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Can cats and mice be friends?
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Online boyfriend? What nonsense!
What on earth is going on in the head of this friend of hers?!
but……
Despite her internal monologue, Kawakami Wakana couldn't resist clicking on the picture.
The picture shows a young man with slightly long black hair tied in a small braid at the back of his head. He is squinting and seems to be engrossed in playing the cello.
However, the man did not look very well.
Putting aside the fact that she was wearing thick clothes in this sweltering heat, just one look at her thin face made her want to give her some of her own fat. Her skin was so pale it was almost sickly, and even her lips were almost bloodless. But in contrast, there were obvious dark circles under her eyes.
Even so...
He seems quite handsome.
Kawakami Wakana suddenly remembered that when she first added the Lucia person as a friend, the other person did mention that their health was not very good.
In an instant, the identity of the other party as a gloomy and introverted male high school student was also firmly established in Kawakami Wakai's mind.
She couldn't help but start imagining such a boy.
Because of his poor health and frequent illnesses, he was unable to run and jump like other children from a young age. Also, because he was a boy, boys thought he was too weak for a boy, and girls felt that he lacked the so-called "masculinity" that boys should have.
If you can't make many friends, your personality naturally won't be sunny, leading to a vicious cycle where you'll find it even harder to make friends.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
For some reason, she suddenly felt that if it were this person, they could understand her feelings.
she……
I really want to be friends with him.
right!
Kawakami Wakana suddenly stood up.
She is willing to be friends with the Lucias!
As she stood up, she accidentally touched the screen and returned to the chat interface.
Ruoyi was about to open the picture again and save it, but she found that the picture had already been withdrawn.
At the same time, she received a new message:
[Sorry, that was my high school classmate, Gogol. Um... he does have a rather eccentric personality, which might be a bit of a headache when you first meet him.]
Just as I thought...
Ruoyi smiled and started typing.
Given his personality, saying "I'm willing to be friends with you" right away might scare him away, so Ruoyi decided to take a roundabout approach. She began to explain in detail her recent feelings.
After being told by the doctor that her physical condition was no longer suitable for being a professional volleyball player, she said that sometimes she wanted to cry, give up on herself, and even stop doing rehabilitation training. But when she saw her parents crying behind her back, she realized that she was not the only one who was saddened by this.
Then, he talked about his friends and advisors who had successfully qualified for the Northeast Regional Conference.
As the fight progressed, Kawakami Wakai suddenly paused for a moment.
So, she was jealous of Natsumi?
She was jealous that Natsumi was healthy enough to participate in the tournament, and with luck, she might even qualify for the national finals and compete against high school students from all over Japan. But at the same time, she felt that Natsumi was her best friend at school and had never done anything to hurt her, so she didn't want to have such negative feelings towards her friend.
As Ruoyi typed out long paragraphs, she discovered that it was not only a process of venting, but also a process of entering her own heart.
In the end, she posted them all.
Immediately, I felt my heart start pounding.
You know, I've never opened up to someone like this before, not even when I'm talking to my parents.
The text she typed was far too long; it would take the other person a long time to read it carefully. Ruoyi simply put down her phone and went to do her own thing. Only after finishing the last bit of her math homework did she glance at her phone.
[Kind-hearted Lucia: I understand how you feel.]
[A kind-hearted Lucia: However, while I don't agree with your teacher's statement, why are you so obsessed with volleyball?]
"..."
This sentence seemed to hit the bullseye.
Kawakami Wakana's finger paused on the input box for a moment before she resumed typing:
Because... even if someone's skill level is poor, as long as they're on the volleyball court and one of the six players, they're useful.
She continued writing slowly:
Actually, I wasn't good at making friends when I was little. Maybe it was because I was too outgoing, and everyone thought I was too noisy. At first, I thought everyone in the world was my friend, but during summer vacation, when I invited my friends to go to the public swimming pool, everyone refused with various excuses. After I went there alone with my swim ring, I found my so-called friends laughing happily.
It was at that moment that I realized I considered them friends, but in reality, I wasn't anyone's best friend in class; I was practically someone you could dispensate with.
Until that day, the PE teacher mentioned volleyball. I realized that even though I was dispensable in the class, I still had a place on the six-person volleyball court...
[Russian: So, what you really want isn't to play volleyball, but to feel needed, right?]
"...!"
Looking at the words before her, Kawakami Wakana felt a deep sting in her eyes.
"..."
So that's how it is...
By this time, it was getting dark. When Ruoyi realized what had happened, she found that she had already typed out several words.
By the way, could you be my friend?
Immediately following was the other party's reply.
He said he would think about it.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
She couldn't help but scratch her hair.
Ugh, here we go again! My naturally outgoing personality!
Indeed, saying this was too abrupt.
"..."
Ruoyi lowered her eyes.
She thought that perhaps she should find an opportunity to have a good talk with Xia-chan...
On the other side.
"How was it? How was it?"
Ever since Fyodor got his phone back, Gogol had been watching him intently. The two were thus caught in a tug-of-war. Gogol tried to peek at Fyodor's phone, while Fyodor kept dodging him.
He didn't look at his best friend excitedly until his friend looked away from the phone screen.
“You tell me,” Fyodor chuckled softly, his lips pursed, “that cats and mice can be friends.”
Gogol: "...?"
…………
At the end of August, the Northeast China Volleyball Tournament was held.
Just like before the prefectural tournament, Hinata Natsu asked Wakami the night before if she wanted to go watch the game. This time, Wakami readily agreed.
After getting up in the morning, she tied her hair up neatly, put on a set of light clothes, packed the volleyball she used for practice at home into her schoolbag, said goodbye to her parents, and then went out to board the Shinkansen to the venue of the conference—Aomori City, Aomori Prefecture.
Aomori Prefecture, being the northernmost city on Honshu Island, is much colder than Miyagi Prefecture, which is also in the Tohoku region. Even in August, a slight chill can still be felt.
The moment she stepped off the Shinkansen, Wakai, wearing capri pants and a sleeveless shirt, couldn't help but shrink back, regretting that she should have brought another jacket.
Hinata Shoyo was supposed to come with her, but he received a last-minute job introducing volleyball to children who had just reached school age. Since the adults in both families had to go to work, Wakana had to come alone.
She took out her phone and, guided by the navigation, headed towards the venue of the conference.
Aomori City Citizens' Gymnasium.
Unexpectedly, just as Ruoyi reached a spot only a few hundred meters away and looked up to search for the building in the picture, she suddenly discovered a scene that made her feel utterly hopeless.
It's that black-clad, bandaged demon again.
This time, he sat on a branch of a crooked tree with a rope in his hand, put it around his neck, and prepared to test the existence of gravity.
Kawakami Wakai:?
no?
It's you again?
The bandage spirit noticed someone watching her from under the tree, smiled, waved, and climbed down from the tree.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
No way...
Could it be that some people actually consider this a hobby?!
"We meet again," the bandaged spirit said with a grin. "Since we're so destined to meet, would you like to know my name?"
Actually, Kawakami Wakai really wanted to say "I don't want to".
But the bandaged spirit spoke first: "Grand Prefect."
"?"
"Dazai Osamu."
"..." This is basically not giving her a choice at all.
As Dazai Osamu carefully gathered up the rope, he pointed north with his finger.
"The Civic Gymnasium is over there."
"—After all, I grew up in this city, so I know it very well."
How did this person know she was going to the stadium?
Kawakami Wakai felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
But Dazai Osamu grinned and took out a cell phone, waving it in front of Wakana.
"Would you like to exchange contact information?"
"This afternoon, I can show you around the city."
“So,” Kawakami Wakana looked at him warily, “if I say I don’t need it, will you use that as an excuse to hang yourself from a tree in the southeast again?”
"Who knows?"
But even as he said this, he was already preparing to climb the tree again.
"..." This is practically an indication through action that they really will do it!
"I understand!" Ruoyi said helplessly, "Exchange contact information, exchange contact information, okay!"
While thinking to herself that this person was even more troublesome than she had been when she was a child, Ruoyi prepared to open the chat software.
However, perhaps because she's gotten used to chatting with Lucia people lately, she unconsciously opened "Jinjiang".
The purple smiling rat head of the Lucia appeared on the screen.
It was when Dazai Osamu saw this that he unconsciously frowned.
"This is your friend?"
[Author's Note]
Tuo Zong's new identity—
Psychological counselor (?)
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