Chapter 295 – I’m Anxious, but I Can’t Stop Provoking
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“Goodbye, Chinami.”
“Goodbye, brother. See you tomorrow.”
After eating her meal with Chinami, Renka got on the train.
She felt it this morning too, but she feels refreshed after riding Matsuda’s car all vacation and then taking public transportation.
‘Matsuda… You bastard…’
When she thinks of Matsuda, she recalls what happened in her room.
Myself who unknowingly let out a moan like a bitch at his sudden spanking…
Thinking about it again makes me feel ashamed.
Even the director seems to be surprised, even the members seem to be surprised… Surely there were no people who had strange thoughts?
Anyway, to repay the great humiliation I received today, I will curse at MK.
The only thing he can do now is this crude revenge, but he can’t help it because he’s afraid of Matsuda’s reprisal.
Arriving at the house, ignoring his own timid attitude with his snort, Lenka reported in a loud voice as soon as he entered the front door.
Then she went straight to her room,
“Lenka! A package came from her uncles! It’s on the table, look!”
She turned her eyes to her dining table at the sound of her mother’s voice coming from upstairs.
By her uncle ‘s’, I meant the twins who were doing business on the outskirts.
It’s not even a holiday, so it’s a sudden package?
It could be that they, like pranksters, are trying to play a prank on something.
A small, thick wrapping paper lying on the table.
Holding it, Lenka looked at the sticker on the invoice before opening the door.
A square-shaped paper bag is wrapped in an air cap.
On top of the air cap was a piece of paper that looked like it was taped.
[Come out well and send it. I miss you, so stop by if you’re bored.]
Seeing her uncles’ bland message, Lenka burst out laughing, then she unwrapped the well-dried air cap and inspected her contents.
‘This…’
This must have been…The picture Matsuda took together when they first stopped by her uncles’ shop and they were done.
It was also a picture attached to the front of the store.
It looks like it was sent off… Didn’t the uncles say last time that they put this on so that customers would see Matsuda’s face?
Even so, he sent it to himself, what was his intention?
Are you telling me to stop by with Matsuda?
If so, she wants to ask Matsuda if she can go on the weekend.
The light reflected on the coated photo obscured Matsuda’s face.
Leaving her light behind her and staring at her picture, Lenka entered her room and involuntarily let her smile slip away.
A handsome young man between two formidable middle-aged men.
He feels a great sense of incongruity, but it also seems to fit in secretly.
Should I say he’s a bit like a big uncle’s son?
“Ahh…!!”
Thinking about that, Lenka shook her head.
Matsuda is her great-uncle’s son… Then, wouldn’t Lenka herself have had an affair with her cousin?
Of course, I just imagined it, but it goes against the providence, and the instinctive feeling of rejection rushes in.
Carefully placing the photo she was holding on the bed, Lenka contemplated where to store it.
It hurts my pride because I seem to have a lot of feelings for Matsuda to put it in a place where I can see it easily.
Also, I felt like my mother or father would make fun of me if they saw me.
I don’t like putting it in a desk drawer, though…
Deep in thought, she decided to put her picture in the corner of her desk for now.
Right under the cabinet on the desk. It was because she sometimes sat at her desk, so if she put it here, it wasn’t often, but she could see it from time to time.
The lower part of the cabinet prevents dust, so it is considered a very good choice.
Lenka, quite satisfied with her choice, took one last glance at her picture, then picked up her phone and opened her Annie Share app.
Soon after, she sent MK her note.
[MK.]
What should I do if I don’t get a reply within 2 minutes?
With that in mind, Lenka left her room, went down to her kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.
Just as he was about to pour the water into a cup and drink it, ugh! A vibrating sound was heard.
[Why.]
It seems like it only took about 2 minutes, but it won’t go on like this.
Why? The reason why she sent her note to Matsuda in the first place was to catch her faults and tease her.
I know it’s childish, but what can I say? She’s content with herself, and as long as she’s having fun, that’s enough.
Thinking of it as a sequel, Lenka drank slowly and tapped on her cell phone.
[Why is the reply so late?]
[Isn’t this fast enough?]
[It’s too slow.]
[I can’t check the applications individually, so please understand.]
[Don’t you understand?]
[Why are you quarreling? If you want a quick reply, let me know your Lime ID.]
That should never happen, even if you die.
Even if you create a second ID, it is impossible.
She deserved to block anything that would reveal Ino-chan’s true identity.
[The work comment is very old. It’s tacky.]
[I just said facts, not work? If you are dissatisfied with the late reply, you should use a dedicated messenger app.]
[No.]
[Then, even if the reply is late, say so.]
[It’s not cheap.]
Were you dumbfounded by the unfair accusations that had no reason whatsoever?
Matsuda’s reply was cut off.
Lenka, imagining him laughing out loud, continued sending her note.
[Are you admitting it?]
[No. I can’t understand what they believe in and are so fussy.]
[Because it is anonymous.]
[All right.]
If it was in the past, I wouldn’t have accepted it so meekly even if I didn’t curse… Why are you like that?
Thinking that a strange feeling of uneasiness was creeping up on her, Lenka changed the topic.
[What were you doing?]
[I was thinking about this and that.]
[What do you think?]
[I was seriously considering how to educate Ino-chan.]
At the word ‘education’, Lenka’s whole body flinched.
In real life, she herself suffered all kinds of humiliation from Matsuda in the name of education, but did she intend to extend her demonic hand to Ino-chan as well?
I knew he had a penchant for subduing strong people, but he’s so… Crazy.
But are you interested in Ino-chan right now?
So was that what you were saying?
Considering that she is a flirt with Hanazawa Miyuki as well as Chinami and herself, isn’t it too shameless to reach out to Ino-chan?
Of course, Matsuda knows that she’s seeing the two of them, but she doesn’t reject his touch, and it’s the same as Lenka herself who doesn’t have any shame… Her belly hurts a little.
By the way, seeing Matsuda who seems to have her interest in her own alter ego, her Ino-chan, makes her feel very strange.
It was such an ambiguous feeling that it was both bad and good… Annoying and not.
[Education is like… A teaching assistant. MK is a maniac for artificial objects.]
[It’s good to write words in a purified way. But have you read all the manga I recommended?]
You’re funny Where are you pretending to be polite while saying everything you want to say and not going through a filter on yourself?
Lenka, muttering inwardly, replied.
[No. It’s not fun.]
[I told you to look.]
[Why should I listen to MK?]
[It’s annoying.]
[(๑ᵔ⩊ᵔ๑) Saying you’re annoying makes me feel better. I have work, so I’ll go now.]
[Is it so. We’ll see you soon.]
‘Huh…?’
The moment he saw Matsuda’s message, Lenka’s heart sank.
It was because the words “See you sooner or later” Were very meaningful to me.
It must have been said to Ino-chan, but it felt like it was being said to my real self.
As the anxiety she felt earlier was about to return, Lenka took control of her heart.
It’s just a feeling It was because Ino-chan was stabbed for hiding her true identity.
She only needs to watch out for herself.
Lenka nodded her head vigorously with such a promise, and sent her a last note.
[Fuck you.]
**
The academy on the second day still had the freshness of the first day.
However, unlike the first day, when the class was relaxed, when the class started in earnest, the despair on the students’ faces was instant.
“Tzu-tzu… Everything has spread.”
A bonus is the math teacher who clicks his tongue when he sees the students hanging out all over like zombies.
Come to think of it, I didn’t go to see Mr. Ho yesterday, but if I have time today, I’ll stop by.
I was staring at the blackboard with my arms resting on my desk and thinking about other things. I woke up when I felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of my hand.
“Focus, fool.”
Miyuki, who was sitting next to me, pressed my hand with the tip of the sharpie so it wouldn’t hurt.
I stabbed the flesh pressed down by the pressure several times so that it became a heart shape, and it was funny and cute, so I naturally laughed.
“You seem to be having trouble concentrating on drawing on my hand.”
Miyuki, who giggled without making a sound at those words, moved the sharpie without a word.
In the meantime, when the bell rang to announce the end of class and the teacher left, I put my hand in the middle of his desk and started working with a felt-tip pen.
“Is that a water-based pen?”
“Quiet.”
Did you suddenly get bored and wanted to relieve it?
I want to go to the bathroom, but I have to hold back for now.
Watching Miyuki draw a picture on the back of her hand, I sat with her buttocks on meekly, listening to what her classmates were saying.
“The boxing club was very popular yesterday. There are no promotional posters yet, but I heard that prospective freshmen who like sports stopped by once?”
“Really? Why? Do you have anything to say to our academy boxing team?”
“My classmate, who will be in second grade this time, won last year’s national competition. I said in an interview that it was thanks to the director, and that must have made it famous.”
“Looks like you’re trying to join after seeing the director?”
“I guess so.”
“Isn’t it common to say thank you to your teacher? What kind of interview did you do?”
“I don’t know either.”
A student putting the coach’s guidance into his head well and practicing hard to get results…
Isn’t this a cliché from a boy’s manga?
It’s deplorable that such a thing happened to an extra, not me, the main character.
But why didn’t the prospective freshmen come to our kendo club?
Not to mention the performance of the women’s team in the kendo club, and the men’s division also won second place twice in this tournament, so isn’t it worthy of being evaluated as a strong team?
There is even a player who won the Rookie of the Year award and MVP twice in the tournament, and there is even Lenka who swept the awards just because he participated…
Are there any new students who will be entering this year who are interested in kendo?
Or did you not see the kendo club because it was outside?
Whatever it is, I feel a deep sense of deprivation.
Later, when Ren Kana Chinami gives her a headache with her oral sex-related problems, she wants to break into the boxing club and bring a few guys by force.
“It is done.”
While I was thinking about this and that, Miyuki raised my hand with a satisfied expression.
A red heart drawn on the back of the hand, and two men and a woman inside it.
It is the same character that Miyuki drew in the notebook before and at the 24-hour ramen shop.
Her heart feels fresh as she thinks of the time she and Miyuki spent together after a long time.
“You drew it well. But is that a water-based pen?”
“Is it a meteor?”
“Then it’s hard to erase.”
“You want to erase it? Did I draw it?”
“It’s not…”
“I’m kidding. Mercury is right.”
“Can I go to the bathroom now?”
“You want to erase it?”
“No… Menstruation.”
“Then you may go. But if you want to wash your hands, only put water on your palms.”
I’m afraid the picture will be erased.
If that’s the case, I’ll draw it with an oil pen at all. Miyuki, who has developed a bit of a reckless temperament while being dyed in my color… It’s so scary.
“I get it.”
