Chapter 87 Chapter 87 First Snow
After the midterm exam, Niou Masaharu trembled as he held up Yukimura's physics paper, which had scored 40 points. "No way! You can't give me such a difficult question just because Yukimura is gone?"
Xiangcheng was so depressed that she didn't even want to look up. "That being said, please don't tell Jingshi."
"What have you been busy with lately?"
Xiangcheng lay on the table and thought seriously: "It's about the same. Go home to feed the cat, eat, go to the club, come back to do homework..."
"I see," Xiangcheng suddenly realized, "I must have been chatting too much with Jingshi."
"Don't..." Niou grabbed her pigtail to stop her from saying anything that might affect her relationship with Yukimura. "Hey, is Sakurai free?"
Xiangcheng shook her head, Rika always seemed busy.
"Then I'll help you find a military advisor?"
Xiangcheng still shook her head: "No."
Telling Yanagi Renji would be the same as telling Seiichi. They were so close that her secret wasn't even a secret...
That afternoon, Renwang sneaked into her classroom again. Xiangcheng was curious about why he did that, but Renwang pulled out a stack of private school brochures and said, "I've painstakingly searched for these. Pick one!"
Has the situation gotten so bad that I need to find a private school... Xiangcheng stuffed all the brochures into her bag in anger.
Niou Masaharu rested his head on his arms and leaned back: "Come on, you must go~"
"I get it," Xiangcheng said dejectedly. "This weekend is completely gone."
"You have to learn to comfort yourself. You are much better than Chiye."
"I don't think it's comforting..."
Even so, when she was free on the weekend, Xiangcheng still went to two of the schools for trial lessons. One of the teachers had a more artistic teaching style, which reminded Xiangcheng of Yukimura, so she agreed on a class time with this teacher without much hesitation.
Weekly cram school became a regular part of Xiangcheng's life. The distance to the cram school also forced Xiangcheng to finally learn to ride a bicycle with the help of a few friends. After a few weeks of traveling back and forth, winter suddenly arrived in Kanagawa.
It was as if a cold wind blew through the night, and people had to put on thick coats.
Xiangcheng was no exception. Before she went to tutoring, her grandmother took out her coat, scarf and other belongings and helped her tidy them up one by one.
Xiangcheng felt that she was not that cold yet, but despite her grandmother's disapproving look, she still picked out a khaki college-style jacket, paired it with a yellow-brown plaid scarf, and put on thick cotton gloves before riding her bike out.
Because he was riding uphill, the air from his breath was stained with white mist. Xiangcheng was enjoying himself like smoking, and he didn't park the bike until he arrived downstairs of the cram school, feeling very happy.
She turned her head to look at the pale sunlight and took a picture of Yukimura.
[It feels like it’s going to snow in Tokyo!]
After waiting for a while, the message was still unread. Xiangcheng thought to himself, this guy said yesterday that there was a training camp. Could his phone have been confiscated again?
There shouldn't be any outstanding fees.
Xiangcheng remembered that last month, because the network at home was not stable, she turned off the wifi and kept using data to chat. After Yukimura said that he was going to train for a day, she put down her phone and didn't use it anymore.
It wasn't until two days later when there was still no news from Yukimura that she turned on her phone - within two minutes, she received a notification that the recharge had arrived and a reminder of 999+ new messages.
Ah... no wonder there's been no news! Xiangcheng, who was absorbed in studying physics, thought guiltily.
Then came the transatlantic call from Yukimura: "Stupid Xiangcheng, don't you even realize you're in arrears?"
...I feel very ashamed.
Only after Xiangcheng realized that Yukimura had bombarded her with countless messages, and had asked her if she was angry, and had made several calls but the service area was out of range, did Yukimura Seiichi think of this possibility.
Xiangcheng never cared about her phone bill again - Yukimura Seiichi paid for a year.
Before entering the classroom, she looked at it again and found it was still unread.
Accompanied by the greetings from teachers and classmates, Xiangcheng quickly adjusted his state and overcame today's difficulties.
After three hours of physics training, Xiangcheng finished the last problem and was suddenly interrupted by the girl next to him: "Look, there's a handsome guy downstairs!"
Xiang Cheng packed her things slowly and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, I know!"
"He's really handsome! Ah... looks familiar?"
"Really?" Xiangcheng put all the books into her schoolbag, took out her bicycle keys, and thought about what to eat for lunch today.
"Jieyuan, seems to be your boyfriend?"
Xiangcheng was startled for a moment, then felt that it was impossible: "No way!" Then he stood up and looked over.
A dark coat, a scarf that matched hers, and purple hair...
Who else could it be if not Yukimura Seiichi?
Xiangcheng rushed downstairs in a hurry, ignoring the girl behind him calling out, "Did you take your things?"
Only after walking down the last step did Xiangcheng slow down his pace and stare closely at the person who was looking up at the window of the cram school.
Then he rushed forward and hugged the person.
Yukimura Seiichi was pushed back two steps by the force of her attack before he regained his balance: "Kaoru seems to be getting stronger."
Xiangcheng sniffed the scent on his body and keenly discovered that it was no longer the scent of daisies.
Like wisteria.
Yukimura Seiichi, who couldn't hear the sound, held up her head and said, "I thought... Kaoru would cry out of excitement."
"No way."
Xiangcheng was thinking: How did he find a cram school? Did Niou Masaharu let it slip?
Yukimura Seiichi tapped her head skillfully: "I went to your house to look for you. This is the address your grandmother gave me."
"Oh!" Xiangcheng was relieved: "I can't even learn physics well without you."
Yukimura Seiichi's low laugh rang through his chest: "40 points?"
"Ah? How do you know?" Xiangcheng rested her chin on his shoulder, refusing to look at his face.
Touching the jewelry on her earlobe, Yukimura Seiichi said, "This is not a secret, right? Everyone knows it~"
"What?"
Xiangcheng was shocked: "Impossible!"
Yukimura lowered his head and laughed quietly again.
After a long while, the girl who sat at the same table with Xiangcheng came down with something and interrupted them.
"Excuse me—" she said, standing at the door of the building, "But we have to lock the door. Where are your things, Jieyuan?" She picked up Xiangcheng's bag and shook it.
Xiangcheng stepped forward and said, "Thank you so much for troubling you!"
"It's okay," the girl said softly, winking. "If I had a boyfriend this handsome, I wouldn't care about anything else. Ah, he's really even more handsome than the one on your screensaver!"
Orange... I still don't know how to continue with this.
Yukimura came over and put his arm around her waist, taking the bag from her with his other hand: "Thank you, classmate."
The girl let out a cowardly "Ah" and turned and ran away.
…
Xiangcheng looked at her shy back and couldn't help laughing.
Yukimura leaned forward and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Xiangcheng was very generous: "You are from far away, you have the final say."
"Grilled fish?"
Xiangcheng nodded in agreement.
Yukimura Seiichi got on her bike, still wearing her furry gloves, and she swung her legs sideways on the back seat with her hands in Yukimura's coat pockets.
——Actually, if Yukimura Seiichi was still at Rikkai University, this would probably be a daily routine.
Yukimura Seiichi's ability to pick fish bones has not deteriorated despite the high-protein, fat-reducing meals he has been eating in the past few months. As soon as the fish is served, he consciously starts to remove the bones.
Xiangcheng was sitting opposite him and suddenly felt like she was dreaming.
She stretched out her finger and poked the back of Yukimura's hand. Yukimura looked up at her with a smile: "What's wrong?"
"Let me confirm whether you are a real person."
Yukimura also tickled her pinky finger: "Does it look like a real person?"
“It seems a little bit unreal.”
"Why did you come back so suddenly?"
Yukimura stopped what he was doing, took one of her hands and pressed it against his face: "Do you want to pinch it?"
Xiangcheng pinched it and watched the handsome face deform slightly.
Yukimura then spoke again: "I'm going to Australia for training and preparation. I left a few days early."
"Hmm... a few days."
Yukimura kissed the palm of her hand, and both of them fell silent.
"Forget it," Xiangcheng quickly cheered up: "It will be fine in a few days."
Yukimura calmed down and began to look for the fishbone again.
Only when you meet again after a long separation will you feel that time flies so fast.
It was just the time it took to digest the food at the beach when the sky seemed to darken.
The bicycle was placed next to the bench, and two people sat on the chairs, watching the thick clouds gathering over the sea.
"It's going to snow."
"Um."
Although it was getting colder, neither of them could say the words "go home".
Just sit there and wait for the first snow in Kanagawa.
As they chatted idly, finally, the snowflakes fluttered lightly and landed on the tip of Yukimura's nose.
Xiangcheng broke free from his hand and gently touched the tip of his nose.
When their eyes met, the waves of the Kanagawa Sea seemed to surge in their eyes.
Xiangcheng's smile was a little forced, but she still leaned forward and bit the tip of his nose.
It seemed that only in this way could she be sure that today was not a dream.
Her teeth rubbed upwards, and Yukimura let her do as she pleased, closing his eyes obediently.
Finally, finally, she kissed Yukimura Seiichi's eyelids. Unable to bear the itch, he opened his eyes trembling several times.
Her tears fell into his eyes.
Then it flowed down his eye sockets and onto his cheeks.
He silently wrapped his arms around her body.
"Don't cry."
"sorry."
Xiangcheng's sobbing became louder and louder and lasted for a long, long time.
"Why are you so hard to comfort?" Yukimura Seiichi wiped the tears from her face and said, "Stop crying."
Xiangcheng pursed her lips and said, "I didn't cry when you weren't here."
"I know," Yukimura gently pressed the corner of her eyes: "But... I'm afraid you will cry."
"You didn't even cry then."
Yukimura laughed: "It's not impossible, we can just hug each other and cry."
That’s a bit… Xiangcheng sniffed.
"Okay," Yukimura Seiichi covered her eyes, "If you cry any more, your eyes will get swollen."
Xiangcheng's eyelashes brushed across the palm of his hand, feeling itchy and cool.
Like today's snowflakes.
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