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"kindness."
"How can that be? Why don't you come and live with me? I don't want my parents to worry. If the two of us are together, there shouldn't be any problems."
When Nagase Tsukiyo said this, she had no ulterior motives. She simply felt that this would be better, so that the two of them could take care of each other in Tokyo without causing their families worry or trouble.
This suggestion made Kanzaki Eri glance at Tsukiyo's face. Her eyes were clear and transparent, without a trace of impurity, and even her expression was naturally gentle, without any deliberate affectation.
Saito Harutori had suggested this to her before, and although she could benefit from it, Kanzaki Eri could clearly feel the "selfishness" in it.
Only the words spoken under the moonlight reveal a kind of innocence and purity.
"Huili?"
Perhaps seeing that Kanzaki Eri had been thinking for too long, Nagase Tsukiyo's tone sounded somewhat somber.
She wasn't angry at Eri's reaction, but rather worried, because she was genuinely afraid that Eri would be targeted by bad people while she was alone in Tokyo.
Of course, she herself was unaware that she was being targeted.
"Qingniao also told me this not long ago."
"Sunny Bird?"
The two stopped at the same time, because they were only a short distance away from home.
"kindness."
Eri Kanzaki's pupils moved slightly up and down, as if she were sizing up Tsukiyo Nagase, who was wearing a tracksuit.
Her body looks better in JK uniforms than in sportswear.
Nagase Tsukiyo was quite surprised by what she heard; she hadn't expected Saito Haruka to make this suggestion to Eri.
"Why didn't Ke Qingniao come to talk to me about this? I was clearly here too!"
By the time she realized what was happening, the stupid thing had already come out of Nagase Tsukiyo's mouth.
It's such an obvious truth, because of Kitahara-sensei.
In Nagase Tsukiyo's mind, Saito Harukori's love for Kitahara-sensei had reached the point of obsession after her redemption.
She would seize any opportunity to get close to him.
Even if it meant living with Eri Kanzaki in Tokyo, I would choose to accept it.
The reason why she didn't choose to "live together" with him was because Saito Haruka personally felt that Kanzaki Eri was a higher priority in Kitahara-sensei's mind.
An indescribable sense of frustration welled up inside her. Harutori should be the one being blamed, but Nagase Tsukiyo felt as if she were the one being whipped.
"Are the three of us going to live together?"
Eri Kanzaki asked in a weak, listless voice.
This kind of thing…
Nagase Tsukiyo didn't know how to react, her tone was poorly controlled, and her fingernails dug into her skin. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)
What was originally a very ordinary question turned into something she couldn't answer in an instant.
Eri's gaze remained fixed on her face, as if trying to discern her true thoughts, making Nagase Tsukiyo feel breathless for a moment.
"I think we should discuss this after the exam; it seems like that's still a bit too far off."
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes held a hint of unease and melancholy, and her posture with one arm crossed revealed her tension and embarrassment.
Seeing her reply, Eri Kanzaki smiled faintly, raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly:
“That’s great.”
"What?" Nagase Tsukiyo didn't quite understand what she meant.
At that moment, several young people dressed in autumn clothes were riding bicycles on the road, the "clattering" sound of the chains echoing in the emptiness.
With her arms hanging at her sides, Eri Kanzaki parted her soft, cherry-like lips and said:
"The moonlit night is still the same moonlit night as before, I like it."
These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Nagase Tsukiyo's heart. An unprecedented tension and helplessness made her freeze in place, and the sound of the bicycle chain in her ears was particularly jarring.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something to hide her shame and nervousness, but she found herself speechless.
Nagase Tsukiyo could only smile bitterly, quietly lowering her gaze, intending to accept everything with an expression of resignation, no different from that of an adult.
"Hmm: Let's go back, it's so cold outside."
"kindness."
Eri Kanzaki suppressed her smile, nodded expressionlessly, and turned to walk into the courtyard of her house.
Nagase Tsukiyo walked calmly to her front door, took out her keys, lowered her head, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes, and her gaze fell to the tips of her shoes.
As if afraid that someone might be watching from outside, Nagase Tsukiyo quickly closed the door after opening it.
"how so
Nagase Tsukiyo's lips were tightly pressed together, as if she was trying to suppress her inner emotions. She was as if she was being weighed down by some invisible burden and could not breathe. She squatted on the ground.
Is it really true, as Huili said, that I haven't changed at all from beginning to end?
This change, which never happened from beginning to end, even pleased Huili.
Chapter 321, Section 320: The Magic That Makes It Sense (6 in 2) >>
"Mmm-one-one"
Nagase Tsukiyo sat on the entrance floor, her long legs pressed tightly together, the space between them completely devoid of any light.
She remembered that time in the library, before their relationship had been rebuilt, when Eri said to her—
"With someone like you, Kitahara-sensei will never like you in his entire life."
Although it was initially described as "selfish," the words were vividly imprinted in Nagase Tsukiyo's mind.
Could it be that Kitahara-sensei prefers girls like Harutori and Eri to girls like her?
Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense; Qingniao is proactive and has a great figure.
Although Eri's figure is not as good as Haruno's, Kitahara-sensei treats her very well, which is obvious to all the club members.
And what about myself?
Nagase Tsukiyo squinted and bit her lower lip, her sneaker-clad feet slapping up and down as if she were angry with herself.
When no one is around, you can openly express your envy and jealousy.
The girl stared silently at the white laces on her sneakers, a sudden surge of violent emotion welling up inside her. She wanted to grab Eri's ear and tell her that she wasn't unchanged.
"Moonlit Night, what's wrong?"
Suddenly a voice came from behind. Nagase Tsukiyo turned around and saw her mother wearing a nightgown. Her long black hair was tied up, revealing her fair neck.
Mature and elegant, it also exudes a languid and charming flavor.
Nagase Tsukiyo thought more than once that her mother was too beautiful, and outsiders often said that she inherited her mother's good looks.
But she realized that she didn't seem to have the upper hand, because Kitahara-sensei wouldn't even glance at her.
"It's okay, I'm just tired from running." Nagase Tsukiyo rested her hands on her back, the cold tiles constantly dissipating the warmth from her palms.
Nagase's mother sat on the sofa, crossing her still fair and delicate legs, and said:
"Did Kitahara-sensei tell you when he's coming?"
"Not yet." Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers pulled on the white laces of her sneakers, and with a gentle tug, the bow came undone.
"Still not here?"
You could clearly hear Nagase's mother let out a "puff" and say, alternating between her legs.
"Shang Kui really should be taught a lesson; it wouldn't be good to give him too much face."
"mom!"
Nagase Tsukiyo turned her head away unhappily, her tone full of complaint, and said...
"Don't always treat him like that, he's very busy!"
Nagase's mother turned to look at her dismissively, a smug smile playing on her lips, and said:
"Is he very busy? Or is he with other girls? That's why he doesn't have time to teach you?"
Nagase Tsukiyo was speechless when her mother, who had suddenly become quite experienced, pointed it out. At her age, how could she possibly realize how naive and ignorant she was?
Next year she will be an adult, and a sudden, inexplicable anxiety welled up inside her. Nagase Tsukiyo felt a bit resentful towards the politicians who changed the legal age of adulthood to eighteen.
"Take the initiative to ask him when he is free. Don't wait for others to tell you and just obediently listen. You won't get anything that way. Once you enter society, you have to fight for everything yourself. Your father and I won't always be there to make things convenient for you."
Nagase's mother spread her hands, her gaze falling on the back of her hands.
Even though she's almost forty, thanks to her excellent skincare, her skin looks like that of a young girl, except for the wrinkles around her joints.
Nagase Tsukiyo bent down, resting her chin on her knees, and gently tugged at her toes, which were covered in white socks.
Unlike the slightly cold feeling on your fingers, the fabric feels warm.
“You should use the skincare products I buy for you regularly. These things are sometimes for your own use, but not just for your own viewing.”
Nagase's mother got up from the sofa, picked up the nail clippers on the table, and said, "Anyway, you are the most beautiful, and Eiji is my darling."
After she finished speaking, she went upstairs and into her room. Nagase Tsukiyo's face flushed slightly. She had never underestimated her appearance, but Kitahara-sensei seemed uninterested in her.
“Hmm
"
Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers hooked around the white sock at her ankle, slowly pulling it down to reveal her smooth, white instep. Her skin appeared exceptionally delicate under the light.
She stood up barefoot, and the warmth and slight dampness of her feet condensed into footprints on the tile surface.
It's incomplete; only the outline of the forefoot and toes is vaguely visible, and the edges are blurred.
She took a shower in her pajamas, returned to her room, and went straight to the soft bed without pausing or making any unnecessary gestures.
Nagase Tsukiyo let her body lean forward, and with a dull thud, the bed sank slightly.
The girl's arms hung naturally at her sides, as if she had unloaded all her weight, letting fatigue and relaxation flow through her body.
What am I doing?