled with the anger of being brutally rejected, but it’s a pity that I couldn’t calmly go away.
Thinking that the man’s back, who had completely lost his senses, looked like Tetsuya’s future, I poked his head out in front of the stand.
Then I looked down at Lenka, who was fiddling with her phone as if nothing had happened.
“Director.”
“Haaaaagh!”
She jumps up and down in fright at the sound of her voice above her.
Her giggling, I waited for her to calm down and said.
“Have you confessed?”
“Did you hear everything…?”
“I overheard.”
“… You are really everywhere. Annoying…”
“Are you arguing now?”
“Someone said that they had a fight…! I never did…!”
It’s a completely different reaction from being cold to an extra man.
Different from the facial expression. Delicious, delicious
This is why I can’t stop bullying Lenka.
“Or not. But the manager.”
“What…!”
“What kind of man do you like, manager?”
When I said the words I had cited as the reason for the refusal, Lenka flinched and raised her eyes.
“Why are you asking that?”
“I suddenly became curious.”
“Don’t talk.”
“Tell me.”
“You are definitely not.”
“Really?”
“Uh. Really.”
Are you serious? Maybe?
I wish I had the ability to look into people’s hearts.
But if that happens, there’s no reason to walk a tightrope like this, and then it’s no fun.
I’m satisfied with just falling into Tokiaka naked.
“It is sad. There is a bond that has been built up until now.”
“What kind of jeong…! There is nothing like that…!”
“Are you sure you don’t?”
“Because there is no…! Now quickly disappear.”
“No?”
“…”
Did you think I would never back down if things went on like this?
Lenka bit her lower lip and forced her words out.
“Seo, there is a bond between seniors and juniors. Are you okay?”
“Isn’t there affection between a man and a woman?”
“Can there be anything like that?”
“You had fun at our hotel.”
Those words startled Lenka, and she looked around.
“Sir, noisy…! And get her word straight…! It was only you who had fun…! You did bad things to people just to satisfy your own desires…”
“Didn’t the manager not like it?”
“It wasn’t good. It was the worst.”
“Then next time, I’ll try to make the manager like it too.”
“Yes or no… What? Next?”
“Yes. Next.”
Showing my teeth and smiling at Lenka, I confirmed that Miyuki was coming from afar and continued.
“You did well today.”
“… You did well? What?”
“See you during off-activity time.”
“Hey…! What did you do well…!?”
It’s no fun if you tell me one by one.
I deliberately said something misleading, so think for yourself.
Leaving Lenka, who jumped up and down and reacted furiously, I left.
