Chapter 21
--Do you know your boyfriend?
Echizen Ryoma's question was like a small stone thrown into my originally calm heart, causing slight ripples.
Senior Cactus and I have known each other for three or four months now, but it seems like we have an unspoken understanding with each other. Unless the other party takes the initiative to share, we never ask each other about things related to three-dimensional life. We haven't even exchanged our real names.
Most of the time, we call each other seniors and juniors.
But I know a lot about him. I know he has excellent grades, speaks softly and kindly, and his hobbies are simple: sports, painting, and raising cacti...
By the way, he also has a pair of beautiful, bony hands.
Why use 'also'?
The image of Senior Fuji holding a teacup suddenly popped into my mind again.
The boy has a slender body, but although his body is lean under the sportswear, if you have seen him playing on the court, you will know how much energy is contained in that body.
His fingers are very long and thin. Years of exercise have not made his skin very dark, but rather very fair. Under the delicate texture of the skin, the blue veins are faintly visible.
Hands like that are not only suitable for holding a racket, but also for holding a paintbrush. With a face like that, it would be pleasing to the eye just by admiring it from a distance.
Senior Fuji's hands, like Senior Cactus's, can almost be called a work of art.
Thinking of this, I somehow opened the chat page with Senior Cactus and looked through the past chat records.
He had once shared his paintings with me, and I found the picture with almost no effort - there was an oil painting on the half-person-high easel, with colorful colors blended together in an orderly manner, and it seemed as if a spring garden really appeared before my eyes.
The key point is that in the lower left corner of the photo, the other person's hand is holding a paintbrush and is slightly drooping.
Equally slender, with a sense of bonyness and strength.
I stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt my cheeks getting hot.
Because at that moment, I actually felt that his hand was very similar to Senior Fuji's.
What kind of fantasy am I thinking?!
I quickly reached out and patted my hot cheeks, trying to clear out the chaotic thoughts in my mind.
It's just that everyone has very long and slender hands... Is it ridiculous to think that they might be the same person just because they have the same beautiful hands?
How is it possible!?
Not to mention the vast population of Japan, the probability is one in tens of millions... Besides, Senior Fuji has such outstanding appearance, he probably doesn't need to rely on the Internet like someone like me who crawls in the gutter.
I had to be very brave to mix them up for a day.
I'm sorry, Senior Fuji, I have unknowingly defiled your existence... Please don't blame me, you can't hear it anyway.
Besides, for someone like me who's so timid in real life but fiercely aggressive online, I imagine Cactus Senior himself is no different. While everyone appreciates beauty, I don't really care about my friends' looks. Even if they're truly unbearably ugly, as long as they have a heart of gold, that's all that matters.
But they say that appearance reflects the heart. Cactus speaks in such a gentle tone and is such a nice person, so I guess his temperament is also very good... Besides, with such a white and slender hand, I think he must be very white and have a thin body.
Will he have black hair like me?
If it's this white, black hair will look even whiter...
As I thought about this, a picture of a young man with black hair, black eyes and a thin figure automatically appeared in my mind. The young man's slender but powerful fingers held a paintbrush and painted on a piece of white paper.
I suddenly felt my heart beating faster, and I had more fantasies about the real Cactus senior, and more curiosity to explore.
What kind of person is Senior Cactus in real life?
What's his name?
It would be weird if I suddenly asked him his name...
At this time, Sister Xiong sent me a message to chat, and I told her my little troubles after some artistic processing...
[Nishijo Takato's Woman: Sister Xiong, my beloved Sister Xiong, my friend has a small problem and doesn't know what to do. She's brainstorming to see if anyone has any good ideas.]
【Xiongxiong: The friend you mentioned is you, right?】
I:……
Can you please stop talking to death?!
However, I still continued to be stubborn. As long as I denied it, no one could do anything to me.
[Nishijo Takato's woman: No, it's really a friend of mine.]
Fortunately, she didn't continue to ask questions.
【Xiongxiong: Let me hear what the problem is.】
So I told her the whole story. Sister Xiong was silent for a moment, and just when I was about to ask her what she thought, she replied.
[Xiongxiong: After listening to your story, there is only one sentence in my mind.]
【Xiongxiong: You’re done, you’ve fallen in love.】 ??? ? ? ? ! !
I immediately jumped out of bed and frantically started typing a reply.
[Nishijo Takato's woman: How is this possible!!!]
[Nishijo Takato's Woman: Where Does Love Come From?!]
【Xiongxiong: Why are you reacting so strongly? 】
[Nishijo Takato's woman: I'm just curious, how did this get to the point of falling in love?]
[Xiong Xiong: Tsk tsk tsk, haven't you heard that saying? Being curious about someone is the beginning of your fall... If you don't care about them at all, just treat them as a dispensable person, a fun thing to kill time on the internet, why would you care so much about their three-dimensional information: appearance, life, interests and hobbies... It's because you're attracted to them that you want to know more! Would you want to spend time to understand what that old bald math teacher likes and dislikes every day?]
That makes a lot of sense...
I really don't want to know what that old bald guy likes to do.
but--
[Nishijo Takato's wife: Sister Xiong, haven't you been single since birth? How come you know so much and act like a relationship expert?!]
[Xiong Xiong: I've read no fewer than 1,000 romance novels. Don't underestimate me!]
[Xiongxiong: Anyway, you're done. You're going to fall in love, my friend.]
No less than 1,000 books...
So cool!!!
but--
[Nishijo Takato's woman: When did I ever say that person was me?! I always said it was my friend! My friend!]
Also, Sister Xiong, you still haven’t answered my question about whether I should ask for the name or not!
*
The result was... instead of waiting for Sister Xiong's further reply, I received the usual greetings from Senior Cactus.
【Cute Cactus: Good evening, junior. 】
I immediately replied as usual:
[Nishijo Takato's woman: Good evening, senior!]
[Nishijo Takato's Woman: [Cat Rolling jpg.]]
However, the fact is that some people seem to be rolling around in their thoughts, but their brains are working at high speed, thinking about how to find out the names of their seniors without being noticed.
[Cute Cactus: My schoolmate seems to be in a good mood today.]
Eh?
[Cute Cactus: Because my schoolmate only posts this cat rolling sticker when she's in a good mood...]
You're quite observant...
But doesn’t this also indirectly confirm that Senior Cactus is actually paying attention to my movements?
I was secretly delighted and couldn't help but summarize to him what happened that day like a diary.
[Nishijo Takato's wife: Yeah, because I got to go out for some fresh air today... I even watched my friend's tennis match. I didn't understand much, but I thought he was pretty good. It seems like he's always been that good since he was a kid... Then, he, his teammates, and I went out for some delicious ramen...]
[Nishijo Takato's wife: Oh, and I met a senior who seems to also like to grow cacti... I exchanged some experiences and tips with him about growing cacti. I feel like if he's a senior, we should have a lot in common!]
[Nishijo Takato's wife: And that senior's eyes were so beautiful. Even though it was only for a few seconds, I felt his eyes were like a clear ocean... And his fingers were also very slender and long, just like yours.]
I was so excited that I lost control and said whatever came to my mind. By the time I came to my senses, the words had already been spoken.
What does "the same as yours, senior" mean? Isn't this telling him how I clicked on those pictures and zoomed in to observe his hands?
I really need help!!!
Fortunately, Senior Cactus didn't pay attention to these small details, but asked another question that I had never expected -
[Cute Cactus: So that senior is called Saijo Takato?]
Cute cactus: [Cat peeking jpg.]
I:! ! !
[Nishijo Takato's woman: No, no! Nishijo Takato is an actor. If you don't follow the entertainment industry, it's normal that you don't know him. I really like his work, so... hehehe... please don't misunderstand...]
Having said this, I suddenly had an idea.
Isn't this the perfect opportunity I've been waiting for?
[Nishijo Takato's wife: After all, I don't even know the senior's name... [cat's grievance jpg.]]
Well done!
Koizumi Na, you are really the smartest girl in the world!
[Cute Cactus: So, schoolmate, do you want to know my name? ]
Isn't the fish immediately hooked?
I smiled sinisterly and typed randomly—
[Nishijo Takato's woman: Can I know? ]
[Nishijo Takato's woman: If you don't mind, I'd definitely like to know!]
I am such a mediocre genius at clichés!
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