I really don't want to be reborn.

"What do I think of cute girls?"

The girl slowly put down her cup: "It's like when you see a very cute cat, you kiss it, you hug it, you like it very much, but you wouldn't want to sleep with it."

"How can we tell if someone has this tendency?"

Shi Yu suddenly frowned impatiently: "How should I know? I don't like women."

She paused for a moment: "But I do like cats."

"I know, I like cats too."

"Wordy."

The evening breeze drifted in through the window, casting an elegant shadow on the wall, reflecting the lingering glow of the setting sun.

"How's your romance novel coming along? Still no clue? If all else fails, I suggest you start with Ul."

The girl looked over, puzzled.

"It's fan fiction, 'going back to the past' and 'U-L' are terms used in the fan fiction world. You should know what 'going back to the past' means, it's when the protagonist travels back to the past through time travel, like in EVA, where Shinji Ikari jumps back from the last episode to the first episode, retaining all his memories and experiences, and then fights the Angels again..."

"I can roughly understand fanfiction with rebirth elements."

"Anyway, you can change history as you please, use the original work as the basic setting, and then write a story that is completely different from the main story. That's much simpler—that's what I actually suggested to Kirino."

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly became interested: "And then what? What did your round-headed sister write?"

Kyosuke Kosaka waved his hand, unwilling to speak.

"So ashamed to talk about it? And with that face full of poop, you can probably guess how stupid you are."

Kyosuke's expression turned serious, and he felt it necessary to speak up for his sister: "Come on, even if she's not very smart, she can still get into the top five in the whole county. She's not stupid."

The man with long, straight black hair sneered: "Top five in the county in junior high school, that's incredible."

Kyosuke Kosaka became proud of his sister again: "Don't be like that. At least you weren't in the top five in middle school, but you did get into the top ten."

She turned away angrily, deciding she would never write fanfiction.

"Top twenty?"

She turned her head away expressionlessly, and Kyosuke Kosaka immediately changed the subject: "Don't underestimate this kind of writing style. It's the same as Kirino's overly casual writing style. Indeed, there are predecessors who have researched perfect writing methods or short-term strategies that can gain popularity, but I still admire her casualness."

"Ok?"

"Simply put, write whatever you like. Look at the origin of doujinshi, isn't it all about what readers like or dislike? People who like the characters in the original work will want to include themselves in it, and people who dislike the tragedy in the original work will want to rewrite the tragedy."

Kyosuke smiled at her: "I'm not forcing you to write however you want, I just think you should write whatever you want, don't worry about formulas, the market, selling points, or even the readers."

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood up, walked to the window and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, she slowly closed the window and walked around the clubroom several times: "You're right. When I started to associate my career with writing, I couldn't write anymore."

She slightly raised her head to gaze at the deep-thinking yet gentle young man, her eyelashes slightly damp.

In the fleeting moments of my young life, I want to write down a story I love, and then, I hope that one day, when I'm too old to see clearly, you'll read it to me.

"March died."

"You're dead from being a 'literary youth' too, go back..."

The door to the department was locked.

They said goodbye to each other on the last day of March, and then on April Fool's Day the following day, they each received a love letter.

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Yesterday, Youyaomeng gave me a reward of 5,000, thank you very much.

My feelings are complicated, very complicated.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Even on April Fool's Day, Let's Be Proud Together

April Fools' Day.

It is a festival for fooling people, and also a festival for fools.

I hope the idiots will have a happy day.

…………

"Kirino, think before you spend money."

What are you thinking about?

"Save money. I've never spent money like you before, even when buying games, don't buy too many at once."

Kirino, of course, was unwilling and very unhappy: "This is money I earned myself!"

"Spending money is as fast as having diarrhea, and making money is harder than eating shit. You might have to support your brother in the future, so be careful."

"Disgusting! Disgusting!"

At the doorstep, Kousaka Kyosuke lectured his sister as usual, and Kirino rolled her eyes and made a face at him as usual. The two parted ways at the doorstep.

He arrived at the classroom, greeted a few familiar faces, and glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was engrossed in her book, looking drowsy and confused.

"You were writing until late again last night?"

"……what."

A soft yawn, like a gentle sigh, followed by the girl glancing up at him before closing her eyes again: "When I came to my senses, it was already past three. I felt a little dizzy when I woke up this morning, almost... I was so dizzy!"

"You need to correct your terrible sleep habits, otherwise you really will die suddenly if you continue like this."

She waved to Kyosuke to go play somewhere else, saying she wanted to rest a little longer: "Call me when the teacher comes."

The teacher arrived, but she had already fallen asleep.

Kyosuke Kosaka blocked the teacher's view with his body. Whenever the teacher turned his gaze, which was filled with annoyance, he would calmly and stubbornly intercept it, his attitude unusually firm.

The teacher left, and she finally woke up comfortably.

Judging from his uncomfortable expression, he must have been lying on the table for too long and was experiencing chest pain.

"Being too attached to those few hours of inspiration at night leaves you feeling listless and unmotivated the next day. You really should take a good look at this...forgive me!"

Kasumigaoka listened to the lecture with a sense of helplessness.

Kyosuke Kosaka has a bad habit of lecturing.

She asked which teacher was teaching the next class, and thinking that teacher was easy to bully, she calmly and naturally told him, "I'll sleep some more!"

"Sure, would you like me to kindly put a coat on you?"

Kasumigaoka suspected that the meaning of "thoughtful" was actually the lewd implication of "physically touching," and refused outright.

"You have to wake up before you eat, or I'll eat your lunch for you."

At noon, the two of them took their lunch boxes to the clubroom. The girl walked ahead, opened the door, and exclaimed in surprise as she entered, then bent down.

Kyosuke put down the lunchbox next to the pile of books: "What's wrong?"

After she straightened up, she found a thin pink love letter in her hand. Without even opening it, she knew that it contained a date and place for a confession. They were usually anonymous, but they would also provide some clues to subtly indicate their identities.

"Oh, Kousaka-kun, this love letter seems to be addressed to you."

Holding the love letter, the girl teased, "I didn't expect someone to confess to you on this day. But then again, even if you get rejected, you can just say 'I was joking' and it won't be too embarrassing."

“That makes sense. I was a little surprised to receive a love letter, but in Kasumigaoka, something else is even more surprising.”

He stared intently at the pile of books: "This is truly unexpected..."

The girl was taken aback. Following his gaze, she saw an envelope half-exposed among the neatly stacked books, with the words "To Kasumigaoka" clearly written on it.

"..."

This is a love letter someone wrote to her—the girl handed the love letter she found on the ground to Kyosuke, then strangely opened the love letter written to her, her expression gradually returning to calm.

"It is indeed very strange, or rather, it is quite a coincidence."

Kosaka pulled back the curtains to check the locked windows: "What I meant by strange is that there's a security problem with our clubroom. The seal on the floor is one thing, but it might have been pushed in from under the door."

However, hiding this letter inside a pile of books is completely unacceptable, unless someone has the ability to walk through walls.

"Other members? Impossible. Besides the club teachers, only you and I have the key to this door."

He confirmed that the doors and windows were undamaged, then looked at the pink letter in his hand, squinting at it with a meaningful look in his eyes: "An interesting coincidence. I'm a little intrigued."

The window was opened, and the wind blew in, overturning several sheets of paper on the table. The papers spun in the air and fell into the wind.

Kyosuke Kousaka casually opened the envelope in his hand and read it aloud word by word: "Kyosuke Kousaka-senpai: How do you view the past? Thinking back to the happiness of my childhood, I feel very ashamed. I was ignorant and fearless. I didn't know what I wanted to pursue at all. In fact, I never thought about what would happen after I woke up. My world was too small before. After meeting you, senpai, I felt like I met a whole new world..."

This love letter was clearly from a high school freshman girl. The words used were very careful, and also bittersweet, full of girlish charm.

He paused and smiled at Kasumigaoka: "His choice of words and sentence structure is just unparalleled. I'm considering whether to recruit this guy into our literature club."

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained expressionless.

He lowered his head and continued reading: "...I'm sorry, senior, I still haven't shaken off this common woman's flaw and rambled on for too long. I just wanted to ask if we could meet today? I have a lot on my mind that I want to say to you in person—"

Where should we meet?

Kyosuke carefully put away the very straightforward love letter, with a hint of self-deprecation: "In the music room, it seems I'll have to go to the music classroom again this afternoon. I just hope that those people who confessed today will leave that place alone."

Shiyu slowly read through the love letter written to her, her expression unchanged: "You don't need to worry, there are no music classes for first and second graders this afternoon."

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled and said, "It seems this junior knows how to pick a place."

The girl suddenly asked coldly, "You seem quite smug?"

"Shouldn't I feel proud to be confessed to? Aren't you proud? Is that love letter in your hand insulting you?"

"No...you're praising me."

She crumpled the love letter into a ball and stuffed it into her pocket: "This person is praising me, and although what he said is true, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Do you want to go to the appointment? I'm more curious about which fearless person would confess their feelings to you."

"It depends on my mood."

He suddenly became very attentive and placed their two lunch boxes side by side on the table, beaming with a smile: "We used to eat our lunches a bit far apart, how about we have a meal together today?"

People often say "I miss you" instead of "I like you" to the person they like.

Instead of saying you want to be with the person you like, you ask if they want to have a meal together.

They're all hypocritical, all arrogant.