A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

"Then come and call me."

"That's really capricious." He shook his head and walked outside.

Isshiki Iroha glanced at Uesugi Genshin but didn't look at her; instead, she looked at the eyes on the inner painting. "Then I'll take my leave."

She stood up, smoothed her skirt, and followed behind her minister with a clattering sound.

"Are you sure we don't need to worry about it?" she asked from behind her manager after walking a short distance from the dojo.

"Hmm? Oh, um. He's not a child anymore, and if he really tries to catch up on sleep, he probably won't be able to get up for at least an hour. I'll just have someone bring him food after I finish lunch."

“I’ll do it!” Isshiki Iroha volunteered and raised her hand.

"Huh? Hmm, sure, you're a student council administrator anyway." Hachiman walked towards the cafeteria.

On the way, he instructed, "That guy likes strong flavors. I've seen him eating that beef floss-like canned meat in the cafeteria these past few days. It's the kind of braised beef that the cooking department has reheated."

"Oh oh oh."

"Also, he hates the smell of fish, so don't bring him this batch of saury. Shellfish is fine, but don't bring him tuna if it's not seasoned, it's too bland and there's no salad."

"Hmm."

"Water is fine for drinking, but I remember he left a case of coffee in the corner of his room. You can give it to him; he has things to do this afternoon."

"I see. The minister really knows a lot." It was all very important information, and Iroha Isshiki silently wrote it down.

"Just stay close to that guy, and you'll know what's going on if you pay attention."

"There's nothing to be careful about when delivering it. As long as you don't make any sharp noises, that guy is very easy to talk to when he's dozing off. He'll be too lazy to pay attention to you at all. Just put it next to you and say so, and there won't be any problems."

This is just like any other person. When he wakes up after a good night's sleep, he feels groggy and his mind isn't working properly. If he doesn't get enough sleep, he'll have a grumpy, unresponsive feeling when he wakes up. At least when he's sleeping, he's completely relaxed.

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"Excuse me." When Isshiki Iroha returned to the dojo, she muttered softly at the door, out of politeness, but she assumed that no one inside could hear her or respond.

Sure enough! When the door was opened, the person sleeping in the shadows at the far end of the dojo was completely still.

Lying on its side, curled up, it was completely different from how it had looked when it left; now it slept like a child.

"Hmm..." Isshiki Iroha carefully placed the lunch on the ground not far away, walked over, and looked over Uesugi Genshin's head to look at his profile.

"Does Senior want to eat?" she asked, lowering her body and muttering in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Her body twitched slightly, but she had no desire to speak at all.

Suddenly, Isshiki Iroha had a bold idea.

"...Senior, would you like a lap pillow?"

He didn't even bother to utter a sound like "no..." The syllable of "no" was distorted, but his head was slightly tilted inward, clearly indicating that he didn't need it.

Isshiki Iroha sat down near Uesugi Genshin's head, stroking it and somewhat forcefully resting his head on her lap.

The other person's eyelids seemed to object, wanting to open, trembling slightly, before finally returning to calm.

"!!!" The minister wasn't lying to her; she really wouldn't wake up!

Isshiki Iroha tentatively reached out and gently brushed aside Uesugi Genshin's hair, revealing his sleeping face.

What?! What is this?!

A strange sense of pleasure, like that of a pet being petted, arose within her. Iroha looked down at the boy resting his head on her knees.

She brought her slender fingers together, pressed her middle finger on her temple, and massaged it clockwise, then counterclockwise.

Not satisfied, she simply touched her face. Suppressing, suppressing the urge to reach down and touch her firm chest, this junior student had a lot on her mind.

The soft touch and warmth of her thighs, along with the accumulated fatigue in my mind and the relaxation in my body, all combined to create a feeling of "peace".

There's also a refreshing pomelo scent that completely captivates you.

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"No retreating." Uesugi Genshin felt like a Soviet political commissar strictly enforcing Order No. 227.

He charged forward from the side, slashing down the leading few fast-moving zombies.

Hachiman on the other side did the same, pruning the side branches, and the slow-moving main trunk behind the zombie horde crashed into the position of the three in the center.

They were knocked to the ground one by one, but the kill rate was rather low. Some of the zombies that fell were still wriggling on the ground and were not completely killed.

In this respect, they are different from the people in the Hayama team. They are all very active and can walk as much in a day as one person here can do in a week.

It's difficult to make up for this gap in a short time. Their physical fitness needs to be improved, but they are better at teamwork. Because of their fear, their eyes dart around, which actually leads to better coordination.

After knocking down the zombie in front of him, Qin Ye took a step forward and dealt with the zombie next to Zai Muza Yoshiteru on his right. He then immediately stepped back and returned to a position almost parallel to the others.

"On the ground!" Sagami was startled by the hand grabbing him from the ground and took two steps back. The zombie, not quite dead yet, was still crawling over, its fingertips shattered as it gripped the ground. If the hand grabbed his ankle, it could tear a gash in an instant.

"Everyone except Sagami, take two steps back," Uesugi Genshin ordered.

He and Hachiman advanced again from the flank, reducing the pressure from the sheer number of zombies.

With his left arm, which was bound with thick books, Cai Muzu swept down the last zombie in front of him. Qin Ye quickly stepped forward to finish it off, slamming down a baseball bat, which splattered another row of blood droplets onto the ground.

"Alright, everyone, go to the back and rest."

"That's great." He said weakly.

"Ugh, I'm so tired." I feel like I'm dying.

"It's finally over." He was listless.

After prolonged tension in their forearm muscles, their arms became somewhat sore and swollen.

Therefore, Uesugi Genshin, understanding this, only took Hachiman forward to check the zombies that were not quite dead, and then executed them.

"Something's not right." Uesugi Genshin flipped the zombie's head over with the tip of his blade, examining the rough wounds on its head.

"What's wrong?" Hachiman thought he wanted to say something serious.

"Isshiki used her lap pillow on me."

When I woke up, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her face with her head down. Then, I watched in confusion as she hurriedly stood up and her figure seemed to be running away. The background was bright yellow.

Hachiman's heart was in turmoil. What was going on?!

"Huh?! Is that so...? So?"

Hachiman looked across at the other person, whose eyes conveyed the message: What's going on with your members?

"I just thought you were working too hard, it's nothing." Hachiman didn't pay attention at first, and really thought it was just a simple meal delivery job that wouldn't cause any trouble.

“No, I suspect… um…” Uesugi Genshin didn’t say it aloud. He and Hachiman had reached a consensus long ago that the truth of the world was one of the three great illusions of mankind.

"That's impossible." Hachiman lied. He thought being suspicious was a good thing, and he certainly didn't side with his own club members.

The girls at Soubu High School are really scary; their strategy of waiting for the right moment to strike is exactly like military tactics.

Thinking about it this way, his approach of confirming Isshiki's feelings violated their principle of doubting everything. It was just too obvious from an outsider's perspective; he was basically certain of everything. Sigh, I'll be more careful next time.

"I think so too." Uesugi Genshin also lied, agreeing verbally but actually being unsure.

That's Isshiki Iroha.

Unless it's a parallel world that's a mirror image.

Although some people mistakenly believe she is a designer brand addict and party queen who has an annual pass to the night pool, a boyfriend who is the president of an IT company, and whose mind is only on posting photos on Instagram.

That is, Bitch.

But in reality, she's just a cute junior who's a little devil.

She's like a degraded version of Yukinoshita Haruno, so she doesn't have Yukinoshita Haruno's cunning tendency to get close to men. Overall, she's a more reserved high school girl.

Uesugi Genshin considered himself to be the first and only person to have his lap pillow used like this.

"These are truly turbulent times."

The knife slicing through the zombie's neck, the foot kicking the back of the blade, the round head being severed off.

Chapter 83: PAID OFF

"If—and I mean if—is hypocritical, what would you do if Isshiki really had special feelings for you?"

"Hachiman, what are you talking about? There is still loyalty and integrity in this world." Uesugi Genshin looked at him with a reproachful gaze.

Even Hachiman himself felt a pang of guilt, almost thinking that this guy had changed.

"I will ask Isshiki if he would be willing to be my lover after I get my wife's consent."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you saying all of a sudden?" Hachiman, choking on his own saliva, cut straight to the chase, "Where's your wife? Where's she?"

No, what are you talking about?

"Hmm... Hachiman, may I ask a question? Who do you think is better, Orimoto or Kawasaki?" Uesugi Genshin decided to switch from defense to offense.

"Neither is good." Hachiman answered instantly, his reaction was very quick.

"Really? So it's about who launches the first direct attack, making your heart race."

"My heart is pounding?" Hachiman thought to himself. "What a simple and euphemistic way to put it."

However… he nodded, saying with understanding, “I see.”

Japan is exceptionally tolerant of geniuses; this guy's words have completely crossed that line, and both of them agree on "equality"—equality of labor and reward, equality of rights and obligations, and of course...

From his initial dream of being a stay-at-home husband, he began to crave being kept, which is why he wanted to find a good woman to marry. As for the other woman's controlling nature or dominance in the family, he became less concerned about these things when he made this decision, precisely because of equality.

"Actually, I think Hiratsuka-sensei is more suitable for you."

The two approached among the zombie corpses, and Hachiman placed his left hand on the back of Uesugi Genshin's head, causing their foreheads to collide.

"?"

The members of the Hachiman squad, watching from a distance, were completely bewildered by their near-kissing moment. A misunderstanding was out of the question; as normal men, they might not necessarily be into BL (Boys' Love).

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

As Hachiman approached, he said, "It's not suitable." His resolute tone was particularly clear.

"Then I think you should watch 'The Garden of Words' and then you won't think like that anymore."

"What does it matter?"

"I remember when I graduated from high school, I read a comic called 'Today's Sweet Talk,' which made me want to have a sparkly romance."

Although this was confirmed by someone he didn't know yet, Uesugi Genshin himself never expected it to be so powerful.

Hachiman rolled his eyes. "Are you an idiot?"

"This is a powerful combination, and Hiratsuka-sensei certainly won't mind you spending... um." Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by Hachiman, who had anticipated this.

"Ptooey, ptooey, Hachiman, your hand smells awful." Uesugi Genshin removed his hand and spat to the side.

"Isn't that right? This topic is finally over. Let's go back and wash up."

Wiping his lips with his sleeve, Uesugi Genshin nodded in agreement, "That's true, let's end this topic here." He had finally won a round.

hahaha~~~

Hachiman watched his excited expression and thought, "That damn competitive spirit!"

"You guys did a great job."

Uesugi Genshin walked up to Zaimokuza Yoshiteru and the others, sincerely praising them with a rare, warm smile on his face.

It makes those who don't know him imagine that he can also show such expressions.

"Yes, yes!" came the joy of being affirmed.

Praise after hard work is like a beam of orange-yellow light shining through layers of dark clouds after rain.

"That's all for today. Get some rest. Zai Muza too, your training will be suspended for tonight."

If Yoshiteru Zaimokuza had said from the beginning that there would be no exercise tonight, he wouldn't be so surprised now. That's just how people are!

The thought that my planned tasks for today were canceled brought me the same joy as when I was forced to stay home from school or work due to a sudden downpour. Back then, I wished the typhoon would come even more fiercely, preferably several times.