Anime Crossover: My Little Sister is Too Clingy

"Ray, don't ask anymore... don't ask anymore..." Mai Sakurajima looked up at Ray with teary eyes, shaking her head and weeping.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore." Lai agreed tenderly, gently stroking her back with her right hand, comforting her softly.

When her mother took out her phone to call the police, she saw a horrifying scene.

The boy muttered to himself, his right hand gliding back and forth in mid-air as if caressing something.

Realizing she had encountered a lunatic, she muttered "bad luck" and hurriedly turned and ran, not wanting to stay for even a second longer.

Lai Mo watched her mother's retreating figure, silently comforting the crying girl in her arms.

The two embraced quietly on the beach, the sound of the waves occasionally pattering.

Ten minutes later, Mai Sakurajima, her eyes red, said in a low voice, "Let's go back to Kanagawa. I'm so tired, so very tired..."

Lai silently watched Sakurajima Mai, who was contemplating suicide, and without saying a word, he took her hand and led her to a crowded place.

Mai Sakurajima, like a walking corpse, let him lead her around without the slightest resistance.

Lai walked onto the road and saw an uncle who was going to work walking towards him. He stopped him amidst the uncle's puzzled look.

The office worker looked up at the small, heavily obscured giant in front of him and asked in confusion, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lai said politely, "I'm very sorry to bother you. May I ask you about someone?"

The middle-aged man checked his watch and, seeing that he had plenty of time, nodded.

Without wasting time, Lai asked, "Do you know a famous actress named Sakurajima Mai?"

The office worker shook his head and said, "I don't know her, but I do know Yui."

Upon hearing this, Lai felt a chill in his heart; what he didn't want to happen had still happened.

Seeing that the little giant did not respond, the office worker walked around him.

Lai snapped out of her daze and continued to ask Sakurajima Mai for directions from the passersby.

When asked, men, women, young and old alike shook their heads and said they didn't recognize the person.

Each time she asked and the other person replied that they didn't know her, Mai Sakurajima's face grew paler.

......

Time slowly ticked down to 5:30.

Lai asked around the streets and alleys, but still couldn't recognize the famous Mai Sakurajima.

Just as she was about to ask someone else, Mai Sakurajima shook her clasped hands and said sadly, "Ray, don't ask anymore. Let's go back. I want to go back to Kanagawa and be quiet."

Lai realized that something was wrong with her, so she let go of her hand and placed her hands on her shoulders. The two looked into each other's eyes.

Have you given up?

Sakurajima Mai awkwardly looked away, her eyes darting around, and she didn't respond much.

Yes, she gave up. She was heartbroken and disillusioned. Even her own mother had forgotten her existence. What was the point of living?

Lai shook her shoulders, trying to wake her up, and said in a deep voice, "Can you cheer up? I know you're feeling bad, and I'm feeling bad too!"

"If you disappear before my eyes, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life because I failed to save you from this strange illness!"

Do you even understand?!

Mai Sakurajima lowered her head, dejected, and said, "What's the point of understanding? What's the point of not understanding? Now, besides you, who else remembers me?"

"I have nothing to do with this world anymore, what do you care whether I live or die..."

Snapped--

Before she could finish speaking, Lai slapped her hard across the face and uttered the first curse word she had ever used in the world.

"Depend on!"

"Wake up! If nobody knows you in Kamakura, we'll go to Shizuoka Prefecture. If nobody knows you in Shizuoka Prefecture, we'll go to Atami."

"If nobody knows you in Atami, we'll go to Saitama Prefecture. If nobody knows you in Saitama Prefecture, we'll go to Tokyo!"

"I will always be with you, help you find the people you know, and I will definitely cure your strange illness!"

Sakurajima Mai covered her aching cheek, staring blankly at the man in front of her who was cursing her.

Chapter 90 Bully Lai

Lai grasped her shoulders again, his eyes beneath his hat revealing a serious look, and said gently, "At least during that time, I can stay with you."

Upon hearing this, Mai Sakurajima felt a pang of emotion. She hurriedly pushed away the hand that was on her shoulder, turned her back shyly, and muttered, "Younger than me, yet so arrogant, and even more unreasonable for slapping someone."

He muttered to himself, touching his reddened cheek.

Ugh, it hurts, but it feels kind of good...

Seeing her muttering to herself with her back turned, Lai reached out and gently patted her shoulder, calling out, "Pork belly, pork belly, pork belly..."

Sakurajima Mai, annoyed by the same annoying nickname again, turned around and bend down, shouting, "Don't call me Pork Belly anymore!!!"

Lai covered her ears, blinking her eyes rapidly; her voice was deafeningly loud.

After calling out a few times, she felt a little better, so she crossed her arms and said haughtily, "Since you don't want me to go back to Kanagawa, then I'll reluctantly accompany you to see other cities."

After hearing this, Lai smiled, took her hand, and jogged towards the tram station.

As he pulled her along, Mai Sakurajima silently looked at their tightly clasped hands and thought to herself, "Ray, are you this gentle to every girl?"

She had seen everything Lai did that afternoon.

Under the scorching sun, I walked through every street and alley, asking passersby if anyone remembered me.

At that moment, she was deeply moved and couldn't help but think how wonderful it was to be cared for.

She admitted that at that moment, she was smitten and her feelings for him intensified.

.......

Time slowly ticked down to six o'clock.

Tokyo.

Graduate School of Science and Engineering, Saitama University.

This is a university with a long history, and its students are generally academically excellent and quick-witted.

Moreover, the talents cultivated by this school have all made great contributions to society.

In the corridor of the research lab, a handsome man wearing a white coat and glasses walked along without changing his expression.

He turned left and stopped in the research room with the number 35 on the door.

Without changing his expression, he reached into his pocket, slowly pushed open the door to the research room, and walked in with steady steps.

The first thing you see on the table are two electron microscopes and some biochemical bottles and jars, which contain biochemical liquids of various colors.

The shelves are stocked with structural materials, functional materials, metallic materials, organic materials, composite materials, biomaterials, titanium alloys, hydrogen storage alloys...

He walked through the experimental area and came to the research area.

The research area has two rows of computer desks, with five computers in each row.

He walked to the third computer desk on the right and heard the "tap tap tap" of keyboards being typed.

He looked up and saw a figure with long blue-gray hair silently typing on a keyboard by the left window, recording the research results of the past few days.

Although her face cannot be seen, her graceful back view alone suggests that she must be a beauty.

The bespectacled man glanced at it, then looked away, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.

After sitting down, he kindly reminded him, "Himuro-kun, it's break time now. Aren't you going to have dinner?"

But all he got in response was the relentless clicking of the keyboard.

It's clear how focused the woman behind him was on her work, or perhaps she didn't want to pay attention to the man with glasses.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Yukimura Shinya stopped asking questions.

After all, since the start of the semester, Himuro Ayame had treated him like a stranger, her eyes filled with disgust, and he didn't understand what he had done to offend her.

And so, the two of them stopped interfering with each other and each started typing on their keyboards, doing the work assigned by the school.

Half an hour later, Himuro Ayame took off the glasses she wore while working, revealing a face as beautiful as an ice queen, and lazily stretched her graceful figure.

Then, he reached into the pocket of his white coat, took out a black iPhone, and prepared to check a few points.

When you turn on the screen, a wallpaper featuring a little boy with white hair appears. The boy is standing at the entrance of an orphanage, making a "V" sign at the camera.

Looking at the little boy smiling and making a "V" sign on the screen, Himuro Ayame's lips also curled up slightly.

She got this photo last year when she returned to Kanagawa to ask the old director of the orphanage after graduating from high school, and also to inquire about the bully from her childhood.

However, the old dean responded that he didn't know. Although the old dean had his phone number, he hadn't contacted him much.

According to the former dean, due to the financial crisis in Japan, the authorities had no choice but to issue new policies.

If a child is not adopted by someone by the age of fourteen or fifteen while in the orphanage, they will face the choice of leaving.

The previous policies were not reinstated until the crisis was resolved two years ago.

Himuro Ayame sighed, swiped to lock the screen, and found her contacts.

It contains the phone numbers of countless classmates, but only three are marked as "special callers".

One is the father, one is the mother, and the other is a bully.

Upon seeing the words "bully," Himuro Ayame considered whether or not to call for help.

What should I ask after the treatment?

Should I greet you first, or say "Hello, bully," or "I'm the ugly duckling"?

Or perhaps the number is disconnected, or maybe it's a stranger's voice?

That's right, this is her daily routine: studying and daydreaming.

I had this random thought: should I call the bully and ask him which city he's in, whether it's Kanagawa Prefecture or Tokyo?

Just as she was lost in thought, Yukimura Shinya, sitting in the third seat behind her, slowly spoke up.

"Himuro-kun, the students who went to watch the game at Kanagawa Tateharamine High School the day before yesterday have returned."

Upon hearing this, Himuro Ayame frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, and her emerald eyes revealed disgust.