I really don't want to be reborn.

"Well, it's just strange that you chose this university."

"Actually, it doesn't matter which university I attend."

Yes, he already knows quite a lot.

And to be honest, what you learn in university, especially in academia, is really just that kind of thing.

The most important thing about university courses is not the knowledge in books, but the social logic and social experience, learning to communicate, cooperate, be humble, and strive hard.

Besides a diploma, what else do you expect a university to give you?

He has all of these things.

"Is that so? What an arrogant statement."

He suddenly turned around and pointed towards the stadium: "I was wondering, what were you like when you participated in the Mita Festival? Or the Mine City Miss Contest?"

Ogiso Setsuna subconsciously frowned and shook her head.

She herself is quite sensitive to, and even averse to, beauty pageants and the like.

"Being the center of attention for tens of thousands of people, I really look forward to seeing you terrified like a squirrel..."

"That's going too far, Kousaka-kun."

Xuecai smiled.

That smile was off; it was almost identical to the smile Kasumigaoka Utaha had when she was annoyed.

However, the head of the Literature Department was aloof and refined, often leaving him at a loss. Besides, since his heart belonged to someone else, he naturally didn't find him annoying, always just smiling slightly, and then…

pinch!

Two slender, white fingers pinched a bit of flesh from her waist and slowly rotated it ninety degrees.

Kyosuke Kosaka frowned, then released his grip.

Ogiso Setsuna's reaction was unexpected.

During her university years, Ogiri was composed and generous, always maintaining a polite attitude towards everyone. I have almost never seen her be as mischievous as she is now.

"It hurts a little."

Yukina snapped out of her reverie in an instant, realizing that her actions had gone too far. She quickly withdrew her fingers and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

"Hmph, serves him right."

"Kiso, what is that unicorn-like thing?"

"It's a mascot... Hmph, I don't know!"

Setsuna can be a bit arrogant too.

No, this should be called shy and coy.

Or perhaps, shyness?

………………

A top student! A top student! A top student!

It's worth mentioning that Mr. Doma Taihei was definitely a top student.

Mr. Doma, who consistently ranked first in his class throughout high school and was nicknamed "Oni no Taihei," straightened his tie.

There's a hamster girl studying at Arayada High School in Tokyo, while he works at a diamond service company. He's still not quite used to life in Tokyo.

After all, I had always rented an apartment in Chiba, and it will take some time to adapt to the fast-paced life here after moving to Tokyo.

At least, going to work in the afternoon... is the last time!

The new house I bought is in Shinjuku. It's not an apartment, but a detached two-story house. It's not a traditional Japanese house either; instead, it has a strong modern feel.

It should be said that all the houses in this area look like this.

In autumn, they are like piles of dried and moldy tofu.

Carrying his briefcase, Taihei Doma turned around and told his sister to remember to record the video that night before leaving.

"Oh, Taiping?"

"K-Kakasaka?"

The only high school boy who would call him by his adult name in a friendly tone was probably Kyosuke Kousaka, with whom he hadn't known each other for very long.

Right at his doorstep, Kyosuke Kosaka had a very strange expression.

Doma Taihei waved to him warmly: "You finally decided to come visit my new home? Speaking of which, you didn't even come to the housewarming party, which is really not nice of you."

"The news of your move was so sudden. I didn't have time to plan anything. I was busy with magazine and novel stuff at the time."

After saying goodbye to the Ogiso family, Kousaka Kyosuke headed this way.

Let's be reasonable!

He didn't come here to visit Doma Taihei...

"Actually, I didn't come here to visit you..."

Saying hurtful things in a serious tone, Kyosuke pointed to the house next door: "I'm here to see the new house."

Taiping was still in shock: "This is my new house."

"No, no, no, I meant your neighbor next door."

A subtle, smug smile played on Kosaka's face: "I bought my house in Tokyo here."

He rarely showed his pride in front of outsiders.

But in front of friends, especially male friends, one can't help but reveal their true feelings: "Surprised? Unexpected?"

Then he saw Doma Taihei's wary expression.

"……What do you mean?"

"Hey, Kousaka, you bought a house next to mine, does that mean... you have feelings for Umaru?"

"..."

"Hey bro, you have a girlfriend!"

"Yes, it exists, but—"

"No buts, one can't be indecisive."

Taihei, a die-hard siscon, ruthlessly pushed him away from the Doma family, saying, "Don't mess with Umaru!"

"Who would do anything to a hamster?"

Kosaka chuckled and shook his head, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure that seemed familiar.

His right neighbor was Tsuchima, and the figure was his left neighbor.

Through the courtyard gate, you can see that it is a tall girl.

Black pantyhose, the blue uniform of Fengcheng University Affiliated High School, the skirt sharply tapering upwards at the waist, her figure slender and thin, like a plum blossom blooming early in autumn.

"That is……"

Her sharp shoulders twitched slightly as the aloof and strikingly beautiful girl with long, straight black hair closed the entryway door.

Kyosuke peeked out and looked at the surnames on the outside of the house.

"Touma..."

The Touma from Touma Kazusa's name.

He fell into deep thought, sensing a certain malice.

(The malice of white scholars)

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Every now and then I complain about being poor and you guys feed me razor blades.

Is that right?

Chapter Thirty: The wind blows, flowers fall, and leaves scatter; all emotions are condensed in late autumn.

The new house in Shinjuku is not yet renovated and is empty and quiet.

The payment for the renovations will likely arrive by the end of this year.

He stood on the balcony and observed for a while, thoroughly enjoying the tranquility.

Right across from the balcony, directly opposite the neighbor's Touma house, it has a completely different style from the Doma house, and occupies a larger area, resembling a villa. The most striking feature is its white color!

The color was bright and white, like the height of summer in the dead of winter.

Kyosuke stared blankly at the white hair when suddenly a piano tinkled. Because of the excellent soundproofing, the piano sound was very faint; if it weren't for the quiet surroundings, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

Although the piano music was only a few notes, it made one's heart skip a beat, as if goosebumps were about to rise from the skin and make one want to dance to the sound, but the mind would quickly relax.

Not only because the other person was a very skilled pianist, but also because the piece was so poignant, almost like the deathly sound of the heavens.

It was not long ago in the light music club room of Benzhan High School that I played "Castle in the Sky" with that tall and slender piano girl—I remember when she played Bach, the announcer's name was "Touma Kazusa," and now the neighbor next door also has the surname Touma…

What a coincidence! What a coincidence!

He thought about it expressionlessly.

Suddenly, Kyosuke Kosaka perked up, staring intently and listening intently. The music in his ears was slowly broken down in his mind, constructing a model of a pair of constantly moving hands.

His technique was skillful and experienced; there was nothing wrong with it.

What he found interesting was that the emotions conveyed in the other person's piano playing were not quite the same as his understanding of "Castle in the Sky".

The mournful sound contained a certain fondness; between melancholy and sorrow was a fleeting moment of joy, a joy that almost exhausted all of life's stored passion.

It's very touching.

It hurts people.

Amazing, Kyosuke Kosaka found it all amazing.

He felt as if he had ingested a handful of caustic soda, and his internal organs were aching terribly—he was actually feeling sorry for the music, or rather, for the person playing the piano.