Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"That's true...but I've already resigned."

"...?"

Hearing this, Futaba, who had been lowering her head and concentrating on observing the steam rising from the coffee, was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Xingjian with a subtle look.

"...You finally made a few friends, but you ruined them so quickly?"

"Why should I stay in a place that is not suitable for me and ignores my existence?"

"I remember that Tomoya Aki was quite enthusiastic. He dragged you around everywhere all day long. I almost thought he was your best friend of the same sex."

"...Futaba, do you really think so?"

"It's just a few impressions. After all, I haven't had a close relationship with that person."

Futaba moved the alcohol bottle and adjusted the position of the beaker to a higher place.

"But that guy who smiles all day doesn't look like a bad person."

"………well."

"Why are you sighing?"

"Nothing... What about you, Futaba? Have you ever experienced this yourself?"

Hoshimi asked this casually while blowing on the coffee to try to cool it down faster.

"There's this thing called puberty syndrome."

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I saw you guys keep talking about gkd so I updated~

I made some minor changes to Futaba's experience based on the original work, and chose to make changes within the range that everyone can accept, so rest assured (so there is really no need to see anything here)

Now that I'm so considerate of everyone's feelings, do you also... (crazy hint)

Aki Tomoya cannot predict the future: Chapter 11: A turbulent future (Part 4)

"...Because I haven't encountered anything unpleasant, so for now, I haven't—Hey, drink slowly. Coffee is something you have to savor slowly to appreciate its flavor."

"Hmm...but I always feel that you have a wealth of knowledge in this area."

Xingjian slowed down the pace of drinking coffee, but did not get angry after being scolded. He continued to ask the questions that concerned him.

"...You're really nosy. Can't you just be simply interested?"

"Eh... Futaba, are you interested in anything other than physics?"

"I'm not some old, 70-80 year-old geek who only knows how to conduct experiments and write academic reports."

"Well, that's true."

No matter what, she is still a young girl in her prime.

"Okay, any more questions?"

"No. After all, I just came to test my hypothesis, and it was confirmed."

"That's good. If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask me - what are you doing?"

Futaba lowered her head to take the beaker away, and the moment she raised her head, she saw the black-haired boy raised his fist towards her.

"If we have to fight, I can't beat you, Xingjian, but I can use chemotherapy to keep you out of school for a month."

"Nah."

The black-haired boy tilted his head and looked at the girl with clean and pure eyes.

"Let's give each other a fist bump."

"………ha?"

"Aren't we friends?"

“…I don’t think there’s any causal relationship between the two.”

Having said that, Miss Futaba, feeling a little awkward, still extended her other hand.

The boy smiled and stretched out his hand, bumping his fist with hers.

Futaba remained neither proactive nor refusing, and clumsily completed a whole set of fist-bumping, hand-clapping and flower-throwing movements with Hoshimi - basically under the latter's command.

"… So stupid."

She looked at the black-haired boy with a look of satisfaction on his face after he finished the whole set of movements, and withdrew her left hand to adjust her glasses - in the process, she concealed her cheeks which were a little red for some reason.

"........."

Xingjian opened and closed his fists, staring at his hands in a daze as if he was thinking about something.

This time he didn't feel the same depressed feeling as when he fist-bumped with Ren last time.

There was no feeling of "something seems to be wrong".

Rather, it’s a sense of sudden enlightenment, a sense of “as expected.”

That’s right, it’s true.

"Hey, I thought it was a sign of good friends, so I wanted to do it with you, Futaba... Don't tell me you hate it?"

"...Disliking someone doesn't mean hating them. The two aren't equivalent. Besides, I don't think our friendship needs to be verified with this kind of action."

Futaba coughed, her expression returning to her usual cold and strong self.

"Besides, I'm not the one to throw old friends aside when I have new ones."

"...Futaba, are you jealous?"

"No, if you feel that way, I suggest you go home and sleep and dream."

"Don't be so distant~ I know you can't bear to part with me as a friend."

"...I'm just worried that you might be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives if you choose friends carelessly."

Futaba adjusted the arm of her glasses and looked away while speaking unhappily.

"You're such a fool with no sense of caution. You'll be happy to accept anything nice from anyone. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it's safer to open your eyes and see clearly who the other person is before deciding whether to give your heart to them."

“…That’s true.”

"…………What's wrong with you? You look weird."

"It's okay, I just figured it out."

Xingjian raised his head, and his eyes returned to their usual gentleness.

I always feel that Futaba is particularly talkative today, but also particularly gentle.

So far - she is the only one who can give him a sense of reliability that makes him believe that she will never be wrong.

"Tsk, why are you staring at me? Have you finished your drink? If you're done, leave now. I'm about to lock the door and go home. Get out of here now."

"Eh—how heartless. Fine, then I'll just have to leave."

Hoshimi, who had just finished a small cup of coffee, put the beaker back in its place, waved to Futaba, and walked out of the laboratory. She didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Futaba's tough tone as if she was driving someone away.

"Well, I'll come back for some coffee next time."

Xingjian left these words at the door.

"Remember to close the door."

Futaba stared intently at the boiling cup.

"Oh, oh, I forgot to say something just now."

Xingjian, who had already walked out the door, stuck his head out as if he remembered something.

"what?"

Futaba's expression was a little impatient, and the movements of stirring with the glass tube became faster and faster.

"It's so nice to meet you—so far, you're the only super nice person like you, Futaba, who makes me feel this way."

"—?"

"Goodbye, go home early."

The boy said this in a serious tone and then closed the door and left. However, the girl's stirring of the coffee suddenly stopped after he blurted out those words.

It was unknown how long it took before her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

"...What a boring nice guy card. Who needs something like that?"

The gray-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and looked at the pure white ceiling.

She stretched out her left hand, which was not holding the glass tube and had just bumped fists with the boy, and gently repeated the fist-bumping action in mid-air with a very small amplitude.

After clumsily completing the whole set of movements, her fingers trembled slightly, and then the girl put her entire palm back into the pocket of her white coat.

“…Idiot?”

She turned her face away and cursed herself softly - but the ears supported by the glasses seemed to be stained with a warm color.

Thankfully no one noticed.

.........

.........

After leaving the science lab, Hoshimi headed back towards the conference room.

Although he had already planned to leave school, his schoolbag was still there and he had to go and get it back.

Just as they were about to reach the door of the conference room, a girl with golden twintails rushed out of the conference room - and then walked towards Hoshimi with a sulking look on her face.

"Hey, Eri—"

Just as Hoshimi was about to stop and say something, Eriri, who was getting closer and closer to him, finally stopped and looked at him silently before brushing past him.

She seemed to want to say something indignantly, but in the end she closed her mouth and walked away with a lot of anger.

It looked like she had intended to say hello to him, but she was in a very bad mood.

"I guess he was irritated by something Tomoya said unintentionally."

Xingjian made a more reasonable assumption in his mind and walked towards the door of the conference room. Just as he was about to pull the door handle——

"Please, Kato!!"

Aki's voice coming from the room reached Hoshimi's ears clearly, and also made him pause.

"........."

Xingjian withdrew his hand that was about to open the door, stood aside against the wall and began to listen carefully.

He had already noticed that "strange place".

I'm a little curious about what Aki will do.

"Let's go on a date this weekend!!"

"...?"

Student Xingjian outside the door blinked and stood there in a daze.

He didn't know how long it had been before he came to his senses and looked at the sky, which was dyed orange by the setting sun, with a somewhat subtle look.

"...That's not okay, Aki-kun."

Finally, he sighed deeply, and a rare glimmer of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

This was the second time he had disappointed Xingjian terribly.

“In that case…”

Xingjian looked away, his eyes somewhat unreadable.

Even if you are just an ordinary person, it seems impossible not to do something.

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It's quite strange. According to the original schedule, it may take until the 2nd of next month to update the first volume, but now I want to finish writing the first volume on the 31st so that everyone can see it officially take off before it is put on the shelves.