You say this is a love game?

My own failure is terrible,

But my friend’s success is even more heartbreaking!

Please, don't roll me up!

As long as you stop doing the questions, Vadasi can do anything...

Kubo Shinji leaned forward and said in a very oppressive tone:

"That private Hydrangea Girls' College. There was a female student named 'Fujii' who committed suicide by lying on the railway tracks a few days ago."

"Oh."

"Give me some reaction! You bastard!"

Chapter 037 Is she also a beautiful thing?

"Our world is actually the set of a horror movie, right?"

When the bell rang, Mizutani Makoto couldn't help but think about this question.

"What kind of idea is this?" Kubo Shinji glanced at him.

"Otherwise, why would there be so much trouble?"

"Hehe, it's just a student's mental breakdown, no big deal." Kubo Shinji waved his hand, looking perfectly clear-headed. "Besides, how can horror movies compare to real life? Do you think those kids jumping off buildings or lying on the railway tracks were driven to do so by ghosts? Isn't it more reasonable to say that suicides were driven to suicide by academic and family pressures, rather than inexplicable ghost killings?"

Mizutani Makoto thought about it for a moment.

"It really is!"

What are ghosts in movies?

There are a lot of real vampires and stress monsters in society. Even if there are really ghosts killing people, they will be drowned out by the common news.

"But shouldn't the scarier part be that in a society like this, there are still ghosts trying to kill you?"

It’s already difficult to survive, so why are there still demons and monsters trying to steal money and kill people?

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Mizutani Makoto went down the stairs with mixed feelings.

The weather at the end of May was as hot and humid as the rainy season, and a whole cumulonimbus cloud was stuck on the roof of the gymnasium.

Mizutani Makoto walked around the shoe cabinet with his schoolbag and saw Yajima Mai squatting in front of the cabinet tying her shoelaces. The curves of her legs under the taut uniform skirt were particularly beautiful, which caused great psychological pressure on an old and young Schrödinger cadre like him.

——Don’t look at anything inappropriate.

The girl tied her shoelaces and stood up, but instead of walking away immediately, she picked up her indoor shoes and stared at the shoe cabinet with a thoughtful expression.

What's the matter?

Mizutani Makoto came forward curiously.

"Eh? Makotan!"

Mai Yajima put her indoor shoes into the shoe cabinet and then closed it.

"Would you like to go together?" she invited.

"Yeah." Mizutani Makoto nodded.

The wind was strong, and the new green leaves of the cherry trees rustled as the two walked through the courtyard.

The moment she left the teaching building, Yajima Mai's bow tie was blown by the wind and hit her cheeks.

The track and field team was practicing on the playground. The athletes' running caused cheers and applause. The track and field team coach suddenly blew the whistle, catching Mai Yajima's gaze. The girl immediately showed an interested expression.

She took out her cell phone and pressed the shutter button continuously.

Japanese mobile phones cannot be muted when taking photos, and the clicking sounds scared the cat that was about to beg.

"Are you interested in the track and field team?" asked Makoto Mizutani.

The sound of the track and field team shouting slogans exploded from the playground. Mizutani Makoto stopped for a moment and stayed here with Yajima Mai to look at the school playground.

"Yeah, don't look at me like this, but when I was in junior high school, I was actually a member of the school track and field team!" Mai Yajima tied up her loose hair.

Mizutani Makoto found that he quite enjoyed this kind of scene.

Sometimes actions that have nothing to do with sex can make a girl feel full of some kind of fascinating beauty.

For example, the girl in his eyes, the sunlight shining on her hair, made the outer layer of hair become fluffy.

I don’t know why, but once people become adults, they no longer have this feeling. Maybe it’s because they dye their hair, or maybe there are fewer people with such simple long hair, or maybe it’s because office workers don’t deserve to have so much hair, but this fluffy and frizzy feeling does disappear in an instant.

Bridge bean sack.

It's a bit like Bro seeing something beautiful and struggling to climb out of the coffin.

Coquettishness and allure can arouse a man's little head, but sometimes some literature similar to white moonlight can make his big head cry.

"Something happened later, and I left the track and field team. But my physical strength is still good, it hasn't dropped much... huh?"

As Yajima Mai was speaking, she suddenly smiled mischievously.

"Are you looking at me?"

"Finally I caught you! What are you looking at? My face? Is it pretty?"

Mizutani Makoto rolled his eyes. "Humans have a universal appreciation for beautiful things."

"So I'm some kind of beautiful thing?"

Mai Yajima clasped her hands together and sighed with contentment.

"I'm very grateful for Makotan's kindness. I will try my best to show my better side!"

Mizutani Makoto was speechless: "Has no one ever praised you for being beautiful?"

"Yes, I've even had people slip me love letters. But what does it have to do with me if other people think I'm pretty?"

No, not at all!

The girl gave the answer with a smug smile.

"Huh? Are you avoiding my sight?"

"You don't dare look at me?"

"No~"

Mai Yajima covered her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter.

No, I don't have that idea at all.

I just think the wind is a bit noisy today.

Mizutani Makoto rolled his eyes.

"Makotan~What are you thinking about now?" Yajima Mai looked expectant.

"How should we play tonight's game?" Mizutani Makoto said seriously.

"What game are you playing? Can I play with you?"

Someone sent me a duo invite.

Definitely not!

Do not ask,

The one he asked was the Uchiha orphan, who was naturally proud in the cold wind. Apart from the company of his summoned beast, he was destined to be a lone wolf all his life.

Mizutani Makoto has to deliver newspapers, and Yajima Mai has to work at a convenience store.

The two said goodbye at the crossroads. Yajima Mai waved her arms reluctantly. If you didn't know better, you would think they were experiencing a life-and-death separation.

Out of politeness, Mizutani Makoto waved to her, then turned around without hesitation and went straight to the newspaper office.

Pick up the newspaper bag and ride the newspaper delivery bicycle provided by the newspaper.

Sitting on the bicycle, Mizutani Makoto had a feeling - the blue-plate bicycle in his backpack, with the blessing of resentment, could compete with some competitive bicycles in speed.

Just as Mizutani Makoto was thinking, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and saw the person coming - Mai Yajima.

"Sutori: Hello, Makotan, I saw a great quote in a book today!"

"Sutori: Share with you, affection.JPG"

The next second, Mizutani Makoto received a photo.

This was obviously premeditated. The video was of a certain paragraph in the novel, and then there was a text message from the girl, who typed out the paragraph again.

"Sutori: Love is like this. From the moment it is ignited, it is destined to burn out. But since it has already been ignited, why not love boldly?"

"Sutori: I love you!"

Sutori: Cat Bouquet.JPG

In a convenience store,

Mai Yajima waited for a while before receiving a reply from Makoto Mizutani.

"Blue-haired water monster: Read less romance novels, especially those with a literary bent. Too much will make your brain dull."

Mai Yajima angrily slammed the cash register, scaring Miss Yamada.

"Sutori: I want to see it!"

After typing this, I immediately threw my phone aside and refused to read the reply.

What was that piece of wood thinking? How should I know?

Mai Yajima sat behind the cashier counter with a depressed look on her face.

But she quickly regained her happiness, thinking of someone praising her for being beautiful... Hmm? Really? Could she be considered a beautiful thing?

Miss Yamada was distracted. Seeing the girl's dazed look, she didn't even come up to complain.

"Are you worried about something today, senior?" Mai Yajima would also show appropriate concern for Miss Yamada.

Miss Yamada is her good friend.

In fact, Mai Yajima doesn’t know how to distinguish between “friends” and “good friends”.

But over the past month, she likes Miss Yamada, whom she met while working part-time at a convenience store, more than the classmates she met at school.

Although the two of them were not in the same school, the daily interactions while working part-time were real. She thought Miss Yamada was very cute and likable.

Ms. Yamada sighed.

After hesitating for a moment, she stammered, "Mai, I have some bad news."

"The person you asked me to find before, Fujii Sa...she, she committed suicide by lying on the railway tracks."

What she was talking about was the incident of lying on the railway tracks that happened the day before yesterday.

At this time, Ms. Yamada's mood was extremely complicated.

Logically speaking, she and Fujii Sa were not friends, so she shouldn't have so many feelings about Fujii Sa's passing.

But who made her try so hard to find out about Fujii Sa a few days ago?

When I heard the news of Fujii Sa's death, I felt a sense of loss... The death of a completely unrelated stranger and someone with whom you have a little connection have completely different effects on your mentality.

"Lying on the railway tracks, committing suicide?" Yajima Mai tilted her head with a surprised expression.

"Did she actually commit suicide by lying on the railway tracks?"

Mai Yajima lowered her head. Miss Yamada couldn't see her expression and thought she was sad. This was probably what she was worried about.

However, based on her friendship with Yajima Mai, she hesitated for a moment and then said, "Don't be too sad, Mai."

As soon as she said this, Ms. Yamada hesitated again. This hesitant attitude made Mai Yajima very curious.

"Well, is there anything you want to say, Senior?"

Ms. Yamada shook her head.

Yajima Mai seemed to have noticed something, so she comforted her, "It's okay, I won't blame you, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Only then did Ms. Yamada show a relieved expression.