Chapter 45
The brave Nakamori Akimi immediately gave up, lowered his body and got out in an instant.
"The atmosphere is already so tense, it would be awkward if I didn't say something."
Nakamori Akimi made a forced defense.
"Don't you harbor evil intentions towards me?"
After hearing this narcissistic speech, Nakamori Akimi sighed and began to shift the blame.
"Can you blame me for this? It was you who pounced on me first. I was just mesmerized by your beauty and made a small mistake."
“Victim Blaming?”
Atobe Keigo curled the corners of his lips in a half-smile, pointing out her unreasonable behavior.
"Don't make it sound so serious. Okay, I admit it. It's my fault. I shouldn't have coveted your beauty. I was so lustful. I'm guilty and I repent."
Nakamori Akimi wiped her tears hypocritically, thinking that Atobe Keigo would never make things difficult for a girl who was crying sadly. The next second, her forehead felt hot.
Keigo Atobe gently pressed a finger against her forehead, and without exerting much force, he forced her entire face to lift up.
"Nakamori," Atobe Keigo looked at the tears in her eyes and said helplessly, "Perhaps you can try your luck in the drama club. With your acting skills, the reading club is a bit underappreciated."
"I'm a literary girl, please don't ruin my character, okay?"
Only at this time did she remember her initial acquaintance.
"The Manzai Club is also suitable for you."
"...I think the tennis club is also suitable for me."
Nakamori Akimi put on a fake smile, she just didn't believe that Atobe Keigo could continue.
"It's not impossible. I allow you to do odd jobs."
She really had no idea what to do. Nakamori Akimi pulled out her forehead with a "smack". When she felt like she had lost all hope in life, something suddenly flooded into her head.
"Atobe."
She looked at Keigo Atobe's hand hesitantly.
"Um?"
"You just stood there in such a dirty place, did you wipe your hands?"
"Ah well, do you mind?"
Atobe Keigo looked at his dark palms, then at the big black spot on Nakamori Akimi's forehead, and asked with an obvious smile.
After he said that, Nakamori Akimi had no idea what was going on. She immediately took out a small mirror and looked at herself. The sudden dark spot on her carefully made-up face gave her an instant heart attack.
"My makeup..." Nakamori Akimi touched the black spot with a shaking hand, wanting to cry but unable to. "And my clothes! Atobe, please help me take a look. I'm wearing a white T-shirt today! How am I going to face people when I go out? People will think I rolled on the ground!"
Nakamori Akimi quickly turned around, revealing her back covered in black wall dust, and it looked exactly as she said.
"Isn't it dirty? If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have chosen this haunted house. I should have chosen the one with a vampire castle theme. After all, it's definitely cleaner there."
Just as she was muttering and complaining, she heard a very light laugh: "Idiot."
"Idiot?! You have no humanity, Atobe. You hurt me like this and you still scold me?"
Nakamori Akimi turned around angrily and accused him, but in response a coat fell from the sky, just covering her back covered with black marks.
"Then as compensation, I'll give you a gift."
This guy is really rich and inhumane!
Nakamori Akimi thought so as he tugged at his coat.
After the one-day trip to the amusement park ended successfully, Nakamori Akimi received compensation from Atobe Keigo before leaving.
"What is this?" Nakamori Akimi opened the gift and looked at it. "Perfume?"
She glanced at the small print at the bottom again, "Rose of Thorns? There really is such a brand!"
Nakamori Akimi blurted out in shock, and by the time she realized what she had said, it was too late.
"As expected, you didn't tell the truth that day." Atobe Keigo exposed her lie and gave her a meaningful look, but he didn't delve into it. "Go back and try it. It smells good."
Since it caught the eye of Keigo Atobe, it must taste good.
After returning home, Akimi Nakamori tried it. The sprayed liquid had the scent of morning dew and roses. The refreshing feeling that hit her face was completely different from the sweet fragrance in her mouth. No wonder her lie was seen through by Keigo Atobe.
"A rose with thorns..."
It smells the same as the jacket.
Nakamori Akimi lay in bed, the lingering fragrance flowing through her pores into her limbs and torso, allowing her to see the morning roses in her dreams and glimpse their hazy silhouettes.
***
It's a new week again. Fuji has been dealt with and Shiraishi has been sent away. The only thing left to deal with is the one from Rikkai University.
But... there is no progress at all!
Feeling desolate, Nakamori Akimi went on another business trip to Rikkai University. She didn't know what Rikkai University thought of her, a Tokyo native who went to other people's schools for no reason. Anyway, after discussing the final competition arrangements with Yanagi Renji, she was exhausted and didn't want to think about anything.
The main reason was that her schedule had been too full recently and she was tired, not to mention that when she left the Rikkai University Student Council President's office, Nakamori Akimi ran into one of the suspects, Yagyu Hiroshi.
Yagyu really couldn't get anything out of him, so Nakamori Akimi politely greeted him and wanted to leave.
"Nakamori-san," Yagyu Hiroshi called out to her, a rare gesture. "The perfume smells very unique. Is it rose?"
Really, it's strange...
Nakamori Akimi, who originally didn't want to waste time here, rolled her eyes. She remembered that Yagyu Hiroshi loved reading mystery novels. In that case... she suddenly thought of a somewhat dirty way of testing.
"Yeah, it's from my boyfriend. It's an anniversary gift."
"Boyfriend, Atobe?"
"Atobe?" Nakamori Akimi pretended to be guilty. "I guess so. I didn't expect you, Yagyu-san, to be such a gossip. I thought people like you wouldn't care about such things."
Her slightly awkward and unnatural state revealed her true thoughts: she was lying.
Yagyu Hiroshi, who was used to observing micro-expressions, caught her unusual look.
Not Atobe...
"I've only heard of it before and was a little curious. Sorry, I was rude."
Yagyu Hiroshi still did not reveal any emotion, and Nakamori Akimi was not sure what his attitude was until he left.
"He's such an unpredictable person..." Nakamori Akimi stroked his chin, smiling inscrutablely. "If he really knew what happened in the past four seasons, and knew that I'm a two-faced person, he'd definitely be emotionally unstable in the face of such provocation."
But nothing happened.
"5744, you still can't view Tsukishima Sakuramu's save files?"
We haven't cracked the opponent's attack yet, but with your current strategy points accumulated, Miss Nakamori, you can check the ending after you have used them all. You might get something in return.
"Use all of it? What will happen after all the strategy points are used up? Could it be that Atobe has inexplicably lost his memory and is now back to his original state?"
This game has too many past records, and Nakamori Akimi has a conditioned distrust of its proposal.
[No, the strategy value is just a number. It only represents the high or low value. Cold numbers cannot measure feelings. Every deepening of a relationship starts from zero, so don't worry about such a thing happening~]
Hiss—this is the most rare thing today. It actually spoke human words?
Nakamori Akimi fell silent. She suddenly remembered the days when she played B-sports day and night.
[Ms. Nakamori?]
"Switch it, switch it. I want to see what kind of ending Tsukishima Sakuramu achieved that week."
[Strategy points exchanged successfully, the system is querying, please wait patiently.]
With their efficiency, it would probably take a long time. Nakamori Akimi looked at the time. She and Kirihara Akaya had a dinner appointment today, which was at the most famous BBQ buffet in Kanagawa.
"Nakamori-senpai, here, here!"
Kirihara Akaya, who was extremely excited because he passed all the exams, waved at her vigorously.
As soon as he stepped into the store, Nakamori Akimi attracted everyone's attention, smiled politely, and quickly sat down.
Then I was stunned by the table full of meat.
It’s a buffet, but that’s too much!
"Nakamori-senpai, even though you told me to order whatever I wanted, I don't know what you like, so I ordered everything. Just pick what you like."
"Well, Kirihara, don't be fooled by my height. I don't actually eat a lot."
Nakamori Akimi expressed his concerns tactfully.
If she can't finish it, she'll be fined. Although she didn't pay for it, she's being too casual!
"It's okay, Senior. Leave the rest to me."
Nakamori Akimi stared at Kirihara Akaya's physique and fell into deep thought. Should I leave it to him? Is this really possible?
Facts have proved that you can't judge a sporty boy by his appearance. It is no exaggeration to say that Kirihara Akaya eats at least twice as much as she does.
The boys at the table next to them were even more exaggerated. Piles of barbecued meat were brought up, but they were eaten at the speed of light. The speed at which the food was served was not even as fast as the speed at which they ate.
However, there is an exception.
The yellow-haired boy bit his handkerchief and looked at the people at the same table eating heartily, while there was only a small plate of lettuce in front of him.
It's a bit miserable, and also a bit familiar.
"That's too much, Senior. You knew I was on a diet, but you still dragged me over for barbecue."
He chewed the lettuce dryly, tastelessly, and his stomach growled even more cheerfully.
"It's rare for us to come back to see you when we don't have classes, and you're still so talkative."
The bold senior pressed his head hard, and his hair was smooth and much more fluffy than his own dry hair.
"You have such great hair, what shampoo do you use?"
"I've been using the one I endorse lately, the one from Sakurada. I just happened to get a lot of samples. Do you want one? It's super good!"
What's with all of this sudden advertising? And, well... it looks more and more familiar.
"You're still thinking about your endorsement at a time like this. Is this what a model's professionalism looks like?"
Model? Nakamori Akimi suddenly had an idea and a name flashed through his mind.
"Kise Ryouta!?"
Don't get me wrong, although the shout came from their table, it wasn't her who shouted, so it could only be...Kirihara Akaya?!
Nakamori Akimi and the people at the next table all looked over, their eyes filled with the same shock.
No matter how you think about it, it doesn't seem right that the person who only cares about tennis and games would shout out this name!
Kirihara Akaya, who was currently fighting with the barbecue, immediately swallowed the barbecue in his mouth, stood up and pointed at him excitedly, "You are Kise Ryota, right? The famous model!"
"That's right, it's me." Huang Lailiang was a little surprised. Could this be a rare male fan of his? "Are you my fan?"
"It wasn't me, it was my sister. She likes you and her room is full of your magazine photos, so I was able to recognize you."
Kirihara Akaya realized belatedly that he was too excited, scratched his head, and sat back down.
"So that's how it is," the handsome young man, whose style suddenly changed, lifted his golden hair and gazed at the supposed "sister," Nakamori Akimi, with golden eyes. He exuded a mature man's aura. "Do you need an autograph, Miss?"
"ha?"
Why did he suddenly change his appearance? Kirihara Akaya was unable to react in time, his eyebrows twisted together, and he looked stunned.
"Kise, you bastard, be normal!"
After being punished by his senior who couldn't stand it, Kise Ryota instantly returned to his original silly style.
“It hurts, it hurts, Kasamatsu-senpai, please be gentler!” Kise Ryota huddled up with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. “Please at least give me some face in front of my fans, senior——”
Nakamori Akimi, who was mistaken for Kirihara Akaya's sister, said: "She remembers Kise Ryouta as the 'most popular man in Kanagawa'? So how did he get chosen?"
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