I really don't want to be reborn.

This blank space represents the shyness of an innocent young man.

Kyosuke smiled shyly: "Anyway, that's roughly the idea, and there are no family obstacles to our relationship, so we're doing very well..."

He took out the love letter and gently placed it in Sakura Hasegawa's hand: "So, please quietly return this to that unknown junior. This is my reply. I just hope she won't be sad."

Sakura Hasegawa silently accepted the love letter she had written with all her shame. She could barely manage a smile... no, she couldn't even manage a forced one. She could only turn her sorrow into seriousness: "I understand. I will... I will tell her, Kousaka... Kousaka-kun!"

Kyosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

In martial arts, the key is to strike first!

"……but!"

But this cheered him up.

Sakura stared at him, biting her lip: "But..."

The boy, his expression unchanged and gentle, asked, "But what?"

He frantically gestured to Setsuna with his hands behind his back.

The girl about to confess her feelings practically threw away all her shame: "But—"

"K-Kosaka!"

Famous actress Setsuna Ogiso jumped out of the bushes, her face flushed, whether from nervousness or excitement, she looked at him with gentle eyes, like a weasel looking at a hen.

Kosaka's acting was much more skillful: "Oh, it's Setsuna... Is something the matter?"

Following the lines they had rehearsed, Ogiso Setsuna lowered her head and smiled shyly. But this ridiculously exaggerated smile showed no genuine shyness whatsoever; it was just her joining in the commotion.

"Um, this student."

She looked at Sakura Hasegawa and said, "Could you please leave for a moment? I have something very important to tell Kousaka-kun."

As Hasegawa looked at the unfamiliar twin-tailed girl, his once-fierce enthusiasm gradually cooled.

A feeling of inferiority instantly spread through her heart; she felt that the girl in front of her was dazzling.

But her final, trembling voice, still held her resentment, and she managed to ask her last question: "What is it? Is it...very important?"

Kogiri smiled and nodded, glancing sideways at Kosaka who was sitting silently, before suddenly sitting down next to him and taking his arm.

"I'm going to confess my feelings to a boy!"

The girl's heart shattered with a snap.

The plan to disrupt the confession was a huge success...

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Pfft pfft pfft, Sakura Hasegawa!

After Oreki Houtarou, I've turned another main character into a female character. I'm so happy! I want to go to Feilu and turn Lu Ge into a female character, and collect all the virgins!

Oh dear, I'm starving! I'm so poor.

Chapter Fifty: A Cinnabar Mole on My Heart, A Clear Moon Before My Window

Amidst the vibrant red maple leaves, Hasegawa's stammering confession was deliberately thwarted.

contrast.

When we eat at a restaurant, we often unconsciously glance at what other people are eating while we are eating what's in our own bowls.

Even after you've already bought something, you'll still unconsciously want to ask about the price of similar products when you see them.

When choosing a partner, no matter how deep the feelings, people will subconsciously compare their partner with other people they know.

Everyone has this tendency to compare themselves to others, and this psychological effect becomes even more pronounced when one places oneself in the comparison.

For example, if a boy wants to confess to Kasumigaoka Utaha, his first thought is whether he can compare to Kousaka Kyosuke.

For example, like today, she wanted to confess her feelings, but a girl who was obviously prettier and cuter than her took the first step. Naturally, the courage she mustered would be gradually negated by this psychological effect, her emotions would fade, and rationality would take over.

"Kousaka-kun, that's a really dirty trick of yours. And how come you're so good at it? How many times have you been confessed to?"

Hearing Kogiso ask that, Kyosuke turned his gaze away from the somewhat forlorn figure walking away: "Including you, Kogiso, it's been about a hundred times."

The girl with twin ponytails expressed surprise: "I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to have done it even more times than me. You really are the famous school heartthrob of Benzhan High School."

She was surprised for a moment, then immediately became unhappy: "You called me Setsuna when you asked for my help, and now you call me Ogiso. This behavior of yours is making me a little annoyed."

"But it was to appear more intimate..."

His words of explanation slowly faded into the autumn wind, because a girl named Ogiso Setsuna was looking at him seriously, her large eyes filled with emotions that were not usually visible.

Shame, anger, and grievance.

She bit her lip: "Even though it's acting, I am still a girl, and... it's the first time I've confessed to a boy. I know it's fake, but it's just a little..."

What's up?

Kyosuke thought to himself, "You're surprisingly innocent," when he suddenly noticed that their arms were linked together.

He only just realized that the girl's arms were soft and limp, as if they had no bones.

She rubbed softly against his arm, feeling incredibly comfortable even through their clothes, and the intertwined arms gave her a warm and reassuring feeling.

Her hands were rather long and slender, unlike the small and delicate hands of ordinary girls. When she clenched her fist and then slowly opened it, you could see her plump, fair fingertips.

I think I understand how you feel.

Kyosuke Kosaka gently released her arm, giving a wry smile: "I begged you not to like me, and now I'm asking you to do this kind of favor. I feel like a piece of trash."

The girl, who had been somewhat angry, suddenly laughed upon hearing this: "It's not like that. I was just upset that Kousaka-kun treated me like some kind of tool, so of course I was unhappy."

His eyes narrowed, and his bitter smile deepened: "The concept of a tool doesn't exist; it's not true."

"And Kousaka-kun did this because he cared about that girl from before, right? Such a gentle boy, how should I put it..."

As if she had returned to normal, Kogiso looked at the maple forest under the darkening sky and smiled like the moon: "This gentle Kousaka-kun is not handsome at all."

"Yes, I sometimes feel that way."

"By the way, what's your girlfriend's name again?"

Kousaka Kyosuke lowered his eyes and uttered the name of the person he liked as if in a dream: "Kasumigaoka, Utaha."

"Kasumigaoka Utaha..."

What a beautiful name.

But actually, your boyfriend isn't handsome at all.

Setsuna said this aloud in her heart.

Her eyes don't hold the vastness of mountains and rivers, nor can they capture the full beauty of spring. Sitting in the south wind, she wouldn't be a stunning beauty.

He was just an ordinary boy coming and going on the street.

Not handsome at all!

Not at all!

Aside from the hint of melancholy and depth in his eyes that catches your eye, perhaps this is exactly what you like about him. If so, please cherish him like you would a fine wine.

Like now, like now...

What does it mean to become that most vibrant red amidst the towering mountains to stir her emotions?

Yukina puffed out her cheeks, looking quite angry, but she calmed down soon after: "It's so late, I should go back now, Kousaka-kun."

"I'll take you."

They left Shinda-an, bidding farewell to the autumn leaves of Nagasaki this year.

As we walked out of the garden, the distance between us was indistinct, as if our arms had been entwined earlier merely a necessary formality, devoid of any real emotion.

"I forgot to ask, how are Uncle Kogiso and Auntie doing lately?"

"That's great! Mom's been talking about you a few times—where are Uncle Kosaka and the others?"

When his father was mentioned, Kyosuke smiled sarcastically: "He's been busy with a heinous murder case lately, running around after the police inspector like a bear that's run out of food."

Yukina covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her shoulders trembling slightly: "How can you say something like that?"

"Anyway, I've always felt that their interrogation and evidence collection principles are too cumbersome and waste a lot of time."

The two men sat in a taxi, chatting about their respective family situations.

Kyosuke stared at the rearview mirror: "And don't let my father's muscular physique fool you, he always turns into a brainy genius when he's at the crime scene. His insight can be terrifying at times."

"Is that so, Uncle Kosaka? I heard from Mom that Dad's crime-solving skills aren't actually that strong. It seems he was promoted to patrol chief because the previous patrol chief took a long sick leave from the military..."

Ogiso Susumu had a keen eye and was familiar with various verification tools and methods due to his background in forensic medicine. However, the other party's logical ability was really not commendable. Listening to Setsuna's somewhat embarrassed words, he suddenly felt worried about everyone in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Kyosuke continued looking in the rearview mirror: "That's one of the reasons I didn't choose to become a detective. If it were an environment like in Sherlock Holmes where consulting detectives could get involved in solving cases, I'd be a little interested."

Yukina licked her lips and frowned: "Hmm? What do you mean?"

"You can interpret it as me admiring the kind of society that Detective Conan lives in, it's quite exciting—why are you suddenly frowning? Are you hungry?"

"Hmm, I am a little hungry—"

and many more!

The girl looked at him. This guy was clearly staring at the rearview mirror the whole time, so how could he have noticed her expression...? The rearview mirror?

She glanced in the rearview mirror but didn't see her own face.

Kyosuke closed his eyes.

She looked at him, feeling it didn't make sense, and leaned closer to the boy, seeing half of her own face in the rearview mirror.

"You seem to be able to see me... but why can't I see you?"

"Convex Mirror, are you an idiot?"

"Humph~"

Yukina pouted, then suddenly realized something: "Kousaka, you were just... just now, you were peeking at me, weren't you?"

"...You're overthinking it."

Setsuna was in a great mood and smiled as she reached out to pat his shoulder: "I don't mind, boy."