All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

I hope my sister will be happy ten years from now.

"—"

Yukinoshita Haruno suddenly raised her head, and their eyes reflected each other's figures.

It's like a mirror facing each other.

Faintly, she sensed what Yukino wanted to convey.

Yukino... She thought to herself that her expression must be very complicated in her sister's eyes.

Yukino didn't say anything, and of course she couldn't tell the story on her own initiative.

It is absolutely true that she wants Yukino to be happy more than anyone else in this world, but...

Yukino's happiness is built on her. From childhood to adulthood, whatever Yukino wanted, she would give it to her sister, cherish her, and protect her. Even if she had to choose between her life and her sister's, she would give it to Yukino - but why this matter?

For the first time, she had something she didn't want to let go of. She couldn't sincerely bless it, she couldn't let it go with a sense of relief. On the contrary, she had the opposite feeling because it was her only one.

Yukinoshita Haruno was fed up with her own jealousy.

As expected, she was an irredeemably vicious queen.

The more beautiful and pure the snow is, the more her ugliness is highlighted.

even so.

Hope—she whispered.

I hope we can still drink together like this ten years from now.

*

After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Kiyono took out his wallet to pay. Yukinoshita Yukino seemed to like the handmade snacks here very much, so she followed him and prepared to buy some to take home.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Behind the counter, a kind-faced elderly woman with a full head of white hair glanced at the three of them and said with a smile:

"By the way, our store has a special event. Every customer will receive a free chance to draw lots. Two beautiful ladies, and this handsome young man, would you like to try it?"

Qingye raised his eyebrows. This izakaya was really weird. Not only did it sell snacks, it also provided metaphysical services part-time?

He and Yukino weren't very interested, but Hinano excitedly squeezed into the middle:

"I want to play, I want to play! Grandma, what kind of lottery is this?"

"Hmm... it's probably just a regular fortune stick, something I wrote down casually when I had nothing else to do," the old woman said softly.

"Then I'll go first!"

Yukinoshita Haruno put her hand into the box with interest and pulled out a small piece of paper rolled into a cylinder.

Under the gaze of Kiyono and Yukinoshita, she unfolded the paper.

"Ah! It's Daji!"

Yukinoshita Haruno smiled happily, and the three of them continued to read.

People chase after your illusions. You may seem perfect, but in reality, you have nothing. If you want to keep a man's heart, you must reveal your true self.

"Are you sure this isn't sarcasm?"

The corners of Yang Nai's mouth twitched, and the kind old woman in his heart turned into a hateful old woman. There was another interpretation below.

The bond between people is written hand in hand time and time again. Perhaps you can try to accept the enthusiasm of others.

"Sister, what does it say on this?" Yukino asked curiously as she watched Yukinoshita Haruno fold the sign with lightning speed and expressionless demeanor.

"It's a very lucky blessing, Yukino, you should try it too." Yukinoshita Haruno subtly tempted her.

is it?

Yukinoshita Yukino drew the next lot suspiciously.

"—I'm Daji too."

Yang Nai came closer to her. For some reason, she didn't want to show it to her sister, so she took it aside and took a peek.

[Aspirations and understanding build a unique bond, but if you simply rely on past successes, you will eventually face failure.]

"……oh?"

Yukinoshita had a cold expression.

[Dependence will satisfy a man, but it will also make your life stagnate. ]

They looked at Qingye with intriguing gazes.

"I have traveled through time, guarded human history, stood shoulder to shoulder with heroic spirits, defied history, and battled fate. No matter what the fortune throws at me, I can easily overcome it!"

Qingye was unmoved. He drew the lot casually and showed it to them with dignity.

[You have excellent academic qualifications, a successful career, many wives and concubines, and are rich enough to rival a country.]

"……Um?"

Is there such a good thing?

Qingye slowly looked at the last line of words.

But you died young, the cause of death: you were dismembered.

Qingye instantly crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it on the ground - it was a miracle that this izakaya was still in business until now!

Seemingly sensing something from their expressions, the old lady awkwardly scratched her temples and comforted them, saying:

"I'm getting old and I always like to write some random things. Don't mind me. Please draw again. This time it's free for you."

——Do you want us to care about this or not?

It was rare for the three of them to say the same thing.

Then, the two Yukinoshitas blinked their eyes. Although this lot was indeed very subtle, if you asked them if they wanted to continue drawing... they would still want to take a look.

Three hands reached out to the box one after another.

This time they were much more cautious.

Yukinoshita Haruno seemed to be lost in thought.

The bond between brothers is as deep as snow, and true love is revealed when jealousy melts. A match made in heaven is not an empty promise, and the red string has long been tied to the destined couple.

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned.

Why should I hide my radiance when I admire the moon? The Big Dipper hangs in the sky, illuminating my reflection. Don't lament walking alone on the frosty road; the candlelight warms the cold with its fragrance.

The two lowered their eyes and looked at each other again. They seemed to be completely opposite, yet surprisingly similar in some ways.

Qingye smiled, put away the signature paper, and remained calm.

His fortune poem only had one sentence.

The immense gratitude and righteousness are entrusted to the sun and the moon, and both of them have hearts as pure as ice and free from dust.

Then, in my senior year of high school—

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P.S.: I did it! Saki, I did it! I can no longer feel the passage of time. I'm completely immersed in another world, and nothing can stop me anymore, hehe, hehehe (faints)

111. Yukinoshita (Three-in-One)

Eighteen years old.

This is a turning point in life. Standing at this crossroads, whether taking a step forward or staying put, the same emotions will entangle everyone: anxiety about the upcoming new life and uneasiness about college entrance exams - they are only one step away from becoming adults.

After the age of eighteen, everyone must be truly responsible for their own life.

——So, where will we end up?

Yukinoshita Yukino's senior year of high school was filled with books. She'd also put her club activities on hold. Although she had high confidence, her definition of 'perfection' never allowed her to slack off, and besides, it never hurt to read more.

Kiyono felt much more relaxed. After confirming his status as the test-taker king, Yukinoshita's mother let him go and throw a tantrum, except for the regular spot checks. His second book also performed very well, and now it was attracting everyone's attention. Many people were waiting for his new work.

Yukinoshita Haruno still stood as a bystander, her eyes looking through the falling snow, as if she was witnessing something, waiting for something.

Then, the day of the school exam arrived.

As a top-notch writer who has been very popular in society in the past two years, most people subconsciously ignore his real age. Even though the media and literary circles often use his image of a pool boy to promote his works, it is difficult to associate him with a high school student.

It wasn't until Kiyoshi appeared on a TV report about the University of Tokyo one day that it sparked a heated discussion within a certain range.

Most people, even within the literary community, didn't particularly care about the accomplishments of this future "great writer." Would anyone even consider the university where literary masters like Haruki Murakami and Natsume Soseki attended? Before a literary giant poised to leave his mark on history, the faculties of literature at both the University of Tokyo and Waseda University would have to take a back seat.

Even if Qingye is willing, most universities will give him the green light and award him a degree without taking an exam. It is not impossible for him to be promoted to professor or dean in the future, but the boy still has to rely on his own efforts stubbornly!

Another heavy snowfall.

In the examination room of the legendary university, many male students seemed to be in the realm of literature and art. They felt the influence of humanities knowledge invisibly, and were excited. They felt that today's composition would definitely get full marks.

The girl was extremely excited. She had already shifted her thoughts from the question to how to share half of her luck with him... Isn't this bad?

Anyway, the exam begins.

The man who shoulders the destiny of contemporary literature and art takes the lead in writing, writing with great vigor and energy.

Be the first to put pen to paper.

He was also the first to leave.

Outside the examination hall, a reporting team from Tokyo TV was stationed, with all their weapons ready, waiting to report on the examinees.

At this moment, a student hurried by. He was wearing warm and thick clothes and a feminine plaid scarf. He had a handsome face and was holding an umbrella in his hand.

"...Hello, Mr. Kiyono! As the first person to leave, what are your thoughts?" The reporter recognized him and her eyes lit up.

Kiyono stopped and gave a refreshing smile:

"First of all, I would like to thank Yukinoshita Yukino for studying with me every day. Secondly, I would like to thank Yang No-jie for her daily encouragement and surprise tutoring."

He bowed to the camera: "I also thank my mother for her guidance and trust. Finally, I ask readers to grant me some more time for the new book."

The reputation of the Yukinoshita family has risen.

On the distant street, Yukino Yukinoshita waved and smiled at him, her crimson scarf fluttering like a flag in the wind and snow. Her gaze was fixed on the distant University of Tokyo and the low, leaden clouds, as if she were watching the final chapter of this youth drama.

She only looked away when Qingye walked in front of her.

"Can it work?" Yukinoshita Haruno sighed.

"At the end of the sea of ​​learning, who stands at the peak? Upon encountering the Great Emperor, all paths to enlightenment vanish." Qingye recited this with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm so proud of you."

Yukinoshita Haruno touched his hair, then took a step back and stared at him with a dazed look in her eyes.

The little boy who was so poor that he needed her pocket money to help him seemed to be still in front of her, but he seemed to have grown up so quickly. He wanted to be admitted to the University of Tokyo, and she would have to look up to him...

For some reason, she felt a little lonely.

"Once Kiyono grows up, she probably won't feel troubled, confused, or in pain anymore."

"You're not talking about an adult, you're talking about a god!" Kiyono retorted.

Yukino smiled and reached out a hand to catch a handful of snow:

"If I ever feel lonely and miserable, I will hide under the table in church."

"Why a church?" Kiyono asked, puzzled.

Yukino blinked and said matter-of-factly, "Because I'm a bad woman, I have to curse in the place closest to God."

Kiyono smiled and said, "Then I'll curse and pray with you."

Seriously, this guy always tugs at her heartstrings like this. Am I the older sister type? What's the point of constantly being moved? If this keeps going on, she'll definitely earn the nickname "younger man"!

Even so, she still showed a bright smile and said in a sweet voice—

"Is everything alright, handsome and gentle prince?"

"No problem, pitiful twisted queen?"

When Yukinoshita Haruno said this, she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes, which were always smiling, were like the clear surface of a lake, reflecting his figure.

Qingye also stared at her.