I uninstalled Huangmao System

Tuesday, October 9th.

Early in the morning, Jinguji Yue and Yang Gongyao were already waiting at the school gate.

Compared with yesterday morning, there were fewer lazy students, but there were still students whose appearance did not meet the regulations.

Iwasaki and the others were wearing their uniforms neatly today, and there was no situation like yesterday. Therefore, Jinguji Yue did not cause any trouble for them, and he himself breathed a sigh of relief.

The only thing that bothered him was that several girls from the first grade came to him openly and asked for their contact information, but they were all chased away by Yang Gongyao.

It is indeed a convenient mascot for the first grade.

Jingujizuki thought so.

"Really, what do you mean by 'we want to monopolize the senior'! Bah, bah, bah!"

Looking at the retreating figures of the first-year girls, Yang Gongyao crossed his arms and muttered angrily on the spot.

She suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Jinguji Yue, and said with a rare embarrassment: "Seniors, don't take their words seriously, we don't think that."

"Huh? What did they say?" Jinguji Yue chose to play dumb.

"Damn it!" Yang Gongyao shouted angrily.

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Returning to the classroom of Grade 2 A, Tsuki Jinguji, who used to be treated as a transparent person, can now clearly feel the eyes of the people around her looking at her.

"Jingu Temple."

As soon as Jinguji sat down, someone came to his seat.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Jingujizuki raised his head and looked at this girl. Jingujiji only knew that her name was Hanamori, and she was a member of the top female student group in the class. Jingujijizuki had never had any contact with her.

It is a matter of course that a class is divided into several groups. Most of them are divided by gender. Those who are good at studies and sports are in the same club and like otaku culture.

Those small groups with both men and women can basically be regarded as live-charges and dominate the atmosphere of the entire class.

"I am from the shogi club. Can you approve our club's funding application as soon as possible? There is only one month left before the cultural festival. I hope the school will allocate funds to purchase chess equipment and hold a shogi competition during the cultural festival."

"Regarding funding matters, they need to be formally reviewed by the student union, and then notifications will be issued based on the application time of each club."

"Aren't you the vice-president? Why don't you just make the decision? I'm really in a hurry here."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't been given that right."

"what the hell."

"Forget it, Hanamori-san, the vice-president of Jinguji Temple has no time to deal with little characters like us." A boy beside him said with a smile.

Although Hanamori didn't look bored, he returned to his seat expressionlessly.

As a result, the surrounding discussions were like pieces of fish carcasses that had been beaten ashore by the waves and stayed peacefully on the beach.

Jingujizuki sighed in his heart, neither defending nor refuting, nor having any intention to argue with them. He just sat in his seat, like a statue that couldn't understand human words.

"Hey, you didn't respond to this, you boring guy."

When Hasebe walked into the classroom and announced the start of today's class meeting, similar sounds disappeared from his ears.

It's a pity that Jinguji Yue has a memory that is different from ordinary people. Even if the surrounding voices disappeared with the teacher's appearance, his ears could not calm down.

I glanced at the window sill and saw that the paper crane from yesterday had long since disappeared. Perhaps it had flown to a place where no one could find it.

very nice.

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The afternoon physical education class was held outdoors, and Jinguji Yue sat alone under a tree on the playground with her eyes closed and meditative.

Next to his ears, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was laughing with youthful laughter. He tilted his head slightly to prevent the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves from shining on his eyelids.

Because the sports festival is coming soon, everyone else in the class is training for the events they will participate in at the sports festival.

Sakurakoji Sakura was tying up her ankles with another girl and doing three-leg training. Jinguji Yue knew that she had signed up for many projects, but she felt that it was really stressful to have such high expectations.

After the physical education class was over, Sakurakoji Sakura was moving the equipment used during the class into the physical education warehouse at the instruction of the teacher.

Jingujizuki stood under the tree and looked at her from a distance, with no intention of walking over to help.

However, Sakurakoji Sasakura seemed not to let him go, and trotted toward him.

"Hey! Jinguji-san." She greeted the boy with a smile.

Jingujizuki took a step back and glanced at the classmates around him who had not yet finished walking. At this time, he was looking at them in surprise.

The young man frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with Sakurakoji Sakura's approach.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk to me where there are people? Do you also want to taste the feeling of being excluded?"

Naive, young, and prejudiced high school students always like to divide human beings into groups.

You are in the same group with you, and he is in the same group with him.

When we rank these groups, we naturally look down on those at the bottom, without realizing that people are independent individuals.

Jingujizuki thinks this is an extremely common thing. He is a 16-year-old boy who is prejudiced against the world, and he doesn't intend to blame anyone.

It doesn't matter what kind of things he encounters in school, but Sakurakoji Sakura is his bottom line.

"I don't quite understand what Jinguji-san is talking about. It's just that I really can't pack all this equipment by myself. Can you help me?"

Standing in front of the boy, Sakurakoji Sakura looked like "I'm really not familiar with you."

Jingujizuki was silent for a while: "Can't we just find someone else?"

"I always feel embarrassed to cause trouble to everyone, but Jinguji-san doesn't. It's better to say that everyone seems to like seeing you in trouble."

Seeing that Jinguji-san was silent, Sakurakoji Sakura turned around, waved to the girls, and shouted loudly: "I asked Jinguji-san to move some things, and I'll be here in a minute."

Therefore, Jingujizuki naturally became Sakurakouji Sakura's assistant. Some boys in the same class laughed out loud when they saw Jingujizuki being used as a coolie.

After stuffing all the equipment into the sports warehouse according to the labels on the shelves, Jinguji Yue stood on the ladder and Sakurakoji Saakura stood at the bottom, holding the ladder while handing the equipment to the boy.

"Yue, do you plan to participate in the sports festival?"

When the two were alone, Sakurakoji Sakura called the boy's name again.

"Didn't you read the rules? Every student must participate, even if I am the first in grade. Give me the badminton racket."

Yingxialu Saakura handed all the badminton rackets to Jinguji Yue, and he put them all on the middle shelf.

"What group projects have you planned to participate in?"

"Throw the ball," said Tsuki Jinguji.

"I knew it."

"Once it starts, it's chaotic and perfect for fishing."

"What about personal projects? You can't escape this."

"Not participating."

"what?"

"I made an appointment with a member of the student council to participate in a special group project."

"Could it be... that you're with senior sister?" Sakurakoji Sakura's voice suddenly became tense.

Jingujizuki lowered his head, glanced at his childhood sweetheart below, and said in a calm voice: "No, he is a first-year boy and the accountant of the student union."

Hearing this, Sakurakoji Sasura breathed a sigh of relief.

After all the equipment was placed, Jinguji Yue jumped down from the ladder, clapped his hands, and dusted off his sportswear.

In the dimly lit sports warehouse, only the dust flying in the air can be seen clearly.

"Wait a moment."

Sakurakoji Sakura called out to stop Jinguji Tsuki who was about to leave. The boy stopped where he was, waiting for his childhood sweetheart to approach.

She raised her arm, gently moved the boy's black hair, and said softly: "There is dust in the hair."

Jingujizuki said "Yeah" and let the girl's hands mess with his head.

"Don't mess up my hairstyle."

"It's better to disrupt it. I wish I could cut your head bald and ask you to go around seducing girls."

"I have no such memory."

"I heard that many first-year girls are asking for your contact information."

"You know all this?"

"In the morning, I saw it."

"I thought you entered the classroom early."

"I saw it on the classroom window sill."

"Then you should have seen me refuse."

"Well, that's why I'm so gentle with your hair now instead of tightening it all up."

"Thank you, Miss Sakurakoji, for your gentle treatment. I will definitely remember it in my heart."

"Poor mouth."

In fact, Jingujizuki knew that, even if he exchanged contact information with those first-year schoolgirls, went out with them on weekends, hugged and kissed them, or did things that were more passionate for high school students.

After Sakurakoji Saakura learned about it, she would not be violent towards him. At best, she would show a sad expression when no one was around.

Jingujizuki understands that this is not a good mentality. He is endlessly consuming Sakurakoji Sakura's love for him.

He also wanted to love her back.

Unfortunately, Jinguji Yue does not have that kind of thing in his body.

"Hey, Yue..."

"Ok?"

"Can I replenish some of my childhood sweetheart energy?"

"At this?"

"At this."

Seeing the boy's silence, Sakurakoji Sasura slowly put her hand on his head and showed him a naive smile.

"Huh...ha...the smell of the moon..."

She breathed hard on the boy's neck, and her breath made the boy's body tremble slightly, but he still pretended to be calm.

After a while, Sakurakoji Sasakura seemed to be satisfied and said softly: "Actually, when I just heard that you were going to participate in a special event competition with people from the student council, I was a little jealous."

"……Um."

"But because you said you weren't a senior, I endured it and didn't act petty."

"Aren't you playing now?"

"I hate it. How can hugging your childhood sweetheart be considered a petty act?"

The girl tightened her arms around the young man's waist, as if she wanted to blend him into her body.

"I obviously want to get closer to you, but you keep getting closer to her."

"Do I look like I'm getting close to her?"

"In fact, you just joined the student union and spent time with her day and night."

It's an irrefutable fact.

"I, too, really want to be alone with you every day." The girl lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes flashing with longing for that scene.

"There are other people in the student union, so it can't be said to be alone."

"What's the difference between you talking and laughing where I can't see you and being alone."

"Uh……"

The young man thought that she must be feeling all kinds of grievances in her heart, but she always showed a sunny and cheerful look in front of him, and even wanted to comfort him with her own smile.

For sure, there will never be another childhood sweetheart like this in the world.

Clumsy, out-of-the-box, kind.

Even if he couldn't fall in love with her, just being by her side could give him a sense of warmth that made him feel like his gloom had been dispelled.

Unconsciously, her arms were hooked on the boy's neck, and she couldn't help but stand on her toes. The air from her mouth and nose hit the boy's chin.

Looking at the boy she fell in love with for the first time, Sakurakoji Sakura's eyes gradually blurred, as if they were filled with transparent mucus, sparkling like summer light.

In summer, the sharp piercing pierces into the water, and the flickering and scattered light flickers.

"Hey... Yue, can you kiss me?"

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and an ambiguous blush appeared on her face that was not fair, as if she could poke it open by touching it with her hand, revealing the marshmallows inside.

Sakurakoji Sayakura is such a girl who can make people enjoy sweetness. Jinguji Yue just feels that if she falls like this, she will die in this dense sea of ​​sugar.

Tsuki Jinguji has kissed many girls. He knows the most romantic way to kiss, what to say before kissing, and what to do when kissing.

However, he never felt happy or relaxed.

There was only this girl in front of me, and my first kiss was in the evening after school three years ago.

The tips of the noses touched before the lips, and then the lips touched. The collision of the teeth was a bit stiff. They valued the changes this action brought to them more than the kiss itself.

That was his best memory about love.

If I kissed Sakurakoji Sakura here, would that memory be replaced?

Replace the most beautiful first love with his perfunctory and deception of his beloved girl.

It was difficult for Jinguji Tsuki to do this.

In other words, once he did it, Jinguji Yue truly became a hopeless person in his heart.

But he couldn't refuse Sakurakoji Sakura, the girl who was his first love.

The young man lifted the hair from her forehead and kissed the girl gently on the forehead.

So Sakurakoji Saakura opened her eyes: "What does this mean?"

"This is a kiss suitable for childhood sweethearts. Are you dissatisfied?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied. I even pursed my lips. Are you just perfunctory with me like this?"

Jingujizuki broke away from the girl's arms and looked at her quietly.

Sakurakoji Sakura touched her forehead, wrinkled her nose slightly, and said softly: "Forget it, just the forehead. Can I kiss you again?"

Jingujizuki flicked her forehead, and Sakurakoji Sasakura couldn't help but let out an ouch.

"Go ahead."