A reversal of fortune and victory in a world hated by all girls!

Aoi Natsuki stepped forward and asked, "What brings you here so late?"

"Didn't you see the text message?"

"My coming out doesn't necessarily mean I'm agreeing to get in your car."

“I see…” Sakurajima An said, drawing out her words. She looked up at the sky, and after two seconds, she turned to look at him. “If you want me to continue teaching Hayakawa how to fish, you’d better get in the car.”

This statement is undoubtedly a secondary verification.

Aoi Natsuki was also weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He had tried to develop some new talents with Hayakawa before, but the results were not good. Even the favorability between them had declined. So it was obvious that forcibly developing talents was useless. Only by letting nature take its course and letting his friend's talents influence her talents. Last time, when they went fishing, her talent value increased by 3 points. This was undoubtedly a talent that Hayakawa liked and that she improved rapidly.

Around noon today, I also clearly revealed my desire to go fishing.

If I pretend not to care about this now, it will seem too deliberate, so it's better to just admit it openly.

"That……"

Ok?

Just as Aoi Natsuki was about to agree, she suddenly realized something was wrong. When Sakurajima asked her earlier, he had said that if she wanted him to teach Hayakawa properly, she should get on the bus. This question was fundamentally different from the one asked at noon.

That is his existence.

If he agrees, it would be tantamount to admitting that the only beneficiary of the fishing trip is Hayakawa, not himself, which would further narrow down his options.

hiss……

Has this girl become this meticulous?!

Aoi Natsuki gasped inwardly.

They always ask crucial questions in such a casual tone, it's so hard to guard against!

Aoi Natsuki thought about it again and said, "Alright, it's good that you're willing to teach Hayakawa, but don't forget me. I'm not particularly interested in fishing, but I find the cooking part quite interesting."

Aoi finished her sentence, making sure not to sound too purposeful, as that would seem fake. Only with this kind of answer would Sakurajima An's attention be drawn back to her. Finally, she would intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation back to the topic of cooking. Whether this steer was effective or not, it was enough to make the other person wonder.

His approach was correct. After hearing his words, Sakurajima Anne fell silent again. Over time, Aoi Natsuki had come to know that this was how Sakurajima looked when she was thinking—she had no expression, appeared to be spacing out, but her brain was actually working at a rapid pace.

"Yes, of course. Get in the car, I'll take you... for a ride."

Sakurajima Anne moved her body forward slightly. The scene was the same as that night: in front of her was a dream motorcycle that all boys dreamed of, and a beautiful girl sitting on it.

Long, black hair cascaded down, and as Aoi Natsuki got into the car, he could clearly see Sakurajima's two protruding collarbones, followed by a gradually receding spine and waist, and finally...

Is this the type of buttocks you like?

Looking in the rearview mirror, Anne Sakurajima asked the question.

Aoi Natsuki immediately coughed twice, her cheeks flushing red: "I'm, I'm sorry..."

She then gripped the handrails on both sides, smiled, started the car, and slowly drove away.

Chapter 108 definitely found something to hold against them!

It wasn't very late yet, so some shops were still open on the streets. Aoi Natsuki's home was in an old neighborhood, unlike some bustling areas where the lights were on. The streets were lined with all sorts of restaurants, and overhead were a dense network of signal cables.

Sakurajima Anne's hair kept slapping against his face, and he could only try to get a little closer to her.

The vehicle gradually accelerated and soon arrived at a neighborhood that Aoi Natsuki didn't recognize. He didn't even have time to see what the shops were before he reached the end of the street. He could only see a vending machine placed at the intersection, its red light shining.

Through the rearview mirror, Aoi Natsuki saw Sakurajima's happy face. She really loved driving. As for her, Aoi had never opened any of her data, mainly because he was worried about seeing things he shouldn't know.

The less you know about Sakurajima, the better.

"Aoi, do you want to give it a try?"

"No, I like the car model more than the driving pleasure itself."

"You're just saying that because you haven't learned it yet."

With the strong winds, both of them had to raise their voices several decibels.

Natsuki Aoi looked down at the motorcycle and found it impeccable in both its quality and smooth lines, so he changed his mind.

"Then let me try it!"

This time, Sakurajima Anne didn't reply. Instead, she stepped on the gas and sped up, quickly driving onto the overpass and onto the very edge, reaching a speed of 90 km/h.

At this point, the wind speed was no longer sufficient for the two to communicate.

Aoi Natsuki was completely bewildered. He had originally thought that Sakurajima would stop the car and teach him from scratch, but the current situation seemed to be different from what he had expected.

Wait, could it be...!

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into Aoi Natsuki's mind.

At that moment, Sakurajima Anne, who was driving the vehicle, slowly turned her head to the left, lifted the visor of her helmet, and a sly white light flickered in her pupils.

The next instant, Sakurajima Anne let go of her hands, leaned back slightly, and lay down in Aoi Natsuki's arms.

What, what, what's going on?!

His eyes widened as the airflow that had been blocked by Sakurajima lashed his face. The roadside trees on his right moved rapidly behind him, leaving him with only glimpses of green in his vision.

This is at high speed!

Has Sakurajima gone mad?!

Aoi Natsuki subconsciously lowered her gaze to Sakurajima Anne, who was smiling with her eyes narrowed in her arms, her expression still calm.

"You can begin now!"

Sakurajima Anne's loud shouts were mostly blocked by the wind, but he still heard them clearly.

She wasn't joking.

The handlebars had been off for three seconds when a sense of crisis suddenly surged into my mind.

I can't worry about that anymore!

Aoi Natsuki had no choice but to grit her teeth and get on, leaning forward and immediately grabbing the handlebars. She didn't do anything else, just focused on maintaining her direction.

"Isn't this driving fantastic!"

At this moment, Anne Sakurajima nestled in his arms like a little woman, her tone revealing no nervousness whatsoever.

Isn't she worried about overturning the car?

The motorcycle gradually slowed down, and Sakurajima Anne finally made a move. She reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of his hand, slightly turning the throttle. Then, she casually leaned over the fuel tank, nonchalantly touching Aoi Natsuki's fingertips.

It wasn't until they reached the next junction of the elevated highway that Anne Sakurajima took over driving again. After going around in circles, they stopped on a quiet street, where they could only see a yakitori stall still open in the distance.

Natsuki Aoi's experience this time was terrifying.

Normally, he's someone who's already died once, so he shouldn't be any less courageous than others. But just now, when he truly reached that extremely dangerous boundary, his body was trembling involuntarily.

"call……"

Anne Sakurajima took off her helmet.

She tossed her flowing black hair from side to side, then turned to look at Aoi behind her: "How was it?"

Aoi Natsuki was filled with mixed feelings. Just five minutes ago, he was thinking that he would give her a good verbal lecture after parking the car, but now, he could only manage a bitter smile.

"I really thought we were going to die just now..."

"Oh?" Sakurajima Anne hung her helmet on the rearview mirror with her other hand, looking directly at him with alluring eyes. "If I were to die with you, Aoi, I would be very willing."

"Ha, what kind of bullshit romantic love story is this?"

"Hahahaha." Sakurajima Anne punched his chest with her fist, as if she had been bitten by a mosquito, and then stretched out her hands in front of him as if to show them off.

"What for? To read your palm? I don't know how."

Sakurajima Anne smiled radiantly and said softly in her magnetic voice, "Touch it."

Aoi Natsuki was a little confused. She touched it and found it to be extremely cold. She immediately realized, "Huh? You..."

Anne Sakurajima didn't answer, but just stuck out her tongue at him.

Aoi Natsuki sighed helplessly, then took off her coat and handed it to Sakurajima: "Put this on yourself. You really want me to get sick in this freezing weather..."

"Haha, it's okay. If you get sick, I'll take time off work to come and take care of you, every single day..."

"Hmm, well said. Don't say it again." Aoi Natsuki rolled her eyes at her.

If things continue like this, she'll eventually ruin me, and she seems to enjoy it.

“Driving so dangerously as you just now is not allowed again. I’m telling you, understand?” Aoi Natsuki climbed out of the car, her legs still trembling.

"It's not that serious. Didn't you notice that even when you weren't holding the handle, the vehicle was still stable?"

“Dangerous driving is dangerous driving, there are no other excuses,” Natsuki Aoi said with a serious expression.

Sakurajima Anne pursed her lips, remained silent for five or six seconds, then nodded in agreement, "Okay..."

This time, it finally listened to me.

"If you know this, you should keep it in mind. Okay, I'm going back now. Can you take me home? This time, you can only drive slowly, okay?"

"Ugh...that's so boring."

"Safety first."

“…” Sakurajima An knew that her entertainment time was over for the day. She pursed her lips and then pointed to the yakitori restaurant not far ahead. “Want to go and get some?”

"I just ate, so I'm not hungry right now."

"But I..."

"I have fresh and healthy ingredients at home. If you're hungry, I'll cook for you at home."

"!"

Anne Sakurajima frowned immediately.

Even so, she had no way to refute it and in the end had no choice but to obediently send Aoi back to her doorstep.

She really hadn't eaten, so she stayed at Aoi's house and had another dinner.

The taste is definitely better than what you get in other restaurants.

I downed almost half a bowl.

Sakurajima's appetite is far too small.