How rude, we are pure love!

Senior Kiyono...

The name was imprinted in her mind.

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ps: Three thousand words, keep writing, there is still one chapter.

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035.Lemon's personal line

On Saturday, the morning mist soaked the early morning, dark clouds blocked the sunlight, and the morning breeze before the plum rain season rustled the newspaper in the front basket of the bicycle.

“It’s going to rain more often these days.”

Qingye looked up at the weather and felt a little depressed. He didn't like rainy days because it would be very troublesome to ride a bike and deliver newspapers.

At this moment, a sharp sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground suddenly came from the front. Qingye subconsciously braked the car. A girl was running towards him with the momentum of a 100-meter sprint, and shiny beads of sweat were flying from under the brim of her baseball cap.

"Move aside—the brakes aren't working!"

The girl shouted in warning, but the two still collided, falling off their horses. Of course, such a thing was impossible. Shaoyan Lemon stopped steadily beside him, glanced at the newspaper on the bicycle, and smiled:

"Hey, Qing, you're delivering newspapers so early in the morning? You're so hardworking. I like it!"

Her pretty face was flushed, and her careless words were very misleading.

But this is the truth. She is a hard-working girl who loves sports, so she will like people who work just as hard. It’s just that her "liking" is more like the public's "appreciation."

"Shaoyan, are you practicing running?" Qingye had no misunderstanding at all and spoke calmly.

"Well, I've been running for over an hour."

Lemon spoke in a relaxed tone. She looked at the newspapers in the basket again, silently counting the number in her mind. After confirming that it would not affect his part-time job, she patted his back and said excitedly:

"Ah Qing, let me help you deliver these newspapers. In return, after you finish delivering them, how about you come and play ball with me?"

Qingye instinctively wanted to refuse, but from Lemon's face, he vaguely sensed the girl's desire to have a heart-to-heart talk, so he agreed. Anyway, he had a lot of free time during this period.

"If you're not afraid of failing miserably."

"Hmph, you're so bold, A-Qing. Let me tell you in advance, the seniors in our school's basketball club rarely beat me."

"...Can I quit now?"

*

After riding the bike for five minutes, Qingye finished delivering the remaining newspapers, and then the two of them came to a nearby park.

"Ah Qing, warm up your body before exercising. Do you need me to help you stretch?"

The park was very quiet in the early morning. She stretched her body on the sparsely weeded playground and said with a smile that athletes attach great importance to every detail of their body because it is everything to them.

"I refuse." Qingye decisively rejected the opportunity for close contact and stretched casually - he felt so stiff. If he lived like this every day, he might have started to have back pain if he was not young enough.

She didn't care. She knelt on one knee and adjusted her ankle brace. Her calf muscles formed a beautiful arc, and the edge of her sports shorts revealed a clear tan line, exuding an inexplicable sexy aura.

Qingye subconsciously glanced at the dividing line between wheat color and white, then quickly looked away.

"Yo!" Lemon shouted, stood up, and began to stretch her leg muscles. After warming up, she moved from the lawn to the concrete floor and dribbled the ball.

"The court here is too small. Let's just play casually. Whoever scores ten goals first wins. How about that?"

She glanced around and gave Qingye a provocative smile.

"Okay." Qingye breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down and tied his shoelaces tighter. The rusty feeling on his body made him realize that he really needed to exercise.

Shaoyan Lemon handed him the basketball and said with a smile, "Since we're going to compete, let's add another bet. The winner has to agree to the loser's request and buy the loser breakfast and drinks. What do you think?"

Qingye didn't notice anything was wrong for a moment, and took the ball with a confident expression: "We will win!"

Lemon showed a smile that was both proud and excited, and lowered his center of gravity.

Qingye dribbled the ball nostalgically, trying to find his touch, and then took a step forward.

A crisp sound rang out in the stadium.

*

“I bought it.”

Shaoyan Lemon handed Qingye, who was sitting on the swing, a plastic bag containing meat buns, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, sports drinks and other things.

Qingye had a complicated expression. Although he had eaten the meal for free, he couldn't be happy at all... The score of ten to two was still too exaggerated!

The two times she finally won, she relied on the size difference between the men, which was not elegant at all.

This girl's athletic talent is really visible to the naked eye.

"A-Qing is unexpectedly good! It's already great that a newbie can succeed twice against me! As long as he exercises more, maybe he can beat me!" The girl rubbed salt into his wounds.

"Hmph... the only one you won was the weakest one among the countless clear junglers."

"Are you a clone!?"

Shaoyan Lemon put one hand on his waist, gulped down his drink, then sat on the swing on the other side, swinging intermittently.

"You can tell me what happened now." Qingye took a bite of the meat bun and said casually.

"I, I don't have anything particularly bothering me."

The girl tilted her head, and her lemon-shaped hair accessory swayed gently with the swing.

"I feel like... the tsundere one is not as good as Yanaijian." Qingye commented sharply.

"Really."

Hearing his tolerant words, the athletic girl's weak side couldn't help but reveal itself: "A Qing, do you think hard work is useful in love?"

Qingye was stunned. The word "hard work" is rarely associated with love. If you ask whether it is useful... it is definitely useful a little, but it is hard to say how much, because love depends too much on fate. The right time, place and people are all indispensable. Moreover, the scope covered by this word is really too broad.

Becoming the person the other person likes is considered effort; using tricks and schemes to make the other person like you is also considered effort.

The effort was so oversaturated that he couldn't think of a response.

Lemon seemed to see through his thoughts and sighed softly. Her face, which was always full of passion and vitality, also became a little sad.

She has been living in the world of sports since she was a child, and the rules of this world are simple - as long as you work hard enough, you can make progress and achieve success.

She has been living according to this set of rules until now, but now she finds that all her efforts in love may be in vain.

"When I realized this, I felt a little scared. I didn't like this feeling."

Her swing returned to its original position.

"These days, I've been trying to make an effort, but no matter what I do, it's like I'm moving forward in the dark. There's always a voice in my heart telling me to give up."

Qingye put down the meat bun, thought about the girl's troubles, and said slowly:

“Efforts in love may indeed be fruitless and may even cause the other person to be annoyed, but if you don’t make any effort, there will definitely be no results.”

“It’s like running. If you don’t even have the courage to stand on the track, how can you succeed?”

The gloom between the girl's brows seemed to dissipate a little.

That's it.

“It turns out I was actually standing on the track.”

I don't feel that scared anymore.

Chirp, chirp.

The swing made a cheerful sound.

Children playing can be seen not far away.

"Thank you, Aqing. I'm glad I met you today."

She said something ambiguous.

"Humph, I, I didn't do this specifically for you, I just did it for Roubao's sake."

"I feel...Tsundere is not as good as Banana."

Lemon swung high on the swing, and the dazzling smile on her face seemed to be able to dispel the dark clouds in the sky.

"By the way, you still owe me a request."

Kiyono showed a malicious expression and stared at the girl like a small-time villain who would not survive more than two episodes.

"It's okay, I believe you. As long as you ask me, I will do it!"

She agreed readily. Banaijian often told her about Qingye's pure love stories.

"Damn it, what's going on with this inexplicable feeling of frustration..."

*

The creaking sound of the back seat bearing the weight is particularly crisp.

Burnt Salt Lemon sat in the back, his slender fingers pointing forward like a pirate chasing treasure. "Let's go!"

"Why do I have to take you home..." Qingye pedaled his bicycle with a depressed look on his face.

"Because I can't run anymore."

The athletic girl looked natural, and one hand was curiously measuring the muscles on his waist.

The bicycle swayed slightly, and Qingye's eyes twitched. Pay attention to the distance between men and women! Learn from Ba Nai Jian!

...Wait, the moment she saw Ba Nai, she was already beyond saving.

Qingye, who was already used to it, looked indifferent and continued to act as an emotionless driver.

Under the dark clouds, the girl took out a Snickers from her pocket and took a bite. Her hot knees accidentally brushed against Qingye's waist.

As she ate, she hummed an off-tune advertising song, and warm air quietly passed by his ears, carrying the sweet scent of chocolate.

I hope it will be a sunny day tomorrow.

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ps: Two chapters with nearly 6,000 words, I’m exhausted.

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036. Active feeding of Ba Nai

"It should be tomorrow..."

Seeing the seventeenth person taking out his phone to confirm the date, Banai muttered something under his breath.

At this moment, she heard the sound of a bicycle bell. The girl turned around and saw the familiar figure. A charming smile suddenly bloomed on her pretty face. She trotted over, and the wind raised by her skirt was mixed with the coolness of mint candies.

"Ah, young senior, this afternoon... eh?"

Her smile disappeared.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something in the front basket of the bicycle.

Qingye parked his bike in front of the restaurant and greeted the girl. Yanaijian looked the same today as always, smiling like a blooming cherry blossom in spring. He was holding a plastic bag from the convenience store—wait? Why is today's bag twice as big as usual? How much stuff did you buy?

"This is not important, what is important is..."

Banaijian put the bag on the ground, reached into the basket and took out a small object - it was a girl's hairband with two dandelion fluffs wrapped around the yellow ribbon.

"what is this?"

She looked straight at Qingye.

For some reason, Qingye subconsciously stood up straight. After a brief thought, he suddenly realized: "Oh, this should be what Shaoyan forgot today."

"Lemon? Did you meet him today?" The blue-haired girl seemed to be thinking about something.