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◎Isn't this a photo deception?◎
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“Yes.” Ruoyi nodded, finding Dazai Osamu’s reaction rather strange. “But you, do you perhaps know him?”
Dazai Osamu: "I don't know him."
"But this profile picture is really unique, isn't it?"
"..."
Kawakami Wakana felt more and more that this was a strange guy.
Although she added Dazai Osamu's contact information and chat account to prevent him from actually hanging himself, she vowed in her heart that she would never talk to him unless it was something important. If he was really annoying, she would just block him.
He then put away his phone and walked towards the stadium.
However--
“I said,” Kawakami Wakana finally couldn’t hold back when they reached the entrance of the gymnasium, looking at Dazai Osamu behind her with annoyance, “Why are you following me?”
He immediately received a shameless smile.
"What for? To watch the volleyball match, of course."
He chuckled: "After all, I was once known as the volleyball prince!"
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
Why doesn't she believe it...?
But if he really was there to watch the volleyball match, they couldn't possibly turn him away. Besides, given Dazai's age, it was entirely possible he was a student at one of the participating schools. Wakana had no choice but to let him follow her into the stadium, and even sit next to her in the stands.
A few minutes later.
Fyodor, who had just finished discussing battle plans with his men from "The House of the Dead," was about to check the time on his phone when he received a new message from "Meow."
It's a picture.
But when the image loaded, Fyodor couldn't help but frown.
On the screen appeared Osamu Dazai, grinning and making a "V" sign.
"..."
Moreover, this angle definitely indicates a selfie, not a photo taken secretly by someone else.
Probably because he noticed that the image had already been read, he quickly withdrew it.
Fyodor: "...?"
What do you mean, Dazai?
It's nothing. I just wanted to show you how I've been doing. After all, we haven't seen each other since the Dragon Head War, have we?
Immediately afterwards, the Great Law was withdrawn again.
[...]
…………
The conference did not officially end until the afternoon.
Shinsan Academy not only won the competition, but also stepped into the national competition.
As she left the gymnasium, Kawakami Wakana noticed that Hinata Natsu was waiting for her at the entrance.
“Xia-chan…” Ruoyi hurriedly went up to her, “Actually, I have something to tell you…”
When Kawakami confessed to Hinata Natsumi that she could no longer play volleyball like before, it wasn't as difficult as she had imagined. In fact, Hinata Natsumi cried even harder than she had. Kawakami Wakana could only rub her hair and laugh as she looked at her phone. She should have been shedding tears of joy for making it to the national tournament.
“But Meow-chan, you—” Hinata Natsu sniffed hard.
But Ruoyi took out a red book.
Green River University, Faculty of Medical Technology, Department of Sports Medicine.
It was a book she picked up unintentionally that day when she met her advisor.
"As for me, I naturally support Xia-chan and your brother's dreams."
Hinata Natsu pinched Wakana's cheek while crying, "You really are—"
Originally, Ruoyi planned to give Natsu her volleyball as well. However, Natsu refused, saying that she had more than one volleyball at home, and then boarded the bus back to school with the other five girls from the volleyball club.
Ruoyi gently waved to the bus as it drove away, unsure whether she was saying goodbye to Hinata Natsu or to her own dream.
As for Dazai Osamu?
It seems they disappeared after the match ended.
However, this saved Ruoyi from spouting nonsense in front of Xia Jiang, which actually relieved her.
It wasn't until she boarded the Shinkansen that she picked up her phone and opened her chat with the Russian.
To be honest, she hasn't told the other person yet that she has already made up her mind. Since she can't be an athlete, she is someone who can support an athlete's dream.
Unexpectedly, it was the Lucias who sent the message first.
I can be your friend.
Kawakami Wakai: Huh?
Has he figured it out?
Anyway, there was nothing to do on the Shinkansen. So, Wakana immediately started typing away, the gist of which was that from today onwards she and the Russians were true friends, and that she had a new dream of becoming a physical therapist to help injured athletes with rehabilitation training.
In fact, I should thank him. Although the thought of not being able to participate in the Olympics still makes me sad, at least it's not a hurdle I can't overcome in my lifetime.
Unexpectedly, after typing a long message, before I could even send it, I saw a new message from the Lucia.
Actually, my plan is to work part-time after university starts next month, as long as my health permits, to save enough money to travel to Japan. I'll also visit Tokyo, of course.
[Can we recognize each other based on the photos when the time comes?]
Kawakami Wakai:?
Kawakami Wakai:! ! !
This person... it's all too sudden, isn't it?
Could it be a cultural difference between Japan and Russia?
The Lucias's argument is reasonable and well-founded; at least for now, Ruoyi can't see any problems with it.
But she told Hinata Natsumi about it before looking for her own photo.
Hinata Natsumi probably had nothing to do on the bus, and replied shortly after.
【Huh? Are you sure that person is an incoming freshman and not some lousy adult male?】
[The kind of person who's covered in fat, squatting at home picking their toes.]
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
That shouldn't be the case.
If the photo Gogol sent is real.
Hinata Natsu then sent another long message:
[The person chatting with that guy is Meow-chan, so I can't really say anything. But anyway, he's not coming over tomorrow, right? If you're having trouble, find a picture from the internet or something, preferably saying you lied to him and that you're actually a guy, to keep him calm.]
"..."
Using online images isn't really appropriate...
Isn't this what they call a photo fraud?
【This isn’t quite right…】 Kawakami Wakana had just typed that when she found she had received a message from Dazai Osamu.
What appeared on the screen was a boy with orange hair and blue eyes who looked like a high school student.
Kawakami Ruoyi: "...?"
What does this mean? Who is this?
[Dazai Osamu: Don't you know that some software can now create people who look like real photos? This is a face I just created. What do you think? If I didn't tell you, wouldn't it look just like a real photograph?]
Kawakami Wakai:! !
Could it be that Dazai Osamu has come to offer help in a time of need?
So she immediately said excitedly:
[They really look like real people!]
Hey, can I borrow this photo? Money's no object!
Dazai Osamu generously said to use it freely, since he was just playing around with making a face anyway.
So, Kawakami Wakana immediately sent over the picture of the orange-haired boy, along with the text:
[I'm so sorry, I lied to you. I... am a guy. But when I registered my account, my friend said that if I entered "female" as my gender, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable chatting with a guy if I was matched with a girl, and if I was matched with a guy, he wouldn't ignore me because he didn't want to chat with someone of the same sex.]
The Lucias did not reply. However, Ruoyi didn't pay much attention to it.
If the other person is truly a terrible person, sending a picture of a man would be enough to scare them away. But if they don't have any bad intentions, then they won't care whether she is male or female.
But she quickly turned off her phone, picked up the red book, and began reading about the past of the Medical Technology Department.
Meanwhile, in the tea restaurant, Fyodor was drinking coffee when he suddenly received a photo of an orange-haired boy from Ruoyi. His hand holding the coffee cup loosened, and he almost dropped it.
Meanwhile, Gogol, who had shamelessly come to tag along with Fyodor for afternoon tea, ate his rye bread, glanced at the screen, and then burst into laughter.
"I'm dying of laughter, hahaha!"
"Dostoevsky, will you still believe in love in the future? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—"
Fyodor: "..."
"Be quiet."
"Furthermore, I never said that I liked her if she were a girl."
Moreover, he didn't believe the cat just because it was said to be male.
“Oh.” Gogol nodded thoughtfully.
…………
For the next few days, Kawakami Wakana didn't dare to open the Jinjiang app.
Even if the other person blocked or deleted her because of her comment "I'm actually a boy," it would just mean that she had seen through someone. But the thought that the Lucia was the person who understood her best made her somewhat unwilling to accept this outcome.
It wasn't until the start of the second semester that Hinata Natsu took the initiative to ask her how the photos were going, and Ruoyi realized that she hadn't been on Jinjiang Literature City for many days.
I guess I should log in and take a look.
Thinking this, she opened the account, only to find that the other party had only replied with a single "okay". She tried sending an emoji, which also showed that it could be sent successfully.
call……
Kawakami Wakana breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps she really thought the term "online friend" was too scary.
Until Ruoyi suddenly discovered—
Wait a moment!
Isn't the Lucia's head a purple rat?
Why did it turn into her... oh no, "him"?!
…………
Fyodor once again worked through the night staring at his computer until dawn. Just as he was finally starting to feel sleepy and preparing to go to bed, he was woken up by a phone call from Gogol.
"What is it?" He had no patience whatsoever.
“Didn’t you leave your phone with me yesterday, Dostoevsky?” Gogol said bluntly. “Thank me! I just did a good deed.”
Fyodor: "...?"
He had a bad feeling about it.
Subconsciously, Fyodor clicked on "Jinjiang" and immediately saw his profile picture in the upper left corner.
A boy with blue eyes and orange hair.
"...??"
[Author's Note]
To borrow Dazai's words
Fei Jia, you really have met some good friends!
I absolutely have to recommend this idea! It's from my best friend.
I've pre-ordered some content; I want to watch it (?).
"My Online Boyfriend Can't Be Two People?"
My online boyfriend is very handsome. Although I have never seen his picture, I am convinced that he must be a handsome guy.
He is very gentle and warm-hearted. When chatting, he will report on his work progress and occasionally send photos of himself helping an old lady cross the road.
[Image: An orange-haired boy helping an elderly woman cross the street.]
During our time together, I also discovered that he was secretly a romantic at heart; he would buy me whatever I asked for without asking why.
This made me feel somewhat heavy-hearted, yet I couldn't refuse.
But recently, I discovered that my boyfriend seems to have a dual personality.
During the day, he can be a little arrogant at times, and he gets flustered when teased. He also talks to me about work, which is very cute.
He would become very melancholy at night, and when I comforted him, he would whine and complain to me about his work and partner, which was also very cute.
But one day, looking at the thousands of gift boxes in my house, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and had a pang of conscience.
I don't want to continue living like this with him.
With this in mind, I broke up with my online boyfriend of three years and returned all the gifts he had given me.
On the very day I broke up with him and he blocked me, my bank card received a large transfer of 1 million yuan and two additional messages.
Did I do something wrong? I'll come find you; we need to talk.
"Are you just going to abandon me like this...? This hurts me so much. Is this money enough to make up for it?"
I was terrified when I received the message and immediately ran to the detective agency next door for help.
Just as I finished explaining the situation, a black-haired man in a brown shirt suddenly pushed open the door and shoved aside the person across from me who was taking notes.
And under the other person's angry gaze, he gripped my hands tightly and said with unwavering conviction:
I will definitely help you get rid of this persistent ex-boyfriend.
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