Zongman: The heroines are all my ex-girlfriends

And now Hayasaka Ai lowered her head and closed her eyes.

This was a trial whose outcome was already known.

But now comes the moment of answer.

Hayasaka Ai still felt like someone was squeezing her heart.

Next, no matter what comes out of Xuejianyuan's mouth.

Hayasaka Aito's heart was in turmoil.

Refuse.

She would wonder how much the boy in front of her liked her.

I like her so much that I refuse to date her in order not to tire her out.

promise.

She would wonder how much the boy in front of her liked her.

Love someone so much that emotion overwhelms reason, and you will make the mistake even if you know it is wrong.

"Sorry, I... already have someone I like."

Xuejianyuan's answer fell.

Hayasaka Ai lowered her head and remained silent.

After a while.

She backed away from the table and stood up from her chair.

Then he walked towards the restroom of the bookstore.

The pace became faster and faster, finally turning into a jog.

The girl's tears were left behind.

The crystal tears fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Looking at Hayasaka Ai running away.

Xuejianyuan smacked his lips.

Have I gone a little too far?

Disrupt the girl's thoughts, and then make a confession that goes straight to the heart to the girl who is pretending to be asleep.

After doing this, Xuejianyuan felt that he was a bit of a monster.

Although it was Hayasaka Ai who came to me.

After thinking about it, Xuejianyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Never mind, he said it himself anyway.

It's not all lies to play with girls' feelings.

The fact that the Hayasaka family was taken back from the Shinomiya family is true.

And if she takes back the Hayasaka family, she might also lose Hayasaka Ai herself.

As for what will happen next

Well, we'll talk about it later.

Xuejianyuan thought so and packed up his things.

Then I took the first volume of Fantasy Demon Sword Legend and went to the bookstore front desk to pay.

When Yukima-fuchi left Ginza and returned to Yukima's house.

There was already a notification from 1ine on the phone.

Hayasaka Ai... To be precise, it was Hasaka who deleted Yukima Fuchi.

Xuejianyuan dragged the red dot of the message aside.

Then let go.

The red dot representing the message reminder disappeared with a bang.

I thought about it.

Yukima Fuchi opened Hayasaka Ai's 1ine window again.

Fuchi: [Hayasaka, good evening, have you eaten?]

Hayasaka: [Is there anything wrong, Brother Fuchi?]

Yuan: [How cold and indifferent.]

Hayasaka: [Because our relationship is just this cold right now.]

Xuejianyuan closed the 1ine page and stretched.

And the other side.

The Shinomiya family.

"Hayasaka, what's wrong with you?"

Shinomiya Kaguya looked at her maid in confusion.

Although Hayasaka Ai is a maid.

However, Shinomiya Kaguya grew up with Hayasaka Ai since childhood.

In fact, her feelings towards Hayasaka Ai are more like sisters than master and servant.

Shinomiya Kaguya is the younger sister and Hayasaka Ai is the older sister, something like that.

And today, Hayasaka Ai took a leave of absence.

After I came back, I didn't report to her immediately.

Instead, he locked himself in the room.

Moreover, after meeting, Shinomiya Kaguya discovered that Hayasaka Ai had shown signs of crying.

The tear marks on my face haven't been washed away yet.

Of course Kaguya Shinomiya would be worried.

"Miss, I'm fine..."

Hayasaka Ai responded with a slightly hoarse voice.

This answer is quite unsatisfactory.

People who are truly fine will never say that they are fine.

There is no way Hayasaka Ai doesn't know this truth.

But her voice was hoarse from crying, so what could anyone expect her to say?

Shinomiya Kaguya's brows were furrowed.

Was Hayasaka Ai bullied by someone?

This is absolutely not okay!

In short, investigate first, then retaliate!

Chapter 154: Never met but still moved

Early in the morning, the sound of the alarm clock woke Mitsuha Miyamizu up.

I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of my room.

My thoughts gradually returned.

Although she was awake, Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't want to move at all.

At this moment, she just wanted to close her eyes and recall her experience in the dream.

That dream was too real.

Even after waking up, the scenes were still vivid in my mind.

It was as if she had actually been to Tokyo.

I think of the luxurious cafe, the delicious desserts, and the view from Tokyo Tower.

Miyamizu Mitsuha felt her heart surging.

You must study hard in high school and get into university in Tokyo!

The alarm clock rang for a long time before Miyamizu Mitsuha opened her eyes again.

"Eh? Did I...set the alarm yesterday?"

"Could it be that I set the alarm because I had an appointment with Sayaka and the others to go to the cafe, but I forgot?"

He muttered to himself in doubt.

Miyamizu Mitsuha sat up and picked up her cell phone.

Your diary received a message

Look at the custom alarm name displayed on your phone.

Miyamizu Mitsuha frowned in confusion.

Who touched my phone?

It's like a weird, mischievous name.

Just turn off the alarm.

Mitsuha Miyamizu stood up from the tatami and wanted to go downstairs to make breakfast.

As a result, as soon as she stood up, she felt her legs were sore and weak, and she fell back down.

Waves of soreness spread from my legs.

Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't help but be stunned.

Why do my legs feel so sore as if I walked dozens of miles?

Did you take a long walk yesterday?

Didn’t you do almost nothing yesterday?

Speaking of long journeys.

It seems only in dreams

At this point, Mitsuha Miyamizu finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

That was an all too real experience.

And the real feeling of soreness in the body.

All the facts are telling Mitsuha Miyamizu.

All those experiences were not just a dream.

Mitsuha Miyamizu remembered the alarm on her cell phone again.

So, he raised his head and looked at the desk, looking for his diary.

After looking for a long time, I found that the diary that should have been on the table was missing.

Just when Mitsuha Miyamizu was trying to support herself and stand up again.

But my hand felt the texture of the pages.

When I picked it up and took a look, wasn’t it my diary?

I opened the diary with doubt.

The previous content is still my diary.

Until she turned to what she thought was yesterday.