I really don't want to be reborn.

"Ah, with Xiao Tongtong's example, it's quite normal for female presidents or female chieftains to come here..."

Saori glanced at the woman's retreating figure: "I feel like I've seen her somewhere before."

"Ah, it's on TV, right? I heard that our president was a model when she was young. Let's go, let's follow her and see what she's doing."

Black Cat didn't really want to go, but unfortunately, she was the shortest of the three, and Kirino grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go, and she couldn't do anything no matter how hard she struggled.

She used to think that life was just about running around, listening to others' praises, or hearing others cheer. But now, Black Cat is running around with her friends—that's really good.

"A violent woman..."

The black cat was muttering to itself, and Saori, watching from the side, thought it was incredibly cute.

However, when they discovered that the female president and editor had encountered Kousaka Kyosuke, the three of them were startled. Kirino and Saori managed to remain calm, while the black cat, who had been muttering to itself, let out an embarrassing meow out of sheer surprise...

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the cold drink shop was just as awkward and unpleasant as the cold drinks themselves.

Kousaka Kyosuke stared at his sister's helpless expression, his mind slightly dazed, and subconsciously glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Ok?"

The girl stared at her sister and felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

It's even more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine.

But outwardly, she still looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"fine."

He waved to the three guys who were trying to slip away: "Kirino, bring your friends over, it's my treat today, meow."

That originally gentle smile slowly turned into something wicked in the black cat's eyes.

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Let me tell you something. Yesterday afternoon, I went for a run and saw two boys, probably around fourth grade, digging for crabs and loaches by a dried-up ditch. They had a good catch, and I was quite pleased that elementary school students weren't playing on their phones or going to internet cafes.

I spoke to them for a bit and noticed their actions were quite professional. Turning my head, I saw a book on the grass with the words "Wilderness Survival" on its cover...

Excuse me, farewell. I dare not linger in their sight for too long.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Hmm, why can't there be any "what ifs"?

Its color resembles brocade.

Blue as emerald feathers.

Transparent like glass.

After noon, the sky turned a deep blue. Compared to the ethereal beauty of spring, the sunlight in this season seemed to have a strong texture, and when it fell on my face, it felt like a cat was gently patting me.

Inside the ice cream shop, a black cat was fidgeting.

awkward.

I think you've all had that experience.

In the midst of a serious class, you suddenly shout out in a daze, and the whole class stares at you.

On a crowded bus, someone steps on your heel, revealing your slightly torn socks and toes.

In the silent elevator, your face flushed red, and you tried to hold back your fart, but you couldn't. So, intermittent "poof poof poof" sounds echoed through the elevator.

The elevator doors open and you're greeted by a pretty waitress, "Sir, what would you like for lunch?"—But you were just out shopping and needed to use the restroom, so why did you end up in a restaurant...?

Have any of you ever had such an embarrassing experience?

The embarrassment of standing under the strange gazes of many people would probably make an introverted and solitary person restless and leave a deep impression, almost becoming a psychological trauma.

For example, the black cat that made that embarrassing noise in public just now...

I'm so embarrassed!

This is utterly shameful!

The black cat was so embarrassed that he fidgeted, keeping his head down and constantly taking out his phone to check the time, as if he were going to his first offline meeting with Kirino at the otaku community.

I am filled with shame and indignation!

The two adults' gazes roamed kindly over the black cat's petite body. Kazaoka Mari was simply curious, while Fujima Misaki's eyes lit up, like a dog seeing a bone.

Hmm, this body type might have a good market if she tries some special clothes. Her small face is also very cute. I originally came here to investigate the market for stay-at-home girls...

However, she closed her eyes in disappointment the next moment, because the dog bone seemed to be sealed in the refrigerator, and trying to take it out would be a completely thankless task.

Personality... that won't do...

Kyosuke Kosaka wasn't disappointed. He thought the black cat was alright and kept staring at her, as if he were watching a kitten chasing its own tail in circles.

So cute...

He finally looked away before the black cat could get angry, and whispered to his sister beside him, "Kirino, why do you always have your gatherings in this godforsaken place, Akihabara? Can't you come somewhere else?"

Kirino nudged him with the bag containing the game discs as if it were a given, and proudly raised her chin: "Of course it's to reserve the game! Don't you know, the three of us all have the same idea."

Why go all the way to Akihabara to pre-order the game? Can't you just buy it in Chiba?

"Making a reservation at the store comes with different perks, you idiot, like a phone card..."

"The phone card is amazing!"

Kyosuke Kosaka sighed, "That's what being an otaku is like. You have to go to such lengths to collect merchandise from your favorite games."

If it were him, he certainly wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

This might be the difference between adults and minors—no! Most adult otaku are like Kuroko and her sister, so it has nothing to do with age. What does it have to do with?

Kirino's otaku tendencies are probably still at a very ordinary level.

She hides all her collected games and merchandise behind bookshelves or in closets, never daring to play with her prized possessions at home. Someone like her has probably disgraced the otaku community and will never be considered a true otaku scholar.

"This is my magazine editor, Kazaoka Mari..."

Kirino immediately greeted everyone with a smile: "Hello, Auntie."

"..."

Kazaoka Mari felt a tightness in her chest and stood bewildered in the wind.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was eating her cold drink with her head down, smiled silently. Yes, that's how Kousaka Kirino is. She can't stand seeing her brother interact with any young women and gets jealous very easily, just like now.

Hmph, I see.

She suddenly looked up, slowly pushed the half-eaten ice cream in front of Kousaka Kyosuke, and rubbed her stomach with some displeasure: "It's a bit cold, I can't eat anymore, Kousaka."

She believed it was just revenge, and she didn't think it had any hint of coquetry at all—of course, others certainly wouldn't think so.

Kyosuke casually picked up the small spoon she had used: "Then I won't be polite—oh, Kirino, would you like some?"

Kirino slowly loosened her clenched teeth and shook her head with composure.

With difficulty and restraint, he shook his head.

…………

"Kirino, go home soon!"

"Okay, okay, stop nagging..."

Watching the otaku trio leave the ice cream shop, Fujima Misaki stared at Saori's tall figure and muttered to herself, "I feel like I've seen that girl somewhere before, but... but..."

"Hmm, you mean Saori?"

“That’s right! Ms. Saori, those measurements are too unusual—but wait, if it really is her, why would she look like this…”

President Fujima scratched her head in distress, as if she had encountered some terrible problem. Ten seconds later, she gave up thinking about it and instead stared intently at Kyosuke Kousaka.

That look in his eyes was quite strange.

This woman was undoubtedly older than her friend, Ms. Kazaoka, and was clearly a menopausal woman. However, she had been a model, and her eyes were so dark they were almost like pools of water.

Her eyes weren't actually that big, but they were very bright and expressive.

As the saying goes, big eyes are charming, and small eyes are mesmerizing. This woman's gaze was so captivating that it could be described as soul-stirring. Fortunately, Kousaka Kyosuke was an experienced captain who had seen everything and was an excellent swimmer, so he wasn't embarrassed at all.

If a woman stares intently at a man, any man would inevitably feel a little presumptuous. He was also a man, but he felt nothing at all and instead turned to talk to Kazaoka Mari about the novel.

This editor seemed shrewd and capable, but her emotional intelligence was actually quite pitiful. It took her friend several tuggings at her sleeve before she finally understood what she meant and said with a forced laugh, "Well, let's talk about the novel later. It seems like my friend has something to discuss with you."

Kyosuke smiled faintly and spread his hands, gesturing for President Fujima to speak.

The woman was still staring at him intently, her gaze somewhat strange: "Kousaka Kirino's brother, actually, I've heard your sister mention you before, and her friends have also talked about you behind your back..."

Kyosuke Kosaka remained noncommittal: "What do you mean by 'buddy'?"

"Those girls who are close to Kogiri, like Aragaki and Ran, well, I didn't think much of it when I first heard about it, but now I find it a bit strange."

"What's so strange about it? Is there something on your face?"

A slight smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the female president subconsciously perked up, because there are many kinds of smiles, and his smile was undoubtedly the most unpredictable kind.

"I've read your novel serialized in the magazine, and it's very good. I would say it's quite impressive for your age. I've also heard that you have a long novel in Dengeki Bunko, which won an award this year. In short, I think it's very impressive."

"Thank you for the compliment."

She hoped to find a hint of smugness on the boy's face, but unfortunately, all she saw was a mild smile.

"Your father is a policeman, right? I always thought you were the bookworm type from a policeman's family, but seeing you today makes me feel strange—it's a real shame you didn't become a policeman."

Kyosuke Kosaka was practically holding a red certificate, and said in a serious tone: "In revolution, there are only different divisions of labor, not distinctions of rank or status."

That makes a lot of sense.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sipped her warmed drink, listening to her crush chat with an adult, and thought the weather was nice today.

It would have been even better if he hadn't met his annoying sister.

It would be even better if he were more proactive.

If I were...