Chapter 37

In the service club activity room, Yukinoshita is reading a book, Mashiro is drawing seriously, and Ryuji is the only one doing nothing.

　　He went to the canteen to buy some snacks and put them on the table he just moved, he played with his cell phone while eating snacks, living life like a salted fish.

　　"I said, do you have no business?" Yukinoshita asked coldly when interrupted by the sound Ryuji eating a snack.

　　"No." Ryuji nodded seriously. However, if he let go of the treat in his hand, it might let people sense his serious demeanor.

　　Yukinoshita said coldly, "Don't you have even the most basic of manners? You have to be quiet when other people do things secretly."

　　"Don't worry about it." Ryuji didn't agree, and handed over a bag of potato chips, "You want to eat?"

　　Yukinoshita gritted her teeth, "Are you so stupid that you can't even understand human language?"

　　Ryuji shook his head, and said to Yukinoshita, "I'm afraid you don't even have a single friend around you."

　　Her personality is a bit stiff, and she has a vicious tongue at every opportunity. It's no wonder such a person can have friends!

　　Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then said blankly: "This has nothing to do with whether or not I have friends."

　　Ryuji laughed out loud, "Only people who don't have friends say things like that, it's obviously funny."

　　It was only natural for cute girls to be welcomed wherever they were, but Yukinoshita had no friends.

　　"That's because I'm so cute." Yukinoshita closed her book, sighed softly, walked over to the window, and spoke about her "black history."

　　"I've been cute since I was little." Yukinoshita started off with a very narcissistic statement.

　　"When I was in elementary school, my indoor shoes were hidden about 60 times, 50 of them by girls. Thanks to them, I have to take my underpants and clarinet home every day." Yukinoshita expressed it like a bystander, somewhat saddened.

　　"Ten more times?" Ryuji didn't comfort Yukinoshita, but instead asked about the possibility of getting beaten up.

　　Yukinoshita answered truthfully, "The boy hid it three times, Sensei twice, and the dogs hid it five times."

　　"Pfft!" Ryuji couldn't help but laugh, "Turns out dogs can hide indoor shoes too!"

　　Yukinoshita didn't say anything yet, but Mashiro beside her complained, "Stupid Ryuji."

　　Ryuji spread his arms helplessly, girls were sentimental, let alone a kind hearted girl like Mashiro, she stood up and walked over to Yukinoshita, holding her hand.

　　"Yukino." Mashiro's eyes were filled with the most sincere feelings, and Yukinoshita was slightly touched.

　　"Shi-Shiina-san, you, your hands..." Yukinoshita wasn't good at dealing with other people's intimacy, especially a simple girl like Mashiro with an embarrassed blush on her face.

　　After Yukinoshita finally got rid of Mashiro, Ryuji said dispassionately, "Your experience was quite sad."

　　Yukinoshita calmed down Mashiro's disturbed emotions, and returned to that calm gaze, "Yeah, so sad, but who made me so cute."

　　Ordinary people would more or less find it shameful and unacceptable when they talk about their black history.

　　But Yukinoshita wouldn't, because she was proud, and she thought that her dark history wasn't caused by herself subjectively, but by someone else.

　　"If it was you, what would you do?" For some reason, Yukinoshita asked this question.

　　Ryuji thought for a while, and replied: "If it was before, I might find a Sensei."

　　This is the most efficient way.

　　School bullying was always a matter of great embarrassment, telling teachers that seeking help was the best solution, but fearing that they would be treated more cruelly afterward, or facing contemptuous stares from classmates, victims ultimately chose to remain silent.

　　Ryuuji is very lucky. Even though he was an otaku when he was young, he was never bullied. Otherwise, he would definitely look like a detestable person by now.

"What about now?" Yukinoshita caught the gap in Ryuji's sentence.

　　"If someone were to bully me now, I might kill them." Ryuji smiled.

　　Yukinoshita paused, wondering if she had believed Ryuji's words, or if he had taken them as a joke.

　　In time, the activity room door opened.

　　"Oh hello!"

　　Accompanied by a unique way of greeting, a short-haired cute girl with an orange-haired dumpling head entered the service section.

　　The person Ryuuji knew, she was Yuigahama Yui from the same class.

　　"Is it a coincidence?" Ryuji secretly thought, in the car accident a few days ago, Yukinoshita was the owner of the car, Yuigahama was the owner of the puppy, Ryuji was the one who saved the puppy, and Mashiro witnessed the whole process.

　　As if by fate, the four of them gathered in a small clubroom.

　　"Fate..." Ryuji laughed at himself, originally he was the least believer in fate, but he was entangled in the vortex of fate again and again.

　　"Why is Hyakki-kun here?" Yuigahama was surprised to see Ryuji.

　　"I'm a member here." Ryuuji explained.

　　Yukinoshita glanced at Yuigahama and said, "This is Yuigahama Yui from Class 2B."

　　"Why you know?" Yuigahama was even more surprised. Even though she knew Yukinoshita, she didn't expect Yukinoshita to know her too.