Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 42 A Lifetime's Request
Why cry?
Saori doesn't cry. Does that mean she has to cry to be considered normal?

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In the morning, the clock in the classroom pointed to 9:30.

A girl in a sailor uniform carrying a red backpack stood at the door, raised her reddened palm, and knocked.

The teacher's voice in the classroom stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds, the door in front of the girl was suddenly pulled open with a 'bang'.

"Hasegawa Saori! What's your excuse for being late today?"

"Sauri-like..."

Saori's car broke down...

Before she could finish speaking, the teacher, seeing her nonchalant expression, became furious and slammed the test paper on her shoulder, scolding her:

"Take your test paper, go outside, write your self-criticism, and then come back in!"

'Boom! '

The door closed again, and the resulting gust of wind lifted the girl's long hair by her ears...

The girl blinked her clear eyes, paused for two seconds, then turned around and walked to the windowsill. She habitually took out paper and pen, put the 13-point test paper at the bottom, and began to write a self-criticism.

What should be included in a self-criticism?
Should I describe the process of carrying my bicycle and running over there?

Saori Hasegawa still didn't understand, but it seemed that someone else understood it better than her.

'Are you an idiot?'

In the restroom, Saori Hasegawa looked at the group of people surrounding her and tilted her head, a look of confusion in her clear eyes.

"Saori isn't stupid."

"So it's you? You only got thirteen points? What else could you be but an idiot?"

"You're an idiot."

The girl in the middle took out her phone to record a video and urged:
"Quickly say you're an idiot."

“Saori isn’t…”

"I told you to speak! Are you deaf? You idiot!"

Seemingly impatient, she glared at Saori and raised her hand to slap her across the face.

However, just as she raised her hand, a sudden pain shot through her back, and she uncontrollably slammed against the wall.

She clutched her waist, turned her head with a pained expression, and was about to start cursing.

'Snapped! '

An egg splashed onto her face.

"You look more like a fool now."

Before the others could react, Shiratori Seiya, with a grim face, picked up the water pipe, placed it on his waist, and turned on the tap.

"I'm here to give you a good brainwashing!"

'Boom! '

A jet of water, as thick as a fist, gushed out and sprayed towards their faces.

The icy water sprayed onto their faces and bodies, instantly waking the girls up. They fluttered and screamed as they rushed out of the toilet like hens.

'Squeak.'

Turn the water valve back on, tossed the hose aside, walked to the girl, looked at her face, which was also wet, and handed her a tissue, saying:
"Wipe it."

Saori Hasegawa looked up and stared at him blankly, without reacting.

Were you terrified?

Shiratori Seiya frowned, wiped the water from her face, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, comforting her as gently as possible:
"If you're sad, it's better to cry it out."

Saori Hasegawa glanced at the jacket on her shoulder, tilted her head, and asked in confusion:
Why... are you crying?

Shiratori Seiya was taken aback, his gaze meeting the girl's pure and clear eyes, and he asked in confusion:
"Aren't you sad?"

"Sadness? What's that?"

"Is it normal for Saori to cry?"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya opened his mouth and carefully examined the expression on the girl's face.

Confirming that she wasn't being sarcastic or putting on a brave face, he rubbed his temples and sighed with a complicated expression:
"So you're an idiot..."

"Idiot? Saori isn't an idiot."

Saori Hasegawa doesn't know what sadness is, but she knows very well that she has three favorite things:

"Eating", "Sleeping", "Kendo"

If I could eat Kiyaya's cooking, practice kendo with Kiyaya, and eventually marry Kiyaya and be together forever, that would be the best thing ever.

Therefore, I don't care about anything else, and I certainly won't cry over it.

But if it were Kiyoya, just seeing him would make him so happy he'd cry...
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"Saori's back."

Shiratori Seiya was stunned as he looked at the tears on Saori's face.

Why does every girl I meet cry?

Shiratori Seiya suddenly felt a headache coming on, and at the same time, he immediately understood why Fujiyama Keio had begged him to come over.

No one knew better than him how strong Saori was in kendo; if she wanted to, she could probably challenge the entire kendo club without anyone being able to stop her. To do all this, insisting on seeing him—wasn't that just typical of her personality? She never considered the consequences of her actions…

But then, more questions arose in my mind.

Why is she here? How is she so sure she's at H University? What does she want to do today?
Shiratori Seiya frowned, his expression complex as he looked at the girl before him. He reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, asking in a low voice:

"Saori, what are you doing here?"

Saori Hasegawa paused for a moment, looking at Seiya Shiratori's hand on her face, then grabbed it, blinking her clear eyes as she said:

"I came because I wanted to see Kiyoya."

"..."

Shiratori Seiya opened his mouth, looking at the hand she was holding, wanting to pull it away.

However, even after pulling twice, it wouldn't budge, as if it were fixed in place by a hydraulic press. My wrist even started to hurt. Helpless, I continued to ask:

"I mean, why are you in Tokyo? Weren't you studying at university in Kyoto?"

Saori Hasegawa's eyes darted around, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, her eyes lit up as she said:

"Because Kiyozai is in Tokyo, I am in Tokyo."

"..."

This idiot.

Shiratori Seiya was about to laugh in exasperation at her, and was about to ask her what she was planning to do when Fujiyama Keio emerged from the dressing room behind him, nudged his shoulder, and said:
"Keiji, what are you doing standing at the door..."

As soon as he finished asking the question, Fujiyama Keio saw Hasegawa Saori holding Shiratori Seiya's hand, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, realizing what he'd just said, he coughed and said:

"Um, why don't you guys finish this first and then...?"

"Everyone is waiting..."

"..."

Shiratori Seiya glanced at him sideways and tried to forcefully pull his hand out of Hasegawa Saori's grasp, but to no avail.

"Saori, let go."

"If I let go, won't Kiyoya run away?"

"Where can I run to now?"

Saori Hasegawa said "Oh," but still didn't let go.

Shiratori Seiya took a deep breath in resignation and looked at Fujiyama Keio, saying:

"I can't play, I forfeit."

Are you kidding me?
I'm going to hit Saori Hasegawa?
Forget about whether we can beat her; even if we give it our all, we still can't satisfy her.

Back in my first year of high school, I could barely hold my own against her for more than a few moves. Now I'm a freshman in college, who knows how much she's improved?

Such a match, which is destined to be lost, is completely meaningless.

Upon hearing this, Fujiyama Keio looked surprised and couldn't help but say:

"Huh? You're forfeiting? I thought this was just one of your little games..."

What kind of sex game is this?

Just as Shiratori Seiya was about to explain that his relationship with her was completely innocent, he suddenly saw a girl running towards him in the corridor.

Yokoyama Miyu ran up to the three of them, first glancing at the girl in front of her and asking:

"Saori, what are you doing here?"

Then, looking at their clasped hands with a puzzled expression, he asked:

"What are you doing? Why aren't you on stage yet?"

Upon hearing this, before Shiratori Seiya could speak, Fujiyama Keio, who was standing beside him, spoke up:

"Uh, Shiratori-kun is going to forfeit."

"Huh? Forfeit? Why? Didn't you agree on this?"

Fujiyama Keio glanced at Shiratori Seiya, then helplessly shrugged and said:

"I only said I would call Shiratori-kun over for you, I didn't say he had to participate. I have no right to make decisions for him. Besides, even if he participates, it's the same if he forfeits and surrenders, right?"

"..."

Yokoyama Miyu listened to his words, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment. She turned to look at the girl beside her.

“Saori, you…”

"Kiyoshi, are you going to reject me again?"

Hasegawa Saori suddenly released Shiratori Seiya's right hand, took a step forward, her pure eyes fixed on his, and whispered:

“Saori spent her birthday alone the year before last, last year, and this year…”

"The wish I made has never come true."

"May I ask for this as my life's request? Kiyosai."

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(End of this chapter)