There must be at least a dozen people on the diving department, and the personnel difference is very different. I don’t know what the fencing department thinks.

Ikawa looked at the foot of the mountain, but was more careful about Murata.

Because he knew that compared to the open and upright mountain, this loach that would occasionally knock on sticks from behind was even more troublesome.

"Just rely on you two? That guy Yamazaki is not here yet."

"And I am here!" Liang Jie's roar made people around him look at each other. He held several plastic steel pieces disguised as colorful sticks in his hand, and walked over with arrogant steps like a gangster. His posture seemed to be as confident as the more weapons they had.

Ikawa rubbed the corners of his eyes: "If I remember correctly, you are the second young master of Hanyu Group, right? Fighting is not the more weapons you hold, the more powerful you are. I remember you can't fight at all. You are very weak. We don't bully the younger generation. Now I can pretend that I didn't see you."

"Are you afraid of me or the Hanyu family?" Ryosuke smiled disdainfully.

What he is best at is self-destruction and attacking the heart.

Ikawa frowned, "Since we don't leave, don't blame us for being too heavy later."

After saying that, he turned his head and signaled several people from the fencing department to follow him.

Fighting in a group in the square, as long as you are a normal-minded person, you know that this is a taboo.

In particular, the conflict between the two clubs is limited to small-scale fights, and it has not increased to the level of blood in the hot-blooded colleges and universities.

This is just a group of rich and promising playboys at home, venting their excess energy.

On the other side, Yuki Ai walked slowly towards the stage under the affectionate gaze of Asuka.

When she passed by the girls in gorgeous dresses, it was the first time she felt what it was like to be jealous and envious.

Living in a dilapidated two-story cottage in the countryside, the scope of activities before going to high school was limited to the small prefecture in the countryside of Kanagawa.

Yuki, surrounded by mountains on three sides, was like a frog in the well. Since childhood, he only envied others, and the girl in the same class who was about the same age and had a happy family in the same village.

Rich people and rich children are too far away in her cognition, and they are not comparable at all, nor have the capital to envy.

A beggar will only be jealous of beggars who ask for more money than he asks for money, and will not be jealous of the richest man in the world.

When she got off the train for the first time and vomited in the trash can, she was lost among the gorgeous skyscrapers in Tokyo.

Here, there are so many things that she can envy—

The beautiful clothes in the roadside window made her envious, the office workers drinking coffee made her envious, and the peers who went shopping with their classmates after school made her envious...

She became the most inconspicuous one and couldn't envy her.

But today, a weekday lunch can satisfy Yukishi's expenses for love for a week, watching her grit her teeth;

The girl who had an exclusive driver picked her up and looked at the tenderness and sadness that did not belong to Asuka's eyes;

The girl in Class (E) who felt that she had finally had an opportunity looked at Ai Yuki, but she didn't understand how she lost to this rigid president who wore school uniforms in the cultural festival.

She became the envy of her usual envy.

Yuki Ai came to the stage with a substantive look. Asuka was very gentlemanly bent down and stretched out his hand, pulling her onto the stage with her thin calluses.

"Would you like to lead the dance with me?"

Asuka turned his back to the lights from the tall buildings in the distance, and there was only a shadow-covered face in Yuki Ai's eyes.

But even if you close your eyes, Yuki Ai can outline the outline of Asahikawa's face in her mind, and she even knows that there is a beauty mole on Asahikawa's left earlobe.

Because in the conference room of the first-year high school student union, she had been ecstatic when she looked at Asikawa's side face, who was scalded by the sunset, more than once.

The music club singing outside the window and the choir's worship slipped into the room along the ivy. The beautiful life made her feel that Asahikawa was probably not a human, but a god who was demoted to the mortal world like Kaguya, or a savior who saved the suffering.

"Why choose me? I'm stupid, I can't dance anyway... I'm not good-looking, and I don't have a gorgeous dress."

Although Ai Yuki said this, the hand that Aikawa held was not released.

This was completely subconscious. If she noticed this, she would definitely let go of her hand in panic and inferiority, and then take a few steps back to keep a distance from Asuka, right?

Tori River thought so.

So he held Yuki Ai's hand tighter.

In this way, she always avoids others' kind-hearted attempts to resist all of her alone, and she will never be able to escape.

I don’t need sympathy for others, and I want to gain equal feelings...

Asakawa looked at Yuki Ai with a firm look, thinking in his heart, I am so sorry Yuki Ai, my feelings for you are indeed derived from sympathy.

But I hope it will not be limited to sympathy in the future!

So, today I will not let you walk off this stage because of inferiority and return to the bench that you can’t even find even light!

"What's the matter? I'm wearing a school uniform?"

"Kanya-kun was obviously dancing with President Chuluo in a black shirt just now."

"What, it turns out you've been watching me." Asakawa smiled: "So, this is a school uniform that I specially changed for you. Wouldn't you give me a favor?"

Yuki Ai heard this, lowered his eyebrows slightly and whispered: "If Kanya-kun was out of sympathy, he would have no need to worry about me. I couldn't dance either, and after all, I didn't want to dance..."

While talking, she instinctively began to pull her hands back.

But it was too late.

Asuka held her hands very tightly.

"You are lying." Asuka said softly.

Without the eyes of God's righteousness, he can easily understand Yuki's love's heart.

The Akikawa, who knew the girl well, relied on the titles and abilities that Black Mizu later gave him.

He relies on his emotional intelligence and ability.

"Eh?" Yuki Ai looked up at Asikawa.

"Yukisam, you are actually envious of being able to enjoy graceful music and dance with your dance partner, right? You even envy of buying a can of Coke from a vending machine when you are thirsty, or buying beautiful headdresses in an accessories store without paying attention to the price."

"I……"

"As for why you didn't choose them, they chose you." Asahikawa glanced at the girls in the audience with a look of loss, and showed a very bright smile at Ai Yuki.

"Don't worry."

He said so.

It's just like the words Yuki Ai said when he insisted on paying his points in the supermarket.

Yuki Ai was also infected by Asikawa's smile, and she had the intention of bursting into tears to make a smile. She felt embarrassed and disappeared without a trace, and she had no resistance to Asikawa's invitation that came out of sympathy.

"You invited me but said I don't care... Kanya Jun is so unreasonable."

"When everyone is relaxing, Yukisan, don't always think about the truth. You should also indulge your tight heartstrings."

"Relax..." Yuki Ai thought of her mother.

She really wanted to enjoy the cultural festival, and wanted to be invited to dance with Kamiya Jun, and she didn't have to think about anything.

But my mother is about to have surgery.
Chapter completed!