novellhall 18. There may even be three people present who have questions.
18. There may even be three people present who have questions.
After finishing everything, Genji Aoyama lay down on his bed. It was almost 1 a.m.
But he still didn't feel sleepy, and even began to review the day's events in his mind.
Having trouble sleeping?
That's not something he should be worried about.
I forget when it started, but Aoyama Genji lost the ability to dream, so his sleep quality is exceptionally good, and he gets deep sleep every day.
"If there hadn't been a system in the first place..."
Therefore, he most likely will not have any contact with Yuko Asahi.
And then what? Will Yuko Asahi one day suffer from hypoglycemia like Genji Aoyama and never wake up again?
Aoyama Genji had thought about this issue before, and yesterday he exercised his supervisory power to check whether Asahi Yuko had eaten lunch properly.
Okay, he's not being stubborn anymore here.
The answer to the question of whether to use a convenient app to pay back money does indeed take this into consideration, and it even accounts for a large proportion, though it is less than 100%.
For whatever reason—whether it was because he saw it as a gold mine, out of humanitarianism, or out of personal feelings—he did not want to see Yuko Asahi die.
Genji Aoyama admitted it.
Being responsible is one of his more prominent strengths out of a hundred.
Then a slightly more forceful approach might be worth trying.
"The things I ordered online will arrive tomorrow, and then I can take the first step."
Today, he has already created accounts on various platforms, including Nico Nico Douga in Japan, Ubisoft in the United States, and various mainstream social media. As for AC Station in the East, he wants to wait until he has gained some fame before joining.
He had even devised the code for the traffic flow.
Buzzing—
The sound of a cell phone vibrating came from under the pillow.
Did I disturb Yuko Asahi while I was taking a shower?
With this thought in mind, Genji Aoyama turned on his phone.
The vibration originated from LINE, but it was sent by someone else.
[Saki: Hello, please come to the Psychology Research Department after school tomorrow afternoon, from 15:30 PM to 16:00 PM.]
Saki Izumo's profile picture is a chibi version of a bass, and she has become familiar with this instrument thanks to her mastery of music theory.
[Qingshan: Understood.]
It seems he's not the only one still awake this late.
Just as he was about to exit the chat interface and turn off the screen to go to sleep, another message came in.
[Saki: Huh? You're still awake?]
So, knowing it's bedtime, why send messages? What are you trying to do?
Genji Aoyama didn't want to reply, but LINE's read receipt function was just too amazing.
It would be impolite not to reply.
Let's go back. It seems like Izumo Saki wants to chat with him. I'm afraid the conversation will go on and on.
Genji Aoyama thought for a moment, quickly edited a message, and clicked send.
[Aoyama: I'm getting ready to sleep.]
[Saki: Goodnight]
[Qingshan: Goodnight]
Genji Aoyama put his phone on silent, turned off the screen, and drifted off to sleep.
……
At 6:40 a.m. on April 17, Genji Aoyama returned from the banks of the Sumida River, following the cool morning breeze.
Half an hour ago, he entered the running track on the shore from Komayoshi Bridge and then turned back at Azuma Bridge, covering a distance of about 2 kilometers.
Based on his current physical condition, his goal is to run until he's sweating but not too tired.
When he arrived at the apartment building, he drank the bottled water he had bought on the banks of the Sumida River in one gulp and threw it into the trash can—he still had to sort the trash when he took it upstairs.
The island nation's waste sorting system is nothing short of revolutionary.
Even though Genji Aoyama has extremely high personal qualities, he couldn't help but want to curse about environmental protection.
After carefully placing the plastic bottles as instructed, Genji Aoyama returned to his faithful apartment. He stepped into the hallway from the corner of the stairs.
Yuko Asahi, looking resentful, was holding her key, ready to lock the door.
"Good morning?" Genji Aoyama inserted the key into the keyhole and turned to look at her.
Yuko Asahi ignored him, but pinched his waist as they passed each other.
It doesn't look good this morning.
"Wait a moment," said Genji Aoyama, before disappearing into his room.
He quickly went into the bathroom to shower, then changed into his uniform, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked out of the room. The whole process took less than five minutes.
Genji Aoyama felt he was moving very quickly.
He saw Yuko Asahi again downstairs at the apartment building.
She was rubbing her temples, looking at Aoyama Genji with a headache and resentment, as if she hadn't slept well: "What do you want to do? You're tormenting me tonight, and you're going to torment me again in the morning."
"Feel sorry."
Aoyama Genji walked over with a smile.
"And yesterday morning too, what were you doing!"
He caught Yuko Asahi's small fist; it was a little cool, but very soft.
"Here's what happened..."
Genji Aoyama explained the situation of the past two days with a smile, including his meeting with Odakuraji in Suginami Ward last night.
He didn't think there was anything to hide, nor was he trying to show off; he just felt that saying it would at least put Asahi Yuko at ease about his financial situation.
"So, why are you saying all this?" Yuko Asahi added quietly, "Let go of my hand first. I haven't given permission for any physical contact."
She thought back to when the two first met and reached an agreement.
The sensation from Genji Aoyama's hands was completely different from what I had felt before.
The fingers are long and slender, and the palms are very warm. Even when the hands are loosened, you can still feel the residual warmth on the back of the hands.
"Self-defense is not a crime."
Also, I'm saying all this just to prove myself: I'm really not the kind of scumbag who takes a woman's money to support another woman.
Genji Aoyama speculated that this was the reason why Yuko Asahi wanted to "break up" yesterday.
"That's hard to say," Yuko Asahi laughed. "The things you said to me sounded just like those scumbags on dating reality shows."
"You're still watching that kind of stuff?" Aoyama Genji asked, somewhat surprised.
"Sometimes I do find those shows quite interesting. Oh, by the way, good morning."
Yuko Asahi brushed aside a stray hair that wasn't actually near her ear, her voice suddenly softening. "I didn't say hello because of a personal issue. I don't sleep very well, and I sometimes get grumpy when I'm woken up."
Why bring this up all of a sudden?
"I just don't want Aoyama-kun to think I'm a spoiled, rude, and uncouth pretty girl." Asahi Yuko smiled quite happily.
I should have said I was handsome.
Aoyama Genji felt his statement wasn't cool enough, and if he had time, he'd like to watch a dating reality show.
It feels amazing.
Amidst laughter and conversation, the two swiped their cards to enter the tram station and caught the 7:00 tram.
There weren't many people on the tram in the early morning, and the two of them managed to get a seat.
Not long after he sat down, Genji Aoyama felt a weight on his shoulder.
He glanced over and saw Yuko Asahi's sleeping face.
On her lovely, fair, and beautiful face, her small nose moved with her breath.
The tram doesn't run as smoothly as you might imagine; swaying is normal, even violent swaying is normal, and clanging noises are normal too.
However, it's probably not normal for someone to say they have poor sleep quality but be able to fall asleep on a tram in the blink of an eye.
Aoyama Genji guessed that the woman must have stayed up late watching a dating reality show last night.
When the train announced that it was about to arrive at Hongo 3-chome, Aoyama Genji squeezed the hand holding his palm to wake Asahi Yuko—this girl likes to hold onto things while sleeping.
"..."
Yuko Asahi didn't speak to him until they reached the entrance of Hakutsuru High School.
【Yuko Asahi (shy)】
Oh, right.
After the morning's events, Aoyama Genji had a general idea of what was going on with Asahi Yuuko's problem.
"So what is Izumo Saki doing?"
Aoyama Genji had a sudden inspiration after seeing her at the school gate.
Having stayed up until at least 1 a.m., Izumo Saki was standing at the school gate around 7 p.m., but her face showed no signs of fatigue and she was still full of energy. She even had the student council armband tied to her uniform sleeve.
She was approaching, her bright almond-shaped eyes blinking as she glanced at the silent Yuko Asahi, then turned her gaze to Genji Aoyama, staring at him intently.
Unlike the student council members last time, she didn't take out a notebook; instead, a ruler appeared in her hand as if by magic.
"Hello, according to the school rules on appearance and grooming, your hair length is suspected to be in violation of school regulations. Please cooperate with me to check it."
With its melodious and pleasant tone, and its beautiful voice, Aoyama Genji thought of her bass avatar. If it were a music anime, she might be recruited to form a band.
They are in the student council, have their own clubs, can stay up until 1 a.m. or even get up early and are full of energy, and may also be proficient in musical instruments.
Genji Aoyama decided to retract the conclusion he hadn't voiced yesterday.
This Izumo Saki might have some issues.