Chapter 28
Chapter 28
: Kamikawa Academy has a tradition of study tours.
Every year, students have an opportunity for an outing, and after much discussion, they decided this year's itinerary would be a trip to another town.
According to other students, the town boasted picturesque scenery, with picturesque scenery.
A week in advance, everyone had already made plans, including where to take a photo with Amamiya-kun and which tree to carve their names—it was said that doing so would ensure they would be husband and wife in their next life.
It could be said that Amamiya-kun had already committed bigamy before he was even reborn.
For the study tour, everyone used class funds to rent a bus. Since it was a bus, the seats were naturally arranged in pairs.
However, after Naoko sat down, several female classmates passed by, but so far, no one had offered to sit down.
Listening to the girls' laughter and chatter, it would be a lie to say she wasn't sad.
Perhaps because she was feeling so sensitive today, Naoko felt her eyes tingle.
It was truly humiliating.
After a long moment, a dismissive sneer echoed from beside her: "Are you crying again?"
A familiar hand rested on the top of her head.
"What's there to cry about? Just tell me." He casually stroked the top of her hair, then turned his head and muttered, "I was only gone a moment ago." She
wasn't crying about him.
Besides, it was all Amamiya-kun's fault that she hadn't made any gay friends yet.
Naoko brushed his hand away, but he kept putting his hand on her. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and regardless of the others in the car, she growled, "Get out of here, Amamiya!" Her
anger forced her to abandon the familiar, yet polite, "Amamiya-kun."
Her words brought complete silence to the bus.
The man in question wasn't angry, but instead snorted softly and sat down next to her.
"Oh, is that so? I'm going to sit down. You're not cute with your aggressive attitude."
He said, caressing her hair affectionately, but she slapped his hand away fiercely.
She whispered a warning, "Get out of here."
"I refuse."
Naoko was practically exasperated.
This guy was getting more and more annoying.
Seeing her angry but unable to speak, he suddenly said, "I find that being Tomie Amamiya isn't so bad after all."
"..."
Yes, if she also had this invincible face, there wouldn't be anything wrong with it either.
"Let's just be boyfriend and girlfriend, Naoko. I agree."
Naoko finally found the opportunity to fight back, imitating his annoying tone: "I refuse."
When she turned her head to look, she didn't know when his face had turned red, but he was still talking and not letting it go.
"Rejected."
Rejected!
This is obviously a violation, right?
Besides, why did he need to agree?
"Because I'm Tomie Amamiya. So your opinion doesn't matter at all." As he said this, there was a bit of inexplicable arrogance on his face.
Not wanting to attract more attention on the bus, Naoko could only suppress her displeasure for the time being, preparing to bring up the past after getting off the bus.
The outing location was very far from Kamikawa Academy, about a three-hour drive.
In otome games, this is a clichéd trope for the growing affection between the hero and heroine: the heroine falling asleep and resting her head on the hero's shoulder.
To prevent this from happening, she kept her eyes wide open, fighting off the urge to sleep.
But moments later, she felt something furry settle on her shoulder.
Amemiya leaned against her shoulder, his handsome face glimpsed through his long hair.
To make it easier to move, he'd tucked his hair behind his ears and tied it into a ponytail, which pricked her shoulder.
"…"
That damned fellow!
The scent of shampoo, similar to hers, and the subtle fragrance that was uniquely Amemiya lingered on her nose. Naoko cursed him inwardly as she drifted off to sleep.
Hmm… it's really easy to fall asleep on a car ride.
When she woke up, she'd already found herself leaning against Amemiya's stiff arm.
He sat upright, his neck stiff, one hand on his phone, his large face reflected on the screen.
This guy actually took a photo of her while she was sound asleep!
How shameless!
Without giving it any thought, she dazedly tried to grab the phone, but he dodged with a cough.
"Oh, you're awake."
Hey, what a depressing tone!
"Delete the photos!" she warned softly.
"No,"
Naoko tried to reach out, but he shrugged away, blushing. "Hey, you're too close. And don't touch me..."
Seeing her about to curse, he casually shoved the phone into his windbreaker pocket.
"Please be polite in public, Naoko Kawase."
Such words, coming from him, were completely unconvincing.
He sat there as if nothing had happened, pulling his windbreaker closer.
It was truly speechless, such a shameless guy.
The bus stopped at a picturesque spot, and the students gradually got off, their eyes still lingering on Amamiya.
They found a spot with a clear view and set up a few sturdy tents.
Naoko was assigned the task of laying out the picnic blanket, but she wasn't busy for long when a noisy tail followed her.
This gave her an opportunity to warn him, "Amamiya-kun, delete my photos!" "
No! Forget it! I'll take these photos to hell with you."
She grabbed the front of his windbreaker and reached into his pocket for his hidden phone. He seemed unprepared for her directness, and soon Amamiya's face flushed.
"Hey, stop touching me!"
"Delete my photos now! I can sue you, you damned peeping Tom!"
He frantically tried to grab her hand, but Naoko was furious and insisted on deleting the photos.
Amamiya, helpless, finally used his height advantage to grab her hands and pin them above her head.
Fortunately, this place was out of sight, otherwise Naoko would have died of shame.
She kicked him with her leg and growled, "Let me go! You bastard!"
Amamiya blushed, but she still said stubbornly, "No."
Though he made no effort to recall, the image of "Amemiya" and Naoko kissing came flooding back like a tide.
The details of that kiss, the warmth and softness of their lips, the girl's posture—he had relived them countless times in the night, leaving the memory so vivid.
His gaze fell on her lips.
But for a second, he turned away as if burned, coughing softly and letting go of her. "I told you not to touch me."
"Do you want to kiss?" she said, as if she saw right through him.
"...How could I possibly want to kiss you? That's disgusting, don't bring it up..."
Naoko interrupted silently, "It looks like you do. Every time you give me that look, it's asking for a kiss."
Amemiya, his thoughts exposed, threw in the towel: "So what? Didn't you say so? We've kissed before anyway."
"No," she said. "Kissing in broad daylight is really ungentlemanly."
With that, she reflected on the situation.
She didn't know if it was because she had been bickering with him so much lately, and it was so effective, but she felt that her ability to choke people had improved a lot.
His expression changed several times, and finally he couldn't help but sneer, turned around and was about to leave.
Naoko quickly called out to him: "Hey, leave your phone here, I want to delete all the photos!"
He paused, then walked faster.
This bastard!
We have to spend a day and a night in this place.
The classmates chattered around Amamiya, trying to get him to fulfill their small requests, but unfortunately they were all rejected by him coldly.
"Take a picture? Sorry, I don't really want to take a picture with an ugly person."
"Engrave your name? Do you deserve it? Your face is as thick as a bulletproof vest. I don't even remember when I met you."
...
On the contrary, Naoko's side was deserted.
She had originally expected that some female classmates would come forward to talk to her, but now it seems that it was just her delusion.
At dinner, Amemiya emerged from the crowd with his hands in his pockets, sat down next to her, and said, quite naturally, "I want to eat your sandwich."
This, of course, drew envious glances from everyone, completely ruining her hopes of making friends.
Angrily, she raised her hand to break the sandwich in half, ready to gag him. But Amemiya, repeating his old trick, lowered his head and snatched the sandwich from her hand.
Naoko hesitated whether to pick up a cucumber nearby and slap it on his head.
"Amemiya-kun, if you keep going like this, I really won't be able to make any other friends."
He said matter-of-factly, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "That's perfect. You're my girlfriend, so of course you should only be around me. It's enough for Naoko to have my time with her, isn't it?"
"No, but I need normal social interaction."
"Okay, if you insist."
She was surprised by Amemiya's compromise, but she soon realized that Amemiya was still the same Amemiya.
His so-called solution was for him to play the role of a female friend in addition to being her boyfriend.
Naoko's face turned pale. "Forget it, I don't need it."
"There's a saying in flower gardening circles: 'Spilled water can't be undone.' It's the same thing with us now, Naoko."
To avoid the noisy Amemiya, she had slipped into the girls' tent early and laid down on the floor.
But having gone to bed so early, her bladder was already itching to urinate.
If she got up now, she'd have to go to the public restroom two hundred meters away alone. Honestly, she was a little scared.
She glanced at her classmates sleeping soundly in the tent, but finally, unable to resist the urge, she crawled out of bed, phone in hand.
The night was cold, with a chilly wind.
Ghost stories she'd heard before flooded her mind, about man-eating forest spirits and demons accidentally hanged from tree trunks.
A flashlight flickered in the bushes not far away, and Naoko glanced over.
A familiar-looking boy was holding a flashlight in his mouth, struggling to drag a heavy object deeper into the forest.
It was Suzuki-kun.
His cold eyes carefully scanned the surroundings, but perhaps because they were too far away, he did not notice Naoko observing him. She subconsciously
held her breath and raised her legs to follow him.
: Kamikawa Academy has a tradition of study tours.
Every year, students have an opportunity for an outing, and after much discussion, they decided this year's itinerary would be a trip to another town.
According to other students, the town boasted picturesque scenery, with picturesque scenery.
A week in advance, everyone had already made plans, including where to take a photo with Amamiya-kun and which tree to carve their names—it was said that doing so would ensure they would be husband and wife in their next life.
It could be said that Amamiya-kun had already committed bigamy before he was even reborn.
For the study tour, everyone used class funds to rent a bus. Since it was a bus, the seats were naturally arranged in pairs.
However, after Naoko sat down, several female classmates passed by, but so far, no one had offered to sit down.
Listening to the girls' laughter and chatter, it would be a lie to say she wasn't sad.
Perhaps because she was feeling so sensitive today, Naoko felt her eyes tingle.
It was truly humiliating.
After a long moment, a dismissive sneer echoed from beside her: "Are you crying again?"
A familiar hand rested on the top of her head.
"What's there to cry about? Just tell me." He casually stroked the top of her hair, then turned his head and muttered, "I was only gone a moment ago." She
wasn't crying about him.
Besides, it was all Amamiya-kun's fault that she hadn't made any gay friends yet.
Naoko brushed his hand away, but he kept putting his hand on her. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and regardless of the others in the car, she growled, "Get out of here, Amamiya!" Her
anger forced her to abandon the familiar, yet polite, "Amamiya-kun."
Her words brought complete silence to the bus.
The man in question wasn't angry, but instead snorted softly and sat down next to her.
"Oh, is that so? I'm going to sit down. You're not cute with your aggressive attitude."
He said, caressing her hair affectionately, but she slapped his hand away fiercely.
She whispered a warning, "Get out of here."
"I refuse."
Naoko was practically exasperated.
This guy was getting more and more annoying.
Seeing her angry but unable to speak, he suddenly said, "I find that being Tomie Amamiya isn't so bad after all."
"..."
Yes, if she also had this invincible face, there wouldn't be anything wrong with it either.
"Let's just be boyfriend and girlfriend, Naoko. I agree."
Naoko finally found the opportunity to fight back, imitating his annoying tone: "I refuse."
When she turned her head to look, she didn't know when his face had turned red, but he was still talking and not letting it go.
"Rejected."
Rejected!
This is obviously a violation, right?
Besides, why did he need to agree?
"Because I'm Tomie Amamiya. So your opinion doesn't matter at all." As he said this, there was a bit of inexplicable arrogance on his face.
Not wanting to attract more attention on the bus, Naoko could only suppress her displeasure for the time being, preparing to bring up the past after getting off the bus.
The outing location was very far from Kamikawa Academy, about a three-hour drive.
In otome games, this is a clichéd trope for the growing affection between the hero and heroine: the heroine falling asleep and resting her head on the hero's shoulder.
To prevent this from happening, she kept her eyes wide open, fighting off the urge to sleep.
But moments later, she felt something furry settle on her shoulder.
Amemiya leaned against her shoulder, his handsome face glimpsed through his long hair.
To make it easier to move, he'd tucked his hair behind his ears and tied it into a ponytail, which pricked her shoulder.
"…"
That damned fellow!
The scent of shampoo, similar to hers, and the subtle fragrance that was uniquely Amemiya lingered on her nose. Naoko cursed him inwardly as she drifted off to sleep.
Hmm… it's really easy to fall asleep on a car ride.
When she woke up, she'd already found herself leaning against Amemiya's stiff arm.
He sat upright, his neck stiff, one hand on his phone, his large face reflected on the screen.
This guy actually took a photo of her while she was sound asleep!
How shameless!
Without giving it any thought, she dazedly tried to grab the phone, but he dodged with a cough.
"Oh, you're awake."
Hey, what a depressing tone!
"Delete the photos!" she warned softly.
"No,"
Naoko tried to reach out, but he shrugged away, blushing. "Hey, you're too close. And don't touch me..."
Seeing her about to curse, he casually shoved the phone into his windbreaker pocket.
"Please be polite in public, Naoko Kawase."
Such words, coming from him, were completely unconvincing.
He sat there as if nothing had happened, pulling his windbreaker closer.
It was truly speechless, such a shameless guy.
The bus stopped at a picturesque spot, and the students gradually got off, their eyes still lingering on Amamiya.
They found a spot with a clear view and set up a few sturdy tents.
Naoko was assigned the task of laying out the picnic blanket, but she wasn't busy for long when a noisy tail followed her.
This gave her an opportunity to warn him, "Amamiya-kun, delete my photos!" "
No! Forget it! I'll take these photos to hell with you."
She grabbed the front of his windbreaker and reached into his pocket for his hidden phone. He seemed unprepared for her directness, and soon Amamiya's face flushed.
"Hey, stop touching me!"
"Delete my photos now! I can sue you, you damned peeping Tom!"
He frantically tried to grab her hand, but Naoko was furious and insisted on deleting the photos.
Amamiya, helpless, finally used his height advantage to grab her hands and pin them above her head.
Fortunately, this place was out of sight, otherwise Naoko would have died of shame.
She kicked him with her leg and growled, "Let me go! You bastard!"
Amamiya blushed, but she still said stubbornly, "No."
Though he made no effort to recall, the image of "Amemiya" and Naoko kissing came flooding back like a tide.
The details of that kiss, the warmth and softness of their lips, the girl's posture—he had relived them countless times in the night, leaving the memory so vivid.
His gaze fell on her lips.
But for a second, he turned away as if burned, coughing softly and letting go of her. "I told you not to touch me."
"Do you want to kiss?" she said, as if she saw right through him.
"...How could I possibly want to kiss you? That's disgusting, don't bring it up..."
Naoko interrupted silently, "It looks like you do. Every time you give me that look, it's asking for a kiss."
Amemiya, his thoughts exposed, threw in the towel: "So what? Didn't you say so? We've kissed before anyway."
"No," she said. "Kissing in broad daylight is really ungentlemanly."
With that, she reflected on the situation.
She didn't know if it was because she had been bickering with him so much lately, and it was so effective, but she felt that her ability to choke people had improved a lot.
His expression changed several times, and finally he couldn't help but sneer, turned around and was about to leave.
Naoko quickly called out to him: "Hey, leave your phone here, I want to delete all the photos!"
He paused, then walked faster.
This bastard!
We have to spend a day and a night in this place.
The classmates chattered around Amamiya, trying to get him to fulfill their small requests, but unfortunately they were all rejected by him coldly.
"Take a picture? Sorry, I don't really want to take a picture with an ugly person."
"Engrave your name? Do you deserve it? Your face is as thick as a bulletproof vest. I don't even remember when I met you."
...
On the contrary, Naoko's side was deserted.
She had originally expected that some female classmates would come forward to talk to her, but now it seems that it was just her delusion.
At dinner, Amemiya emerged from the crowd with his hands in his pockets, sat down next to her, and said, quite naturally, "I want to eat your sandwich."
This, of course, drew envious glances from everyone, completely ruining her hopes of making friends.
Angrily, she raised her hand to break the sandwich in half, ready to gag him. But Amemiya, repeating his old trick, lowered his head and snatched the sandwich from her hand.
Naoko hesitated whether to pick up a cucumber nearby and slap it on his head.
"Amemiya-kun, if you keep going like this, I really won't be able to make any other friends."
He said matter-of-factly, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "That's perfect. You're my girlfriend, so of course you should only be around me. It's enough for Naoko to have my time with her, isn't it?"
"No, but I need normal social interaction."
"Okay, if you insist."
She was surprised by Amemiya's compromise, but she soon realized that Amemiya was still the same Amemiya.
His so-called solution was for him to play the role of a female friend in addition to being her boyfriend.
Naoko's face turned pale. "Forget it, I don't need it."
"There's a saying in flower gardening circles: 'Spilled water can't be undone.' It's the same thing with us now, Naoko."
To avoid the noisy Amemiya, she had slipped into the girls' tent early and laid down on the floor.
But having gone to bed so early, her bladder was already itching to urinate.
If she got up now, she'd have to go to the public restroom two hundred meters away alone. Honestly, she was a little scared.
She glanced at her classmates sleeping soundly in the tent, but finally, unable to resist the urge, she crawled out of bed, phone in hand.
The night was cold, with a chilly wind.
Ghost stories she'd heard before flooded her mind, about man-eating forest spirits and demons accidentally hanged from tree trunks.
A flashlight flickered in the bushes not far away, and Naoko glanced over.
A familiar-looking boy was holding a flashlight in his mouth, struggling to drag a heavy object deeper into the forest.
It was Suzuki-kun.
His cold eyes carefully scanned the surroundings, but perhaps because they were too far away, he did not notice Naoko observing him. She subconsciously
held her breath and raised her legs to follow him.
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