I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Chapter 02 Yukino Yukinoshita is indeed a well-known high-class beauty.

Qinglai had never felt that the road to school was so difficult.

Before coming here, she usually rode her bike to school with her childhood friend. Because of their club activities, they usually had to arrive at school very early. The journey to school was very quiet and deserted. Apart from their occasional conversations, almost all that could be heard was the sound of the wind. But such tranquility was a rare treat each day. At school, Qinglai was either busy studying or practicing. Even after school, she mostly spent her time in her family's practice room. Therefore, all she could hear were voices and pipes. Listening to music every morning was naturally her most relaxing time.

However, Yukino's appearance successfully deprived Kiyori of his daily enjoyment.

She didn't often ask about things related to life or studies; she simply enjoyed teasing her younger sister, for example:

"Hey, how about I move in with you?"

That was of course impossible. As the eldest daughter of the Yukinoshita family, she naturally had to stay where she could be summoned at any time.

At this moment, Kiyoyori could only keep a straight face:

"I refuse."

Whether it's Yukino Yukinoshita or Kiyori Tachibana, every extra day spent with this woman increases the risk of developing mental illness.

"Eh~? But I really want to live with Yukino~." Haruno crossed her legs, leaned forward slightly, propped her chin on one hand, and rested the other hand on Kiyora's leg.

This is an extended private car, but the still cramped space will become increasingly narrow as Yang Nai moves, causing the two of them to get closer and closer.

“Mother is so unfair. Yukino can move out, but I can’t,” Haruno leaned closer and closer, forcing Kiyoyori to shrink back in his chair. “It’s so liberating, Yukino.”

The tone of the voice close to his ear only made Qinglai feel the howling of a cold wind.

Yukino never does anything meaningless. Kiyori could only hear sarcasm and disdain in her words, as if she were mocking her sister as a caged bird confined in a cage called "freedom".

How could there be freedom?

Kiyoyori thought to himself that if Yukino Yukinoshita had enough freedom, she wouldn't have been subjected to this surprise inspection by her sister. Although Haruno didn't say it explicitly, Kiyoyori could sense it from her every move.

This realization made Kiyoshi frown. Her family was not as complicated as the Yukinoshita family. Even though she came from a noble family, her family was laissez-faire. Her mother was busy with daily training and occasional performances or world tours. Her mother's work was not easy either. She never disciplined her too much. From a young age, Kiyoshi was taught to do what she liked, but once she made a decision, she could not easily give up.

So even when Kiyori was interacting with Yukino Yukinoshita as Yukino Yukinoshita, he felt as if something was pressing down on his chest and he couldn't catch his breath.

Such conversations were not uncommon; almost every word Yang Nai uttered was aimed at her, making Qing Lai want to jump off the ride.

But she couldn't; she could only deflect Yang Nai's hidden arrows one by one with the coldest tone and expression.

Kiyoyori escaped Haruno's control only after the driver stopped the car under a cherry blossom tree not far from the school. Before the day had even started, she felt like a large number of her brain cells had already died.

She watched the car drive away before finally letting out a long sigh of relief. The sticky feeling on her back made her very uncomfortable, but she didn't have time to relax any longer; the next problem was looming:

Kiyoshiro didn't know the classroom, its location, or the seat under the snow.

Just then, a deep female voice called out to Kiyoyori from behind:

"Under the Snow!"

Kiyoshi turned around and saw a long-haired woman in a white coat striding toward him. She was carrying a briefcase in one hand and pulling a piece of paper out of the bag with the other, which seemed to have a red stamp on it.

"This is the club application form. I've already stamped it. Go to the student council today to apply for its establishment. I've already spoken to the president. Once the formalities are completed, you can start club activities immediately."

Without a word, the visitor shoved the paper into Qinglai's hand and, without waiting for Qinglai's reply, hurriedly walked towards the teaching building, leaving behind only a dashing figure with his clothes fluttering in the wind.

At the top of the paper were the words "Sobu High School Club Application Form" in bold. Below was a form. Kiyoshi could clearly see the applicant, class, club name, advisor, and other information. The girl's handwriting was delicate yet strong, with each stroke carrying her own unique characteristics. Kiyoshi could almost guess from her signature that Yukino Yukinoshita was a confident to the point of being arrogant.

Class J, Year 1.

This application came at just the right time, relieving Qinglai's urgent crisis.

It took Kiyoshiro quite a while to find Yukinoshita's shoe cabinet at the entrance of the teaching building. But the moment he opened the cabinet, Kiyoshiro understood why Yukinoshita always carried indoor shoes with her: a rotten egg had been placed in the spot where indoor shoes should have been, with the egg white flowing freely in the cabinet and the disgusting stench making one frown.

I never expected that such childish behavior would still occur in high school.

Helpless, Kiyoshi had no choice but to change into his own indoor shoes. Thanks to the rotten egg, Kiyoshi gained a better understanding of the girl named Yukino: she must be an outstanding girl in every way, so outstanding that she would be envied. At the same time, she might not be very good at getting along with people, otherwise, this situation would not have occurred.

Whenever Qinglai passed by, the students would automatically keep their distance from her, but their eyes were fixed on her, especially the boys, while the girls' gazes were mostly unfriendly.

She is popular with boys, but is seen as a thorn in the side by girls.

It's not hard to understand; it's just the longing that boys and girls have for youthful romance.

Kiyoshiro smirked. It seemed that Yukinoshita's mental fortitude was exceptionally strong. The incident of putting rotten eggs in the shoe cabinet had already crossed the line of "prank" and was just one step away from becoming "school bullying."

How boring.

Kiyotomi found a student whose shoes were the same color as hers and followed her to the floor for first-year students. The signs by the stairs were clear. She walked toward Class 1J. The moment she entered, everyone’s eyes turned toward her, but no one dared to approach her. Kiyotomi had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

Fortunately, a tall, handsome guy with a cheerful smile came over and struck up a conversation:

"Yukinoshita, I've left the notebook for recording the class meeting on your desk. Could you please take notes after the meeting?"

Kiyoshiro glanced at the blackboard and saw "Yukino Yukinoshita" clearly written under the duty roster.

It seems she really was late.

"Thank you," Kiyotaka gave the boy a polite smile. "I'm sorry, my older sister had to visit this morning, so I was delayed. I apologize."

Kiyoshi quickly found the spot where the duty logbook was placed, and she squinted her eyes happily.

"No, you're welcome..." the boy stammered, an unnatural blush creeping onto his face. "I've taken care of everything else; you just need to do this part."

"Thank you for your help."

The boy's face turned even redder, and the blush spread all the way down to his neck.

Of course, Kiyoshi didn't care about that. She walked briskly to her seat and was pleased to find the classroom atmosphere a little stiff after she sat down. It seemed that the boy was talking to Yukinoshita for the first time and it went surprisingly smoothly. He couldn't help but look at Kiyoshi. The boy next to him had a mocking smile on his face, which attracted some girls' hostile gazes towards Kiyoshi.

Kiyoshiro also took the opportunity to observe the students in the class who definitely had a poor relationship with Yukinoshita. He categorized all the boys into the "no interaction" column, followed by the "disliked" column for the girls. Looking at it this way, there were hardly any Yukinoshita left to interact with in the entire class.

So Kiyoshi took out a paperback from his bag and pretended to read quietly, but in reality he was observing the other students.

"Tch, who does he think he is? He always puts on such a high and mighty face, but who knows how he fawns over others behind their backs."

"He's just relying on his good looks and slightly better grades!"

Ha, it's not just a little better.

"It's still just an airport!"

Kiyoshi selectively ignored the last sentence, which was already a personal attack, but since it wasn't an attack on her body, she didn't mind too much, after all, it was the truth.

But she remembered that girl.

Tachibana Kiyori has always been a vengeful person.

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High school courses are much more difficult than junior high school courses. Although Kiyoyori's grades are good, she still finds the material confusing without a foundation. She starts to worry about today's homework, wondering if there will be any exams soon. If there are, then Yukino Yukinoshita's first place title is probably in jeopardy.

Kiyoshi looked at the nearly perfect test papers she found in the drawer with a wry smile.

After finally getting through get out of class, Kiyoyori found the student council office and, after completing the task assigned to him by Hiratsuka Shizuka, leisurely headed to the faculty office.

"Hiratsuka-sensei."

Kiyoyori went to Ms. Hiratsuka's desk.

The table was covered with all sorts of documents, neither categorized nor organized, just scattered haphazardly. The most conspicuous item was the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Qinglai frowned and took a small step back.

"Oh! You've worked hard, Yukinoshita," Hiratsuka Shizuka stubbed out the cigarette between her lips, "We'll have our first request soon. Please wait in the activity room for a moment, and I'll bring someone over."

After finishing her speech, Hiratsuka Shizuka went back to her own business, and Kiyori could only bow slightly and turn to leave.

Entrustment?

The application form mentioning "Service Department" always makes Kiyoyori think in an unhealthy direction, and the activity description section even lists the activity principles:

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

Based solely on these two points, Kiyotaka could only guess that this was probably a club that helped students solve their troubles, that is, troublesome things. Suddenly, she missed her oboe. Since she started learning, she hadn't slacked off for a single day. As Kiyotaka drifted off into thought, her fingers began to move involuntarily.

"Yo! Yukinoshita, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka flung open the club's sliding door and strode in with a nonchalant air.

"Please remember to knock before entering next time."

Kiyoshi is a person who values ​​etiquette. At home, she always knocks on any closed door before opening it to avoid being caught off guard by her mothers' affectionate behavior.

"understood."

The female teacher waved her hand dismissively.

It doesn't seem like they know at all.

Kiyotomi rubbed her forehead; her headache hadn't stopped all day. "So, may I ask what the request you made, teacher...?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka waved to the door, and two older girls walked in. One had two braids, and the other had two pigtails.

"These are senior students from the brass band. They have something they want to discuss with you."

"Hello, I'm Saito Aoi, a second-year student." The upperclassman with braided pigtails stepped forward first.

“Ogasawara Haruka, who is also a second-year student.”

"Hello, seniors, I'm Li, a first-year student. Ahem," Kiyora realized he almost let something slip and quickly cleared his throat to cover it up. "Yukino Yukinoshita, do you have any problems?"

I always feel like a confidante in some kind of program.

"Please go ahead."

Qinglai pointed to the stacked chairs behind the table. Just as the two senior students went to get the chairs, she inadvertently saw another figure leaning against the wall by the door of the activity room.

The other person had beautiful long black hair, which was tinged with orange-red in the afterglow of the setting sun. She looked down at her feet, seemingly indifferent to the requests made by the other two senior students, as if it were none of her business. Kiyoshi didn't think much of it at first, but he was stunned the moment she looked up in their direction.

That familiar face, and those lake-blue eyes hidden behind red-framed glasses, were filled with a coldness that Kiyotaka had never seen before.

Why is she here?!

Chapter 03 Yukino Yukinoshita, blinded by beauty

Yukino Yukinoshita was awakened by something damp and prickly. A tingling sensation came from her earlobe, accompanied by the warm, soft fur brushing against her neck. As a seasoned cat lover, even in her groggy state after just waking up, she could quickly tell that this sensation could only come from a cat's tongue.

It's still a very clingy cat.

Is she still dreaming? It turns out dreaming about cats can feel so real...

For the first time, Yukinoshita had the urge to stay in bed.

Since time flows differently in dreams than in reality, it's not so bad to enjoy being close to the cutest creature in the world for a little while longer, right?