Shiina Chizuru's eyes widened even more forcefully.
But unfortunately, Hayato in front of her seemed oblivious to her emotions, still turning his head to say something to Kobayashi Ayaka.
"Ugh—"
Shiina Chizuru's cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish defending itself: "Hmph!"
Shiina Chizuru swung her arm.
Forget it, who wants to bother with you anyway.
What's my relationship with you? It's best if you ignore me, I'm happy to have peace and quiet!
Shiina Chizuru told herself.
She turned to leave with her usual brisk steps.
But after walking a few steps, she still looked back, somewhat concerned.
Kobayashi Ayaka was tilting her head back heartily, gulping down the carbonated drink being poured into her mouth.
My drink! I bought it! Shiina Chizuru protested countless times in her heart.
As if her feelings were conveyed, Kobayashi Ayaka paused, then put down the can and looked at Shiina Chizuru in confusion.
"?"
Their gazes met, and Shiina Chizuru, as if pricked by a needle, immediately averted her head.
Facing Kobayashi Ayaka with her small back.
Even though she was short, she straightened her back to avoid being outdone.
"Is this what a model is like? She's really beautiful." Shiina Chizuru, despite an inexplicable hostility towards Kobayashi Ayaka, genuinely admired Ayaka's beauty and outstanding figure.
In contrast… Shiina Chizuru tried to glance back, catching a glimpse of her own fair, beautiful legs with her peripheral vision.
Then she looked at what was under her own skirt; it was also quite fair, but the length was not in the same dimension.
"No, that's not right."
Shiina Chizuru continued to pout her stubborn little mouth. A person's worth isn't determined by the length of their legs.
Only Shiina Chizuru herself was a bit confused; she used to not care about these things.
"Oh, right. Remember to send me a text message after you get home," Hayato reminded her.
Shiina Chizuru gritted her teeth but didn't reply.
"I will send it to you!"
She took quick, short steps, accelerating her pace, and clattered towards the school gate.
"Who is she?" Kobayashi Ayaka asked, glancing sideways.
Kurashiki Reina also noticed them and looked over with her emerald green eyes.
She didn't speak, adopting a posture that suggested, "I don't really care, but since you're going to talk, I'll just listen casually."
"A friend I just met," Hayato said.
Kobayashi Ayaka looked at the gradually departing Shiina Chizuru, then nodded with a hint of realization:
"She's very cute."
"She's just a bit silly," Hayato said. "But fortunately, she's already been corrected for now."
Kobayashi Ayaka took another sip of her decorative cola, and after smacking her lips from the carbonation, she said lightly, "As expected of you."
Hayato: "Huh?"
"Nothing," Kobayashi Ayaka continued to sip from the can.
Although she was drinking a carbonated drink, her mind was very clear.
The little girl was cute, but what good was cute? Could she be cuter than Miyajima?
She knew full well.
There was only one Hayato in the world. If it came to a one-on-one competition, she was not as emotional as Nanao Akane, nor as logical as Miyajima Sakura.
She couldn't win him over.
But in other words, if he was willing to have one more confidante, her chances of getting on board would increase.
There is only one moon, but the moon is willing to shed moonlight.
She was willing to be someone bathed in moonlight.
As for bitterness? Jealousy?
She wasn't Hayato's official girlfriend, so these things should be left for the girlfriend to worry about.
"Nanao-san, I'll leave it to you."
Thinking of this, Kobayashi Ayaka smiled slyly.
"According to the plan, can others achieve this level of resolve!?"
Kobayashi Ayaka still wanted to say something casual to Hayato.
"Ayaka-san, it's time to work."
The plump Photographer scurried over, sweat beading on his fleshy face.
Then he stood still in front of Hayato and Kobayashi Ayaka.
Although his build was wide, he wasn't very tall, about five or six centimeters shorter than Kobayashi Ayaka.
Most people develop vertically, but this one was clearly a genius, the kind who developed horizontally.
"Oh…" Kobayashi Ayaka handed the can to Hayato. "Then you hold onto this for me."
"Okay."
Kobayashi Ayaka was still uneasy and instructed, "Hey, you're not allowed to secretly drink it."
Hayato sneered, "What do you take me for?"
"Please, drinking this stuff is practically a desecration of the throat."
Kobayashi Ayaka gave him a sidelong glance.
"That's good then," she said.
"Or, hand it to me…" The Photographer chuckled foolishly, thinking Kobayashi Ayaka genuinely didn't trust the young man in front of her.
"Damn it, lick it for me! I allow it! Aren't boys more charming when they do perverted things!" Ayaka thought to herself. Then she heard the Photographer's question: "Huh? What did you say?"
"I said, hand it to me for safekeeping…" The Photographer repeated.
"It's time to help Ayaka-san," the Photographer thought. "She saved me before (beating up hooligans in the flower field, around 318-320), so this time, I'll share Ayaka-san's worries."
Kobayashi Ayaka gave the Photographer a strange look: "I won't trouble you. This matter… you should still be good at it, right?"
She then looked at Hayato again.
She would just say it directly: she was a face-worshipper.
From the moment Kobayashi Ayaka joined the team, she had been wary of this plump Photographer.
The reason for her vigilance wasn't that the Photographer was ugly—even though his appearance was indeed somewhat devastating—but what was more uncomfortable was the lewd glint that often shot from his bead-like eyes.
Kobayashi Ayaka felt that her ability to endure without drawing her sword was already a sign of purity and detachment.
"Making money, it's not shameful.jpg"
"That's like carrying millet in your crotch, it's natural," Hayato said, holding the can in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other.
"Alright, let's get to work," Kobayashi Ayaka said.
Ah~~~
The Photographer was still in a state of reverie.
"She's afraid of troubling me, unwilling to give me heavy work, she cares about me."
The Photographer had been in this line of work for many years, seeing all sorts of girls, and many lewd ones too.
There were unwritten rules in their profession; many students would arrange private shoots but were unwilling or unable to pay, so many were willing to pay with their bodies—many had criticized this phenomenon, but given Japan's national conditions, criticism was useless.
In the Photographer's view, although Kobayashi Ayaka didn't belong to this type, she was similar.
At least one characteristic was the same—'no money'.
He had originally intended to use his photography skills to hook Ayaka-san, promising her better photos and better exposure to win her affection. After all, if one wanted to make money, a crucial prerequisite was to first become famous.
What he hadn't expected was that Ayaka-san not only saved him before.
Now she even cared about him.
"I'm not in a one-sided love; it's mutual love?" It was a wonderfully unprecedented beginning.
The Photographer excitedly licked his lips, then realized that after his tongue touched sweat, his entire tongue was filled with a salty taste.
He looked at Hayato with an impatient gaze, but maintained the proper etiquette in his question:
"Are you Ayaka-san's friend?"
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