Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"Well—the incident has concluded successfully. Congratulations, congratulations."

The gray-haired girl pushed her glasses nonchalantly, glanced at Xingjian, and turned around to leave.

"If you want to celebrate with them, go ahead. I can just go back like this—hmm."

However, before she took a few steps to leave, she felt a slight resistance coming from the hem of her loose white coat.

Futaba Rio turned around and saw the boy who was holding the phone stretched out his left hand and grabbed the hem of her clothes, his expression looking calm and natural.

"...Xingjian, what do you want to do?"

Futaba raised her eyebrows and asked in a calm tone that didn't cause any waves.

"Is that even a question? Of course I'm going to drag you, Futaba, along with me."

The black-haired boy blinked innocently, his childish face full of self-righteousness.

"...I don't like being with people I don't know. Xingjian, you're no stranger to this. And..."

The gray-haired girl, whose head had been held high with pride, lowered slightly. She tilted her head away, and her tone was somewhat unreadable.

"...After all, those people are your friends, Xingjian, not mine. Just go and have fun with them."

Futaba Rio tried her best to suppress the loneliness that she accidentally revealed - if possible, she still hoped that Hoshimi could spend the day relaxing and turn the page on the past.

"…But I can't be happy without Futaba here."

Hoshimi, who gently pulled the hem of the gray-haired girl's clothes, curled her lips and expressed her true thoughts with a very serious expression.

"Also, I want to introduce the new friends I've made to my old friends. That way, no one will be left behind."

"Well--"

Miss Futaba received a critical hit - and the effect was extraordinary.

But the next moment, the boy Hoshimi said something straight with a smile that made Futaba's expression instantly turn cold.

"It doesn't matter, even if you take a step back. They're all great people, and they won't mind your sour face, Futaba."

"…Give me back my fleeting feeling of gratitude, Xingjian."

"Eh? I was telling the truth..."

"Okay, stop talking. You're a good person in every way, but it's a pity that one of your brain or your mouth always fails from time to time."

"Well...then let Dr. Futaba heal my crotch, okay?"

"........."

Speaking of which, the young man's accidental success can also cause the offense and defense between the two to change instantly.

"Ah...really, this is so troublesome."

Finally, Ms. Futaba scratched the ends of her fluffy gray hair in annoyance—then she glanced briefly at Hoshimi behind her.

"...It doesn't matter where I have to go with you guys."

"Yeah—Futaba Amen is the best!"

"Honestly, change your nickname, Xingjian. Describing me as an omnipotent character is a bit exaggerated and a bit uncomfortable for me personally."

"So...Futaba Giang?"

“…………Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

——As the two of them chatted with each other, Hoshimi and Futaba walked one after the other along the stone path next to the auditorium towards the school gate.

After taking the first step, Miss Futaba pulled back the hem of her shirt indifferently. Xingjian did not hold any grudge against her cold appearance. She walked in front of her with a normal smile on her face and led the way.

It's a bit rare, but this is actually the first time that Hoshimi and Futaba have walked side by side in school.

Although the two could be considered friends before, that was basically "limited to the science lab" - whether after school or during holidays, the two would no longer have any intersection as long as they walked out of the science lab.

Their conversations and communications basically only take place in the laboratory, and after separation they will no longer contact each other like strangers.

Speaking of which, before the symptoms of puberty syndrome appeared one after another around him, Hoshimi always felt that Futaba was a person who was not easy to approach.

Although they can be considered good friends and can chat with each other occasionally, once the topic reaches the point where they can go further in depth, Futaba will suddenly become cold and indifferent.

Her hot and cold attitude has only changed recently.

Being able to walk side by side with Futaba like this, even if there are occasionally a few onlookers who don't know the truth looking at him - Xingjian feels that it is a very rare thing.

"...It seems someone's aura as a casual character has worn off."

Futaba, who had an unnatural expression at first, now seemed to have calmed down. She spoke in a slightly teasing voice.

"Ah, indeed."

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the people coming and going around him who occasionally secretly noticed him out of the corner of their eyes.

"After all, after something like this happened, I can't continue to be that insignificant background figure."

Speaking of which, this can be considered as the "aftereffect" of this incident.

"Ah, someone's long-standing sequelae have been eliminated just like that. I don't know if this is good or bad."

"There's no need to define it as good or bad. This change will definitely bring both good and bad things—but it's true that it will be troublesome."

When the young man said this, he looked up with some melancholy and sighed.

"Now that my presence has been re-emphasized, I won't be able to run away with my fried noodles or bread when the boss isn't paying attention anymore."

"...?"

"Just kidding."

"That would be the best. If Xingjian and you really did something like that, I would definitely report you to the store owner."

"Hey, hey, Futaba A-mon, don't sacrifice your own family for the sake of justice."

Xing Jianqing can't be alone again: In the end, he is no longer a bystander character and his destiny (Part 2)

At around four or five in the afternoon, Shirogane Miyuki, sitting on an electric car, looked a little flustered and nervous as he watched the students walking out of Toyosaki Academy one after another.

From time to time, he would look at his cheap watch and mutter, "Why hasn't he come out yet?", appearing a little nervous and at a loss.

He came today to pick up Xingjian to meet up with everyone from the Shuchiin Student Union.

Originally, Shirogane wanted to participate in the front-line mission of the "Operation to Save Xiaoqing" planned by Xingjian's sister, but due to the constraints of his identity and ability, all he could do in the end was to show tenderness and comfort to his friend.

In that case, today when everything is over, let's take that guy out to play with everyone in Shuchiin and relax - that's what Shirogane thought.

He rode the electric scooter Xingjian had lent him earlier, looking anxiously at the students in black uniforms who emerged from the school gate one after another.

It wasn't until he saw the familiar black-haired boy that the uneasiness flickering in his silver-blue eyes was immediately replaced by joy.

"Hey! Hoshimi! Hey—eh?"

But before he could reach out his hand to attract the attention of Xingjian not far away, Baiyin's eyes suddenly froze when he noticed the gray-haired girl next to the boy.

"Why, why is there another person?"

The back seat of his electric scooter can only accommodate one person.

"Hey, Silver."

The boy Xingjian just smiled calmly and stretched out his hand in response to Shirogane's greeting. Futaba beside him nodded lazily and said "Good afternoon" casually, then turned her head and yawned gently and delicately.

"Oh, Baiyin, you drove my electric scooter over here."

“Ah, well, well…”

Baiyin scratched his cheek embarrassedly and lowered his head slightly to avoid Xingjian's gaze.

"Because I wanted to take you to Xingjian to meet up with everyone and have fun for the whole afternoon, but it looks like..."

He turned his somewhat embarrassed gaze to Futaba who was standing next to Hoshimi. The latter had just finished yawning at this moment and met his gaze with a sleepy expression.

"Oh, it seems I'm redundant."

"Ah no—that's not the case either, ahahaha."

Futaba's calm words made Baiyin quickly and awkwardly wave his hands to deny it. He has never been good at dealing with this kind of cold beauty who occasionally says something shocking.

"Hmm... So, Baiyin, are you worried that one electric scooter can't carry both of us?"

"Yeah, there definitely aren't enough seats."

"Then it's very easy to solve the problem."

Xingjian strode directly to the back seat of the electric scooter, and then made a "please go first" gesture to Futaba with a natural look on his face.

"? Xingjian, what do you want to do?"

Ms. Futaba Rio folded her arms in front of her, looking a little puzzled.

"Does this need to be said?"

In contrast, the Xingjian boy calmly explained his plan.

"Futaba, you sit on it first, and then I'll sit on your lap."

"Are you crazy?"

"Eh, but that would allow both of us—"

"Are you crazy?"

"Well... If you don't think I'll take advantage of you, Futaba, I don't mind you sitting on my lap."

"Go away, are you crazy?"

"That won't work..."

The black-haired boy glanced at Baiyin who was standing beside him with a confused look on his face, then took a deep breath with a subtle expression, and proposed a third plan as if he had made a great decision.

"Well...how about Futaba, you drive and I let Shirogane sit on my lap?"

"what?!"

Baiyin, who was dragged into this for no reason, curled his lips, feeling deeply offended.

Futaba-san simply raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, as if she was already accustomed to this kind of situation.

"I really don't understand why you, Xingjian, have to think of the solution to this problem based on the premise that we must sit on each other's laps. I also don't understand why you want another man to sit on your lap - so you really have a brain bubble."

"Eh... then can it be a female?"

"That's not the point, asshole."

When the three of them were distracted by this issue and fell into a strange argument (mainly Hoshimi and Futaba)——

A black car suddenly stopped on the side of the road, also in front of the three people.

A black-haired boy stuck his head out of the front window and spoke to the three of them in confusion.

"Hey - President, Qing-senpai. Why are you guys standing here like idiots?"

Ishigami Yu pointed to his own car with a natural look on his face.

"Let's go? Shinomiya-senpai and Fujiwara-san have been waiting for us for a long time."

"Woo——"

Baiyin suddenly felt that the electric scooter he was riding was not very impressive and stumbled.

"Ishigami, if you want to use the family car to pick up Hoshimi, you should have told me in advance."

"I can't help it. I just wanted to give Qing-senpai a surprise, so I kept it a secret... Isn't it the same for you, President?"

"Tsk, but I don't know where to park my electric scooter..."

"It's okay. I'll just call the servants and ask them to ride to the garage later."

Ishigami Yu paused for a moment, then gave a gentle smile to Hoshimi and Futaba, who had a subtle expression beside him.

"Okay, now that you have nothing to worry about, just get in the car and follow us—Haru-senpai and his friends and classmates."

----

At the same time, the auditorium entrance seemed particularly deserted as the crowd of onlookers had already dispersed.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who came here directly after leaving the lecture hall, watched the black car at the school gate gradually driving away, and a sense of relief welled up in her wine-red eyes.

"How should I put it, Kasumigaoka Utaha—I can see clearly now. You two really did team up to put on a good show."

And Sawamura Eriri, who had been called by her to stay here, was sitting in the first row under the podium. With a somewhat unhappy look on her face, she sorted out the whole story.