Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 46 I will protect you forever

In the dojo, the girl was half-hanging on Shiratori Seiya, clinging to him tightly like a koala.

If it weren't for the heavy protective gear and kendo uniforms separating them, their actions would have looked quite ambiguous, but things aren't much better now.

Hearing the whispers around him, Shiratori Seiya gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and said with his head bowed:

"What exactly do you want, Saori?"

"Well……"

The girl in his arms let out a soft hum, but his grip on her showed no sign of loosening.

After saying that, Shiratori Seiya suddenly looked up at Fujiyama Keio.

Although the latter could not see his eyes, he could still feel the sharp aura and quickly blew his whistle and raised the red flag.

"White has fouled, Red wins."

Upon hearing Fujiyama Keio blow his whistle, Shiratori Seiya looked down at Hasegawa Saori and urged her:
"Let go, Saori, I'm really going to get angry if you keep doing this."

"Oh."

This tactic was clearly still effective. Hasegawa Saori pursed her lips, tightened her grip on the boy's shoulders again, and then reluctantly let go.

Seeing this, Shiratori Seiya breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk off the field, muttering to himself:

"Let's talk in the lounge."

Saori Hasegawa didn't say anything either, her glove-covered hand gripping the hem of his shirt as she silently followed behind him.

As he walked off the field, Shiratori Seiya could vaguely hear the hushed conversations of the crowd, but he didn't care.

If you ignore this kind of gossip, it will eventually disappear like a headless fly, since you don't usually have much interaction with them anyway.

However, as he approached the lounge, Shiratori Seiya suddenly felt a chill down his back and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

Turning my head, I saw Takahashi Mio sitting in the corner.

The two people stared at each other for two seconds through the air and their protective gear.

Suddenly, Mio Takahashi raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a gentle smile.

Tsk.

This was the last thing he wanted to see.

If Mio Takahashi had a gloomy face right now, it would be easier to explain, but with her smiling tiger look now, it's hard to say what she's really thinking.

Unpredictable things are always annoying.

Shiratori Seiya gestured to her, indicating that he would come out and talk later, and then led Hasegawa Saori into the lounge.

'Click. '

Once the door was closed, the noise outside immediately subsided considerably.

Shiratori Seiya leaned against the door, letting out a sigh of relief. He reached out and took off his helmet, his brows furrowed.

He had a million questions in his mind and was about to sort out his thoughts to ask Saori what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard the 'thud' of a bamboo sword falling to the ground.

Turning her head, she saw that Hasegawa Saori had taken off her helmet and hair tie at some point and was sitting down on the ground with her bamboo sword beside her.

The girl's long hair cascaded down her shoulders to the floor like a waterfall, and the incandescent light in the room shone on it, making it look like it was decorated with snowflakes, giving it a cold feel.

She sat in a duck-like position, her hands placed between her thighs, her fair and slender neck slightly raised, staring longingly at me.

Shiratori Seiya's gaze unconsciously lingered on the girl's neck, the perfect silhouette drawing him back to her jade-like back...

He quickly closed his eyes, shook his head, and, after calming down, couldn't help but ask:
"What are you doing?"

"Well……"

Saori pursed her thin red lips, hesitated for a moment, then wrinkled her nose and said aggrievedly:

"Saori's legs went weak, she can't stand up..."

"?" Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya's eyelids twitched, and he almost laughed out of anger. For a moment, he didn't know how to retort.

Others may not know what kind of athletic talent you have, but do you think I don't know?

Did you do some strenuous physical activity just now? Are you so tired you can't stand up?

When you kicked all the pedals off your bicycle before, I didn't see your legs go weak.

Shiratori Seiya rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and asked in a tense voice:
"Get up quickly, I have something to ask you."

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's bright black eyes darted around, and her lips curled down in a dejected smile:

"The yarn won't hold together; it needs to be gently kneaded..."

"In the past, when Saori was tired from competitions, Seiya would always massage her. Now you don't want to anymore...?"

The girl looked up, her clear eyes glistening with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice and was about to cry.

Looking into Saori's pure eyes, Shiratori Seiya felt a little dizzy.

What kind of ancient, rotten history is this?!

Indeed, he had done a lot of preparation for Saori's training.

They put a lot of effort not only into diet and training, but also into rest, recovery, and relaxation after exercise.

Every day after her training, I would give her a muscle relaxation massage and provide psychological support...

Of course, psychological counseling can be omitted. Making her happy is simple; just take her out for a nice meal.

But now, not to mention that I have been broken up with her for two and a half years and have no obligation to do so, besides, she doesn't do much exercise at all.

When did you become so fragile? Have you degenerated into a porcelain doll after not seeing you for more than half a year?

Seeing that she insisted, Shiratori Seiya stopped forcing her to stand up, since she could talk while sitting down anyway.

Feeling somewhat stuffy and sweaty, Shiratori Seiya removed his protective gear and opened his shirt, immediately feeling much cooler.

He walked up to Saori and sat down cross-legged.

More than half a year later, I saw Saori Hasegawa again, her delicate and fair face, her eyes as pure as snow...

It's impossible to say that I wasn't moved.

Memories were stirred up, and I wanted to ask her how university was going, whether she had made any progress in kendo, and how long it would take to become famous nationwide...

However, now is not the time for reminiscing. We should put aside our feelings for now and at least get to the bottom of things.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Shiratori Seiya narrowed his eyes and said:

"I have a few questions I'd like to ask you. If you answer them well, Saori, how about I treat you to dinner?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's eyes lit up for a moment, she couldn't help but swallow, and nodded obediently.

As expected, this trick still works.

He took in the girl's expression, and a familiar feeling returned to him. Shiratori Seiya felt much more relaxed, a smile appearing on his face as he softly asked:
"I remember Saori, didn't you apply to a university in Kyoto? How come you're at C University now?"

"Well……"

Saori bit her lip, her slender eyebrows furrowing, looking as if she had encountered a major problem.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Is Kiyoya unhappy to see Saori?"

"..."

You're just replying randomly after I've read your message, right?

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Shiratori Seiya always feels like she's not as innocent as she used to be.
After thinking for a moment, he followed the girl's words and asked:
"Of course I'm happy, but I also want to know how you've been doing since university, Saori. So I'm a little confused. Shouldn't you be in Kyoto?"

"Oh."

The girl seemed to be persuaded by his words, shifting her round bottom and staring intently into his eyes as she said seriously:
“Wherever Kiyosai is, Saori will be there too.”

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(End of this chapter)