What a twist! The loser heroine!

"Walking into an unfamiliar path, in the distance stood a café covered in vines, and Lily unconsciously pushed open the door—"

For the next five minutes, I told Yang Nai the story I had written in the future.

A girl named Mizuhara Yuri accidentally wanders into a yokai café that is not open to humans.

Mr. Fox and the young waiter were entertaining the girls who had been drawn to them.

The thoughtful care made the girl feel very welcome and gave her a sense of warmth, like being at home.

So the girl went to the coffee shop every few days, and her bond with Mr. Fox and the young waiter grew stronger.

Until that day, the old man came to the coffee shop, giving the young man a big fright.

The lord wants the coffee shop to make the right dishes, or else it will disappear into the cracks.

Lily helped the café by creating a dish that pleased the lord, thus saving the café.

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It's a very ordinary story, after all, it's based on my personal experience.

As for those strange and unusual events at the end, it's best not to tell Yang Nai about them.

"In the end, Lily got a job at the coffee shop and made many more friends..."

"Huh, Haruna?"

"Yuna-chan~?"

I heard soft breathing in my arms; she's already asleep.

That's just how little one is, we'll sleep with her tonight.

I put Yang Nai on the bed, gently helped my sister change her clothes, and covered her with the blanket.

A few tears suddenly fell onto the quilt, leaving water stains.

"Huh...?"

Did I cry?

I touched my cheek with trembling hands, and after confirming that the tears were coming from my own eyes, I sat down in front of the computer, feeling somewhat lost.

"What... this kind of memory imposed on people?"

The tears just wouldn't stop.

"That's so unfair..."

I turned on my laptop screen and looked at the outline and first chapter of the light novel that was still being edited, tears blurring my vision.

"Mom, my younger brother and sister..."

"Our family's financial situation didn't improve until my senior year of high school."

"I don't have any other skills, and I haven't paid attention to any financial investment news. I have no way to make my family rich overnight."

"Sorry, I can only try to make money by writing light novels using themes that will become popular in the future..."

"I'm really sorry to the author/teacher whose work I plagiarized."

With that thought in mind, I placed my hands on the keyboard.

But the memories kept flooding my mind, making it impossible for me to concentrate on writing.

I curled up in my seat, muttering to myself.

"President Tamaki... thank you for your protection and care. Three years have passed, and I can now communicate normally with people. Don't worry."

"The cultural festival in Shilu was also well organized, and everyone's feedback was very positive."

"Even though I didn't become the president of the literature club, the new president is very nice to me!"

"Senior Tsukinoki, you should still be enjoying your spring break. Although our understanding of seme and uke seems to be a bit off, I really want to see you again soon."

"This time, please take good care of President Tamaki."

To be honest, I find these memories, which were forcibly shoved into my hands, somewhat repulsive.

However, the details in my memory constantly remind me of them.

This is indeed my future memory. The me who was always very introverted, weak, and longing for someone to take care of me is definitely Komari Chika.

"In my future..."

"Hana-chan, Yai-shio-chan, Asahi-chan, Shiratama-senpai..."

How is everyone doing these days?

They stayed by my side from first grade to third grade, tolerating my personality; it's truly embarrassing.

This time, I won't do it again. I will get along better with people.

As I flipped through my memories of my senior year of high school, I secretly clenched my fists.

"This time, I will get ahead of everyone else."

"Whether it's grades, friendships, or..."

I laughed out loud, feeling silly.

"After all, I'm a reborn person~"

There are too many memories to read all at once.

A brain like that is absolutely incapable of writing; give up.

I carefully saved the first chapter of "Even If You're a Dark Side, You Still Have to Fall in Love!" which I hadn't finished writing yet. After washing up a bit, I changed my clothes and climbed into bed.

I took out my phone and unconsciously swiped my fingers across the screen.

A face keeps lingering in my mind.

I opened the app store, and the bookmark that I had already added to my favorites sat quietly there.

The thin metal bookmarks are carved with Japanese-style patterns, depicting flowing rivers, red maple leaves, and temari balls.

"I spent so long searching before, but I found it all at once."

The corners of my mouth seemed to unconsciously turn up.

"I'll give him this on that day."

"Idiot president."

I held my phone to my chest and drifted off to sleep.

Kazuhiko, this time, I won't let you go to anyone else.

Because.

I already have it, something that belongs only to me—

A small miracle.

~Sixth Defeat~ Himegami Karen Makes a Grand Appearance

Friday, December 2, 2021.

In late spring, the gate of Shilu High School is surrounded by lush trees. The morning sunlight filters through the leaves, and boys and girls in uniforms walk together, their laughter echoing from time to time.

It's been over a month since I joined the literature club. Since not many people have joined the club, Wen Shui and Yan are happy to have some peace and quiet. Whenever they don't have tutoring classes, they go there to while away their time after school.

Although she didn't know why she often ran into Kokoro Chika, Kokoro would usually sit next to her and read quietly together. Wen Shui didn't pay much attention to it, taking it as mutual care between people of the same kind.

Thanks to the club, Wen Shui's financial situation improved somewhat, and he added some of the most popular light novels to his list. Just then, his father also received his allowance for the month, and he planned to spend a lot of money at Jingwenguan Bookstore on the weekend.

But before that—

As the traffic light at the intersection turned red, Wen Shui opened her phone, went to the Line interface, and once again confirmed the message from yesterday in the artsy community group.

Tsukino-Mono: "Warm Water, can I really bring that complete Natsume Soseki collection to the club as a keepsake?"

Little Rabbit: "Tomorrow is Friday, and the student council will be checking backpacks, so be careful."

"What's there to be careful about? Natsume Soseki's collected works can't possibly be contraband." Wen Shui said.

Tsukino-Mono "That's hard to say."

Apologize to Mr. Natsume!

The collection of essays was indeed brought along; it was taken from my father's collection of books. My father opened the bookshelf while saying something like, "Oh dear, you young people should really read classic works."

My father was unusually easy to talk to when it came to books.

I added the literary club's group after joining the club. To be honest, Wen Shui wasn't really keen on joining the group, but Yue Zhi Mu said that there might be some small club activities in the future, and it would be more convenient to notify people of them in this way.

Moreover, Xiao Ju seemed very keen to have him join the group, so he followed her advice.

For Wen Shui, who only joined the class group chat with the help of her classmates, the way she frantically operated the Line interface at the time was like a primitive man with a wooden stick trying to operate an alien spaceship.

Fortunately, Xiao Ju, an expert in the electronics industry, was there to help, which allowed Wen Shui to join the group.

As for what happened later when Yoshiki found out he had a "friend" and interrogated him for most of the night, and then forcibly squeezed into his bed with him, let's talk about that later.

By the way, Xiaoju's nickname was changed by her senior without her permission, and although she protested vehemently, it seemed to have little effect. And senior, can't you really change your nickname? (Original note: "Tsukino-Mono" in Japanese can be written as "月のもの (moon no shi)," a euphemism for a woman's menstrual cycle.)

Wen Shui lifted his heavy schoolbag. Although he didn't feel a real sense of belonging to the literary society yet, he felt he had to help out because of the friendship he had built up over half a month of freeloading books in the society's office.

Next time, I won't use my father's book collection as a topic of conversation.

Somewhat reluctant to go through trouble, Wen Shui made this decision with a sigh. After the traffic light turned green, she followed the flow of students toward the school gate.

The flow of people slowed down at the school gate. A closer look revealed that students would open their backpacks as they passed through the gate, showing their contents to the students standing at the gate.

Is this what Xiaoju meant by the backpack check?

Warm water was used to move the heavy backpack from behind to the front, securing it with the shoulder, and then the zipper was opened.

"Excuse me, student, please wait a moment."

A very familiar voice.

Turning around, I saw the girl who had asked me about the student council position in the hallway a month ago. Today, she had her hair neatly tied back, looking very proper. A disciplinary committee armband was fastened to her arm. Oh, she really had joined the student council.

"Ah, you're from that day..." She raised her hand to cover her mouth in surprise.

"Hmm, what a coincidence." Wen Shui nodded as a polite greeting.

“Um, because your backpack looks bulging, I need to check it out.” She coughed slightly. “Excuse me.”

Then he reached into the warm water bag and began reading the complete works of Natsume Soseki.

With a calm and composed attitude, Wen Shui and Yan were not afraid at all. After all, they had checked their bags repeatedly after learning about the bag inspection, and there was absolutely no chance of accidentally putting a book with an exposed cover in their bag.

However, having someone else examine you feels like a violation of your privacy... It's really unpleasant.

"Let me see, 'After the Other Shore,' 'The Poppy'..." She flipped through them for a while, then picked one out and examined it closely: "Natsume Soseki?"

"Huh? You don't know Natsume Soseki?"

"Only in the exam questions..."

"boom!"

The sudden impact startled everyone, followed by what appeared to be a girl's screams and a chaotic scene.

Separated by the crowd, Wen Shui couldn't see the whole picture, but he didn't want to get involved. After all, it was almost time for class, so he just wanted to finish checking and get to the classroom quickly.

"Hey? Hey? Classmate?!"

Then Wen Shui watched helplessly as the girl who had just been checking her backpack stormed off toward the starting point of the chaos.

I understand you're there to maintain order, but could you please not take my books with you?

Wen Shui stood there, stunned. He glanced at the gradually gathering crowd, his expression shifting several times, but he still didn't choose to rush into the crowd to get his books back from her.

Sigh, I'll have to find some time to go to the student council and get the book back; attending classes is more important.

With that thought in mind, Wen Shui strode toward Class C's classroom, checking her schoolbag as she went.

"Let me see which book was taken."

"Oh, so it's 'Sanshiro'..."

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