I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

A large group of people in sweatshirts walked towards the resort. Along the way, they encountered many children who looked to be in elementary school. The little boys ran ahead playing and laughing, while the little girls huddled together, chatting and laughing in groups. This made the little girl with a camera hanging around her neck at the back stand out.

Kiyoshi glanced at it briefly, then turned away, feeling bored.

"Little Qinglai! Let's go eat together!"

An arm came up from behind and pulled the unsuspecting Kiyoyori into its embrace.

"Asuka..." Kiyoyori helplessly pried the other's arm away, "It's so hot... move away a little..."

"What!" Asuka dramatically released her grip, her face contorted with excessive grief. "I haven't spoken for just one day, does that mean I'm already a woman of the past?!"

"This kind of role is enough, isn't it..."

"What a joker." Asuka shrugged, her exaggerated expression disappearing.

I suddenly have a craving for fried noodles.

"This is really sudden," Kiyora couldn't help but mutter. "Isn't tonight supposed to be a set meal?"

"Hey~ Xiao Qinglai made this for me~."

"Yes Yes……"

Kiyoshi reluctantly agreed, then gave a knowing smile that said, "I really can't do anything with you."

"Kiyoshi is so good~".

"What a perfunctory compliment..."

As the two walked forward chatting and laughing, a group of boys, not paying attention to what was in front of them, rushed towards them. Amidst shouts of surprise, they brushed past Asuka's leg and bumped into a little girl.

"Wow! Someone got hit!"

"It's okay! It's that 'easy-going Tsurumi,' she won't tell the teacher!"

The boys only glanced back at the girl who was getting up from the ground in pain.

"Hey! You bunch of rude brats!"

Yoshikawa, who was walking with Kaori, quickly stepped forward. She tied her long-sleeved sweatshirt around her waist, put her hands on her hips, and scolded the boys who had caused trouble with a fierce expression.

"Apologize to this child right now!"

"Wow! It's an older woman! She's angry!"

This statement clearly hit Yoshikawa's sore spot.

"Who are you calling an auntie?!"

"Run away!"

The boys scattered like birds and beasts, running away without a care for the girl they had bumped into.

Kaori hurriedly took a handkerchief from her pocket and helped Asuka lift the fallen child up.

"Are you alright? Your name is Tsurumi-chan, right?" Kaori gently knelt down and lightly wiped the girl's dirt-stained face with a handkerchief. "Does anything hurt?"

Perhaps it was Kaori's gentleness that touched Tsurumi, who had been silent all along, and she lowered her head and whispered, "It's okay..."

"How could it be nothing?" Kiyoshi squatted down and gently pulled open the black stocking that had a hole in it, and blood beads were slowly oozing out.

“I brought a medical kit,” Kiyotaka said, ignoring the little girl’s struggles and her wide-eyed expression of resistance, and ate her up. “You seniors, go eat first.”

"Put me down!"

Contrary to her previous composure, Tsurumi began to struggle violently in Kiyori's arms.

"You're usually so good at talking, why didn't you say anything just now?"

Upon hearing this, Tsurumi immediately calmed down.

Kiyoyori gestured to the band members who had stopped around him, then carried the girl steadily toward the resort.

"Kiyoshi." Asuka called out to her, but just stared at her intently.

Kiyoshi was only taken aback.

"It's okay, I won't forget the fried noodles we agreed on."

The silent standoff vanished with Asuka's sudden, bright smile.

"That's good."

Nodding, Qinglai hurriedly walked towards his room.

The room assignments for this training camp were based on grade level, and Kiyoyori happened to be assigned to a room with Reina, Oumae, and others.

The wooden corridor echoed with rhythmic, short footsteps. Tsurumi covered Kiyori's collar with his hands, hunched over, and hid his face.

"You guys weren't talking about fried noodles just now, were you?"

Qinglai paused in his steps.

"You don't seem like someone without a temper either."

P.S.: I finally got my driver's license! Congratulations!

Chapter 19, Part 180: Become Stronger, Girl!

There was no further conversation between the two until they returned to Kiyoyori's room.

Tsurumi Rumi was quietly held in Kiyori's arms until she was placed on the tatami mat in the empty room. She leaned against the wall and watched Kiyori get up to rummage through her medical kit. She had been waiting for Kiyori to ask her questions, but he didn't mention it at all.

"You," the impatient child spoke first, "aren't you going to ask anything?"

Kiyoshi did not turn around, nor did he stop what he was doing.

What's your name?

"Huh?"

This is not the issue that Tsurumi is waiting for.

What's your name?

He walked up to Tsurumi with the medical kit in his hand.

"Tsurumi... Rumi..."

"Hmm, Tsurumi-kun." In fact, Kiyoyori already knew how to address him; asking his name was just a formality, or rather, a small test.

It seems that this little Tsurumi is neither without temper nor a coward.

The elementary school students who appear in groups here at this time are undoubtedly participating in some school group activity. There must be a responsible teacher who encounters this situation, and the children are picked up by kind people to treat their wounds. When they are finally sent back, they will inevitably report the problems between these children to the person in charge.

For example, Yoshikawa, who was bursting with a sense of justice just now, or Kaori, whose gentle care is etched into her very bones.

However, Qinglai was not that kind-hearted.

Rumi Tsurumi was able to give her own name, which clearly showed that she was not afraid that the teacher might find out about this.

"These stockings are torn, and there's blood and grit stuck to them. May I take them off?"

No matter how young a lady is, Qinglai treats her with equal respect.

"Um……"

Tsurumi nodded, pressing down the hem of her skirt with her hand.

Take out a small pair of scissors and neatly cut open the relatively clean area and the area with a hole. Then, gently wet the stocking with a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant and gently wipe it, separating the glued parts little by little.

He must have hit a sharp stone when he fell. There was a noticeable small dent on the wound, and bright red blood was oozing out. Tsurumi turned his head away, bit his lip tightly, and clenched his fist, but he didn't make a sound.

The blood slowly stopped flowing, staining the entire cotton ball red. Kiyoyori opened a packet of hemostatic powder. "Has Tsurumi-kun had dinner yet?"

When Tsurumi noticed that the other person had stopped moving, he assumed the wound cleaning was finished. "Not yet—!"

She still couldn't suppress the groan in her throat.

"It will hurt a little."

"Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Tsurumi glared at Kiyoyori, who was slowly beginning to wrap the bandages, and suddenly found the person in front of her displeasing.

"Why didn't you say so earlier if you were afraid of pain?" Qinglai began to lie through his teeth. "You didn't cry out in pain just now, so I thought you could endure it."

Speechless after being rebuked by those words, Tsurumi turned his head away sullenly.

"There's a limit to showing off, kid."

Kiyoshi tied a pretty bow on the outer edge and deliberately tapped Tsurumi's injured knee lightly with his knuckles.

She stood up and put the medical kit back in its place.

"Go back quickly, I still need to eat."

"What do you mean?"

Tsurumi stood up, her head bowed so that Kiyori, who was much taller than her, couldn't see her expression. However, her legs, one bare of stockings and the other clad in long stockings, looked rather odd.

"what do you mean?"

"Isn't it okay to 'show off'?"

“Rather than saying ‘you can’t, it’s better to say you haven’t reached that level yet,” Kiyotaka said, pulling the paper door shut and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “You’re not strong enough yet, are you? Whether it’s enduring pain or being bullied by others.”

When Qinglai inadvertently met the stubborn eyes of the child, he paused for a moment.

"Going beyond the limit will cause it to collapse."

"These are all me—"

“I’m not interested in your affairs,” Kiyotaka interrupted indifferently. She wouldn’t show any more concern for a child she had just met. “Tsurumi-kun, I’m just a passerby who helped you when you fell. What you do after you leave this room, what you become, is none of my business.”

Tsurumi blinked blankly, seemingly taken aback by Kiyori's undisguised words, but she quickly came to her senses.

“I’m just saying something here,” Kiyoshi said, opening his arms and putting his hands in his pockets. “If you want to change your current situation, you’d better change yourself.”

"Are you saying that bringing all this upon myself is my own fault?"

Although he did not deny that he had done something wrong, Tsurumi still felt a sense of resentment when he heard others say that.