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

"Uh, no...it's just that Futaba, I'm also curious about what's going on here..."

"Well?"

Isshiki, who had no idea why the two people looked so serious, blinked, then seemed to understand something and smirked slightly with his eyes narrowed.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so shy when it comes to the word boyfriend or girlfriend. If you don't dare to openly admit your intimacy, you won't be able to give your partner the sense of security they deserve."

"So you're not my significant other at all, junior high school girl."

Hoshimi, who tried hard to suppress the urge to complain, held his forehead, first glanced cautiously at Miss Futaba who had a face full of resentment, then turned his head stiffly to look at Isshiki who was pouting to express his displeasure.

"Wait a moment... Isshiki-sensei."

"Hey~ Why are you suddenly calling me junior so strangely? You were calling me Caiyu-chan yesterday."

click -

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I vaguely heard the sound of a teacup being crushed behind me.

It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion.

Xingjian, with alarm bells ringing in his heart, swallowed his saliva, then bent down slightly seriously and looked directly into Isshiki Iroha's eyes.

"I never called him that—you must have remembered it wrongly."

He swore on ten years of his life that he had never called Isshiki by such a sweet and intimate nickname. Well, at least not in his memory.

"And I think you must have made a mistake. Calling him boyfriend is a bit too easy to cause misunderstandings. I hope you won't do that in the future."

Xingjian originally thought this was just another clumsy prank, so he just wanted to explain it briefly and let it go.

"Well………"

But it was obvious that Isshiki Iroha, with her lips pouted and her eyes red, didn't think so.

"Senpai, are you saying this... Are you trying to break up with me? That's too much..."

It didn't seem like a prank this time—Isshiki wiped his eyes with his palms with genuine emotion, his voice becoming choked.

"That's too much... It was my senior who pursued me first, it was my senior who said he loved me wholeheartedly, and it was my senior who said he would never break up with me again—are you tired of me so quickly? That's too much...!"

"Wait, wait, wait—what does this even mean?"

"What the hell, when did I ever say anything so corny that you can't even tell I said that?"

Feeling that she had no way to defend herself, Xingjian didn't know what to do to prove her innocence. She could only turn her head to look at Futaba helplessly, hoping that she would not misunderstand her relationship with Isshiki.

In the end, Futaba just raised her index finger and calmly gestured to him to be silent, appearing even calmer and composed than he was.

"Isshiki-sensei...right?"

In the end, it was the reliable and calm Futaba who spoke on behalf of the confused Hoshimi and asked a question to Isshiki who was almost in tears.

"I'm sorry, I haven't met you much before, but Xingjian and I have been friends for a long time...Excuse me, but did you mean that you two are dating now?"

Isshiki, feeling strangely comforted by Futaba's calmness, quickly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes - perhaps it was just because she was very good at controlling her expressions.

"Eh? Oh right, didn't Senior tell you about it?"

She symbolically wiped her eyes with her hands, trying to wipe away the tears that didn't even come out of her eyes.

"We've only been dating for a short time. We're still a high school couple madly in love, the envy of everyone else."

"...What are the specific details? Like when did you get together, and who confessed first?"

"Hey, even Futaba-senpai has to share this kind of detail... Although I don't mind revealing the details of our relationship to others (commonly known as showing off our love)... but..."

The girl blinked once, then turned her gaze to the black-haired boy standing beside her with a complicated expression.

"Okay, just tell her... I also want to hear what happened."

The boy who saw the star curled his lips with a look of despair, intending to listen attentively to the details of the love affair that he knew nothing about.

"Since you've said so, Senior... ahem. Then I'll explain briefly."

The flaxen-haired girl, who was a little embarrassed at first, cleared her throat, then straightened her body. As she recalled the past, her expression gradually became a little proud.

"Senpai confessed his love to me in the school courtyard before the autumn trip. There were many people watching, and they all witnessed the romantic beginning of our relationship."

"........."

After hearing Isshiki's description, Hoshimi and Futaba looked at each other with gloomy faces.

Then they nodded at the same time.

Well, that's confirmed. This is bullshit.

"What? Why are you guys looking like that? I can understand Futaba-senpai, but what's wrong with you, senpai? It's like you've lost your memory."

A woman came closer with some dissatisfaction and tugged at the sleeve of Xingjian Boy, while the latter took a step back subconsciously with a confused look on his face.

"What's going on... I don't have any memory of ever dating Isshiki."

Besides, Futaba is watching right next to her, so she has to show a stronger desire to survive... or wait to be torn apart by her hands.

“…I see. I understand.”

Looking at Isshiki who continued to attack Shinie and Hoshimi who retreated and tried to create distance, Futaba was silent for a long time before she smiled and made a request to them.

"How about this, Xingjian, you comfort your 'little girlfriend' first - then we have a little matter to discuss, which might require us to take up some of your couple's private time. Is that okay?"

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Why are "色/小姐" sensitive words? I am not Li Jie

[Futaba Line] Different Paths to the Same Destination: Chapter 1, Day 3, Change of Mind (Part 2)

"........."

After Xingjian found a random excuse to send Isshiki away temporarily, the atmosphere in the science laboratory fell into a deathly silence.

Although he hadn't done anything bad, the boy, Hoshimi, whose hair stood on end, straightened his back and kept an eye on Futaba's every move as she sat on the edge of the windowsill and drank tea.

"Um, um, Futaba... I think this should be something that can be explained..."

"Oh? I'm all ears."

"Uh... you know my social circle, so it's impossible for me to be two-timing without telling you. There must be something fishy going on here—"

"what are you talking about."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Miss Futaba, who logically might have been furious, simply raised her eyebrows in confusion, her expression looking even calmer and more composed than Hoshimi himself.

"That situation is definitely the effect of puberty syndrome, isn't it?"

“Ah…ah?”

Now it was Xingjian's turn to be stunned.

"After all, how could a guy like you, Xingjian, have a cute and lovely schoolgirl girlfriend? And publicly confessing your love in public is even more a fantasy."

"Well... that's the logic..."

"And I can't imagine how it's possible for Isshiki-kun to be interested in you. She's probably the type to be attracted to someone more handsome and dazzling."

"While that's true, it seems more and more awkward the more I hear it."

"Besides, weren't we constantly experimenting with time travel the week before our fall trip? We were together almost every day. Of course I'd be able to tell if you were suddenly getting intimate with another girl—unless you're some kind of time management guru, Xingjian."

Futaba shook her head unhappily, and finally conveyed her speculation with her sharp eyes.

"If that's the case, then there's only one possibility. If she's not lying, then she's convinced that all this is 'real.'"

"……I see."

Hoshimi quickly caught up with Futaba's thoughts and nodded thoughtfully.

"Futaba, you think this is also a manifestation of puberty syndrome, right?"

"Ah."

"Come to think of it... I've been feeling a little weird these past few days. I can't remember what happened since I came back from my trip, I only have a few brief memories. And when I came to school today, almost everyone thought I was dating Isshiki... Futaba, have you been feeling similarly lately?"

"If you mean the impression that 'I did spend that day, but I can't remember the details of what happened', then that's true."

Futaba's tone was calm and intellectual, as if she had regained the composure and rationality she had when she analyzed the syndrome that Hoshimi had encountered.

"But as far as I know, you and I just made a promise a few days ago about dating during the internship, and you and your junior girl haven't finally gotten married. It seems like I'm not being swayed by this forced understanding. Maybe this is the special treatment that comes with being a true girlfriend."

Hmm, is this an illusion? I feel like there's a hint of murderous intent mingling with jealousy in Ms. Futaba's words.

"Well, well... So far, the only manifestation of this syndrome is the "Isshiki and I are dating" thing... But why did it become like this?"

"Sigh, this isn't something I can understand just by sitting here."

Futaba shrugged disapprovingly, then looked at Hoshimi with a rather amused look.

"So I'll have to ask you to find out, my future boyfriend."

"……what?"

"I'll temporarily play the role of Isshiki's schoolgirl boyfriend, find out the cause, and then solve this anomaly. Isn't this what we've always done?"

Futaba smiled, then raised her teacup and took a sip, then tilted her head towards the Hoshimi boy with kindness.

"Of course, if your fake relationship turns into cheating, I will definitely not let you go."

Seriously—I definitely mean it! I can already hear the murderous intent rising from the friendly tone!

"Absolutely impossible. Absolutely impossible. I'm not interested in girls younger than me." (Serious)

"…………Why."

Looking at Hoshimi's strong desire to survive, Futaba changed her threatening and dangerous expression, and a hint of fatigue appeared on her face.

"........."

Xingjian also vaguely understood something from her expression and gradually restrained his outward emotions.

That's right, whenever Futaba encounters something truly unpleasant, she will shut up and remain silent - even though she just gave very professional and useful advice.

Rather, the real her is the one who is now rubbing her forehead with a tired look on her face and having trouble keeping a smile.

And Xingjian could also guess the reason why she was depressed.

Therefore, the boy just took a step or two closer in silence, bent down and gently placed his hand on Futaba's palm.

Then, he smiled at her when she looked up.

"Don't worry, I can handle this matter quickly and get everything back on track."

Perhaps Xingjian himself didn't even know how gentle his voice sounded right now.

"After all, the relationship between us cannot be a false one."

"...Why do you know what I'm thinking?"

Futaba was still stubborn and unwilling to show weakness in front of Xingjian, but the feeling of loss she had just felt had subsided a lot because of his comfort.

Regarding this question, Mr. Xingjian just smiled without comment.

"Because just like Futaba knows me very well, I also know Futaba very well."

"What? Such an infuriating statement."

Although she said this, she still moved her fingers while hiding her rosy cheeks with the teacup.

Then he gently hooked the boy's fingertips.

"...To be honest, I'm a little reluctant. But I don't want to get emotional about something like this, so you have to hurry up."

Although she never wants to show her vulnerable side, she does have times when she quietly confides and acts coquettishly.

The strange feeling from the fingertips spread all the way to the heart, and I vaguely felt that something was touched by this insignificant little action.

"Uh-huh."

When the rare feeling of vulnerability was truly revealed, I was worried that the slightest movement would shatter it.

"I will handle this properly and be careful about the situation, so..."

"So I'll trust you."

The tacit understanding that can be conveyed between two people without words is mostly rooted in past friendships.

But now, it's more than that.

Even if the only touching part is the interlocking fingertips, they can still accurately convey their feelings to each other.