My love is abyss mode

Chapter 30 Principles, Paths, and Goals

Tuesday, October 9th.

After an autumn rain, the temperature dropped significantly by several degrees and the sky became clear blue.

Black Swamp Fang leaned against the fence, standing in the narrow corridor of the apartment building overlooking the surrounding street scenes. There were more wild cats and crows on the street than people, giving people a sense of emptiness.

He thought that the autumn heat might not come again.

Click.

The sound of the door opening was heard behind him. Kuronuma Kiba turned around and greeted Shirakawa Momo who was locking the door. She still looked cute as if she had not woken up yet, with fatigue on her delicate face.

"morning."

"Ah."

The indifferent response served as a greeting. Shirakawa Momo walked past him with a cold face and headed towards the corridor. Kuronuma Kiba followed her downstairs, bought breakfast at the convenience store as usual, and then walked along the quiet street to the tram station.

"I thought about it carefully last night, and I'm a little confused right now. Do you have any suggestions?" Black Swamp Fang took a bite of bread and asked while eating.

"Read a book or work out. Don't try to develop those exaggerated muscles like in One Piece. I don't like that."

"You're still watching One Piece?"

"I read the comics while working." Shirakawa Momo responded in a cold tone without changing her expression. Her dull golden eyes stared at the road ahead without even glancing at him.

"Actually, what I want to say is that I seem to have an idea about the principle you mentioned last time."

"Ok?"

When the principle was mentioned, her eyes lit up as if her G-spot had been touched. She looked up at Hei Marsh Fang, who was bringing the bottle of milk to his mouth.

"No longer bow to anyone?" Shirakawa Tao asked softly.

"Yes, unless someone can defeat me head-on. But I still can't find the direction."

"What if someone beats you?"

"Man can only be destroyed, not defeated."

Black Swamp Fang raised the bottle of milk and took a sip. Looking up, he saw the tangled wires gleaming in the sun, swaying in the wind. "As long as I don't give up, I'll win back sooner or later."

"I don't like The Old Man and the Sea unless you bring back the marlin."

“Of course, the results are also important.”

"What is your goal?"

"Every night is filled with music and dance."

"What?" Shirakawa Momo was a little suspicious that she hadn't heard clearly. Her delicate face, like a doll, showed a puzzled expression, and her short black hair brushed across her shoulders.

"When I left Hokkaido, my mind was full of the glamour of Tokyo." Kuronuma Kiba admitted frankly, without a trace of shame in his voice.

Ambition, dream or passion, if you can't express some things, it means your will is not strong enough.

"You are indeed scum."

Shirakawa Momo frowned in disdain and thought seriously for a while: "There are a lot of girls who like you, right? You can do it now."

"Responsibility is more important than desire."

"Well, you're not hopeless yet. Now, you have a second principle."

The moment he heard this, Black Marsh Fang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at her, with the mouth of the milk bottle still against his lips.

The bright sunshine illuminated the petite figure. Amid the cries of crows and the sound of shoes stepping on the concrete floor, Shirakawa Tao's relatively quiet tone was particularly clear.

“Look at yourself from the perspective of an outsider. Principles will draw a path to where you really want to be and become your ideal self.”

"So, my goal is not to party every night or have a rosy youth?" asked Black Swamp Fang.

If it was just for the sake of momentary pleasure, he wouldn't have needed to come to Tokyo. He could have brought a different girl home every night. "It doesn't matter. If a person hasn't experienced despair, they usually don't know what they want."

Shirakawa Tao shook her head, her eyes quickly dimming again, her expression darkening. "Within the lines of principle, such as morality, love, anything is fine. Do what you think is right."

Just like playing a game, thinking of himself as a hero in "Honor of Kings", overlooking the overall situation from a God's perspective, Hei Marsh Fang understood it clearly.

The conversation ended there. She still looked listless until she walked into the tram station and passed through the ticket gate.

[The train is currently delayed for a considerable period due to an accident. We apologize for the inconvenience this may cause to passengers. Please be patient.]
An announcement blared from the platform's loudspeakers, announcing the occasional unexpected incident on Tokyo's trains—for example, a coffee-drinking office worker jumping off the platform and waving goodbye to everyone.

Kuronuma Kiba and Shirakawa Momo stood side by side at the end of the platform waiting. The sounds of footsteps and voices around them became more and more frequent, and the crowd began to gather.

Shirakawa Momo, who had just woken up, raised her hand, yawned softly, and secretly observed Kuronuma Ya out of the corner of her eye.

He is tall among students, has a tough and handsome appearance, and his facial features are as delicate as a work of art. He is the kind of person who makes people feel like he was born surrounded by flowers, which is completely different from her.

He was wearing a cheap discounted jacket from Uniqlo, but it looked like it was tailor-made for him.

It has always been like this. When we were in the same class, the atmosphere would become strange whenever Kuronuma Fang was present.

Girls will get restless and boys will feel unhappy because no matter what he does, he will become a dazzling picture.

“Isn’t milk cheaper in paper bags?”

Shirakawa Momo's voice became smaller and smaller, and she was shocked by the words she suddenly asked.

Black Swampfang nonchalantly raised the unfinished bottle of milk in his hand and answered without hesitation: "Bottled milk is fresher."

"You might as well just chase the cows and drink."

"Drinking unpasteurized milk is dangerous, but I often drink freshly pasteurized milk when I'm in Hokkaido. My family has a ranch that produces Hokkaido's most famous milk, and we also have a horse farm."

The long-awaited train finally arrived at the station. It was the line that Momo Shirakawa wanted to take.

"After graduating from elementary school, my father kept urging me to become a chief priest at our ancestral shrine. I had no interest and was even a little fed up with it, so I came to Tokyo."

After listening to Kuronuma Kiba, Shirakawa Momo walked into the open door of the train and looked back at him with a complicated look: "You are Luffy, and I am Blackbeard."

The door closed, and her light words disappeared in the sound of the accelerating tram.

Blackbeard?

I have never known anything about her, perhaps Senior Toyama knows better - Kuronuma Kiba stood alone in the impatient voice, thinking about his principles and taking a sip of milk from time to time.

Two hours later, the tram with bloodstains on the front finally arrived at the station. When it arrived at Baishan Station, it was already the break between the second classes.

On the uphill road leading to the college, many students who took the same route were late. The girls all changed into black stockings, revealing their white skin between the swaying skirts.

The boys cast envious and hateful glances at her, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Big brother!"

A loud shout came from behind him. Kuronuma Ya looked back and saw Ishiguro Go holding up the can of Coke in his right hand, striding over to him and handing him the Coke.

Kuronuma Fang glanced at him coldly and took the Coke. His hand felt cold, obviously just taken out of the vending machine. "Just this once, I won't charge protection money."

"Ok."

After being glared at fiercely, Ishiguro Hao touched his head embarrassedly and walked into the academy gate with him:
"Brother, when I was posting erotic pictures to the Kendo Club group this morning, I saw that Shinkai Shiona had asked for leave due to a cold. What should we do next?"

"What happens next has nothing to do with you."

"Anonymous post, everyone seems to know it was from me."

"It's okay, they also know that you and I are walking together, look at their socks." Hei Nuya pulled the pull ring, and the carbonated bubbles from the violent shaking overflowed from the bottle mouth, and the Coke flowed along the shape of the aluminum can.

He remembered clearly that Shinkai Shiona had said, "There is nothing about Private Qinglan Academy that I don't know."

(End of this chapter)