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

Natsuki Aoi was utterly speechless.

Seeing how amazing Takahashi-neechan had been, Rina, who was not far away, had her eyes light up instantly. She opened her arms and ran towards her, eventually throwing herself into her arms.

"Awoo awoo!"

Although I don't know what they're saying, it must all be compliments.

Mito Takahashi's face turned as red as a ripe apple.

When I looked at Aoi again, his expression was very strange. Did he hate my violent behavior again?

Her heart was pounding, but just two seconds later, Aoi suddenly burst into laughter.

Eh?

What's happening here?

"Hahaha, Takahashi, I have to say, your thought process is really quite unique in some ways."

"what?"

"In short, well done. I hesitated too much. You were right this time." Looking back now, Aoi Natsuki realizes that she sometimes overthinks things, which can easily lead to missed opportunities and even bad consequences.

He lowered his head, and Mao still held his shirt tightly with both hands. Even though the crisis was over, it was still a terrifying memory for the child.

Hesitation will defeat.

Mito Takahashi's expression was slightly blank. Was this a compliment? Was it not rejection, but praise?

"Didn't you always advocate violent opposition? How come you agree with me now?"

Natsuki Aoi shook her head and replied, "Violent opposition is appropriate in everyday life, but in this special situation, decisive action is the right thing to do to minimize the crisis for the two children. That is the correct choice."

“…, um.” After a moment of silence, Takahashi Mito nodded gently, stroking Rina’s head with her right hand, and then beckoned to Mao.

At the same time, her gaze inadvertently drifted to Aoi, and her voice became very soft: "So, you mean, you don't dislike her, right..."

Ugh! What am I even saying?!

“Huh.” Aoi Natsuki recalled the scene just now and couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. “I don’t dislike your straightforwardness either, Takahashi.”

"..."

He pulled Rina back and picked her up. When he noticed, he realized that the little ball that Rina had been in the gashapon machine in the convenience store was now in Mao's hand.

Could it be...?

Aoi Natsuki and Rina exchanged a glance, and she smiled knowingly.

"Then we'll head back first. You guys should retreat here too."

"..."

There was no response. Oh well, I'll just go back now.

Rina waved goodbye to Mao, and then Aoi Natsuki carried Rina and rushed home. They were really, really about to turn into ice sculptures!

Mao, who was standing in the same spot, watched her older brother run away until he disappeared from sight. Only then did her attention return to her aunt beside her. But as soon as she turned her head, she was startled.

At this moment, my aunt's face was very red, all the way down to her ears and neck, just like she had an allergic reaction.

The words that Aoi Natsuki had just said kept echoing in Takahashi Mito's mind, like a surround sound lingering in her ears.

"I don't dislike straightforwardness either."

At that moment, her breathing became rapid, and she felt a surge of panic. She could hear her heartbeat, which was usually hard to hear, very clearly.

Aoi Natsuki...

Do I really like this guy?

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P.S.: There will be more updates this afternoon or evening. Thank you for your support.

Chapter 115 They were very obedient today.

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With the end of the semester approaching and the holidays starting after the exams, reviewing is undoubtedly the top priority before then. The exploration club, which was painstakingly established, has now become a place for Aoi Natsuki and others to discuss and study. Sakurajima Anne is on the verge of tears.

Although Aoi Natsuki had been thinking about improving Hayakawa's talent points, living here meant he couldn't neglect his studies. For the past week, he had focused almost entirely on his studies, and he was confident that he could get into the top fifty in the final grade exams.

Holding his history and math workbooks, he pushed open the door to the Exploration Club's activity room.

The room was dimly lit, so he pressed the light switch on the wall. When the light came on, Sakurajima Anne, who was sitting at the table with her back to him, suddenly appeared, which startled him.

After confirming her silhouette again, Aoi Natsuki patted her chest and walked into the classroom: "Sakurajima, could you please turn on the lights next time you arrive? You startled me by suddenly appearing."

Sakurajima Anne turned around, her feet, clad in black cotton socks, crossed and stacked. Half of her right indoor shoe had come off, and she was only holding it with her toes, slowly shaking it back and forth.

“Cang, Jing, um…”

His voice was broken and intermittent, and he sounded as if he had suffered a great shock.

Aoi Natsuki naturally knew the reason and immediately smiled helplessly.

Because Sakurajima likes to make strange and unusual things, but he is currently busy preparing for final exams, he spends all his club time studying, and many things in the classroom have been cleaned up and packed into cabinets.

From Aoi Natsuki's perspective, this classroom is just an ordinary clubroom.

"Don't be so discouraged. Take this opportunity to learn more. Sakurajima will definitely go to university in the future, right? Exam scores are essential," Aoi Natsuki said, stepping forward to comfort her.

Sakurajima An's lifeless eyes were staring straight ahead, unfocused, her head slightly tilted to the right by fifteen degrees.

Yes, after all, those things were her lifelong passions, and being deprived of what she loved must have been a bitter pill to swallow.

Aoi Natsuki exhaled through her nose and forced a smile: "There are still ten minutes before the club activity. Why don't you tell me about some of your collections?"

"!"

Upon hearing this, Sakurajima Anne's pupils instantly brightened, her eyes moving in perfect unison as she stared intently at Aoi. Her previously tightly closed lips now slowly revealed her teeth. "Aoi!"

She simply called out his name, then jumped off the table, grabbed his wrist with her right hand, and led him to a large cleaning cabinet in the corner.

Opening the cabinet, you'll find all sorts of items neatly arranged inside. Well, "items" is the best way to describe them, as some things are so special that they can't even be described as objects.

This cleaning cabinet was specially modified, with many compartments layer upon layer. Some columns are spaced 30 centimeters apart to store large items; others are spaced less than 10 centimeters apart to store small animal teeth. There are also three flat drawers in the middle. She reached out and pulled open the top drawer, where she placed bottle after bottle of different colors inside.

This must be something strange, otherwise Sakurajima wouldn't have kept it.

Seeing her smiling at him, Aoi Natsuki had no choice but to ask, "What is this?"

"Pick a bottle."

"Then... this middle bottle, shall we?"

Sakurajima took out the middle bottle, then unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to below Aoi Natsuki's nose.

He sniffed, and immediately a dark, damp smell of cement walls filled his nostrils.

"Cough." The smell was particularly pungent, and Aoi Natsuki coughed. "This smell is so strange."

Sakurajima Anne smiled, screwed the bottle on, placed it on the shelf of the cabinet, and leaned forward slightly: "Okay, Q&A time, what is this?"

Natsuki Aoi rubbed her nose, crossed her arms over her chest, and thought hard, but couldn't think of anything. The smell was just too much like the smell of a basement.

"Sorry, I give up."

Sakurajima Anne stared at him, her slender right index finger gently tapping his chest: "Time to reveal the answer."

“This thing is actually…” Sakurajima Anne picked up the glass bottle again and shook it up and down, “…perfume.”

"Huh? Perfume? You're not kidding me."

Aoi Natsuki clearly didn't believe it.

Sakurajima Anne explained with a smile, "It's perfume. Isn't the scent unique? This bottle is Legrand's Sacred Relic of Love."

Not only that, this drawer was filled with perfumes.

Sakurajima picked up another bottle, unscrewed the cap, and let Aoi Natsuki smell it.

This time, upon asking, the smell was very similar to that of a piece of moldy wood.

The smell is even more pungent.

Aoi Natsuki quickly pinched her nose: "And what's this bottle?"

"Gray flannel, ink love."

Anne Sakurajima picked out another bottle: "This is my favorite of all of them."

Aoi Natsuki moved his hand away from his nose. This time, he was smarter and took the perfume himself. After opening the bottle, he simply fanned himself to let the fragrance wafting from the bottle into his nasal cavity.

But this time, the smell sent a jolt through his entire body.

I looked down at the bottle of pale yellow liquid.

It smells like blood...

He looked up at Sakurajima and asked about the perfume's name.

"Liberate the Orange Capital, Dragon and Rose."

Sakurajima Anne's magnetic voice entered my ears. Each bottle here was so unique, but to be honest, they were all quite interesting.

"Here is my collection of animal teeth, how about..."

"No, let's call it a day. It's time to start preparing for the final exams," Natsuki Aoi interrupted.

“Is that so…” Sakurajima Anne looked disappointed after hearing this.

He then had no choice but to put away these collectibles.

The two sat back down and waited for two or three minutes before the rest of the Discovery Club members arrived one after another.

Today's explanation is still about Hayakawa.

After several weeks of practice, she was no longer so nervous. She buried herself in her studies and filled her notebooks with formulas and problem-solving strategies.

"Hey, listen carefully and remember what I'm saying. You'll need a certain score to get into university in the future." Aoi Natsuki nudged Sakurajima's arm with her elbow.

This time, Sakurajima Anne finally heard him, turned her head to look at him meaningfully, and finally sighed deeply: "Alright, then I'll try my best to learn."

After saying that, he actually picked up the workbook he had prepared and copied down the formulas that Hayakawa had written on the whiteboard in front of him, bit by bit.