Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Jiujo Renji glanced at her, as if he could see through her panic, but in the end he just nodded:

"Okay, let's start over from the second paragraph then."

Yutenji Wakamu took a deep breath and forced herself to focus on the music.

But the thoughts in my mind...

——How far has this harem plan progressed?

Then she shook her head violently, trying to shake off the thoughts.

—Imagination! Absolutely imagination!

...

Exactly the same performance as last time.

Kujo Renji looked at the absent-minded Yutenji Wakamu, and his desire rose again.

The failure of the last cat-luring plan already made him very unhappy.

As a result, Yutenji Wakamai is still trying to run into the muzzle of the gun.

No, we have to think of a new way.

I was thinking about how to deal with Teacher Da Miao.

Suddenly, the sleeve was pulled.

Kujo Renji raised his head and found that Wakaba Mu's fingertips were gently pulling on his sleeve - the movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, like a feather falling on the water.

Kujo Renji felt a little strange, but he still calmly moved his arm half an inch towards her.

This tacit consent made Ruoye Mu's eyelashes tremble slightly. She loosened her sleeves and secretly hooked her little finger on the corner of Jiujo Renji's clothes.

"Saki, move."

"Where?"

"go home."

Only then did Kujo Renji realize that the rehearsal was over.

He looked around and found that the other members had almost finished packing, so he nodded and announced the disbandment.

...

Leaving the rehearsal room, the early summer evening breeze brushed against his cheeks with a cool breath. Wakaba Mu quietly followed Kujo Renji half a step behind him, his long light green hair blown by the wind, casting a soft halo under the streetlight.

Kujo Renji glanced at her and found that she was lowering her head, her eyes fixed on the corner of his clothes - which was still hooked by her little finger.

——Is this guy really not going to let go?

He didn't mind and just let her hold his hand. The two of them walked on the street, one in front and the other behind, their shadows overlapping and separating under the street lights.

Soon, the two returned to the haunted house.

To be honest, this apartment is not big. Originally, it was only occupied by Kujo Renji, so the space is just right.

But now with one more person, it seems a bit crowded.

He pushed open the door and Ruo Yemu followed him in. His eyes swept around the room and finally stopped on the sofa.

"Please sit down." Kujo Renji took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

Ruo Ye Mu nodded, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, he stood at the entrance, as if hesitating about something.

"what happened?"

"……towel."

"There are new ones in the bathroom."

Ruoye Mu said "hmm" softly and then walked towards the bathroom.

Kujo Renji looked at her slender back, thoughtfully.

——This guy could have just said "I want to take a shower", but he had to hint in a roundabout way.

The sound of water in the bathroom soon rang out. Kujo Renji sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and turned down the volume.

Not long after, the bathroom door was gently pushed open and Ruo Ye Mu walked out.

She changed into her newly bought T-shirt, which was obviously one size too big for her. The hem of the shirt fell to her thighs, revealing a piece of fair skin.

Her wet light green hair was scattered over her shoulders, with water droplets dripping down the ends of her hair and gathering into small puddles at her collarbone.

Kujo Renji looked up at her, then looked away and continued staring at the TV.

Ruoye Mu walked to the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to sit half a meter away from him.

"Cold?"

Wakaba Mu shook his head, but his fingers unconsciously pinched the hem of his T-shirt.

--lie.

Kujo Renji reached out and picked up the remote control and turned up the air conditioner temperature.

Ruo Yemu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes glanced at him quietly, then quickly looked away.

The only sounds in the room were the TV and the two people's gentle breathing.

After a while, Ruoye Mu suddenly spoke:

"Saki."

"Ok?"

"tomorrow……"

"What's going on tomorrow?"

"……fine."

Kujo Renji turned his head to look at her and found that she was lowering her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes.

——This guy clearly has something to say, but he always hesitates.

He sighed and ruffled her hair.

"Say whatever you want."

Ruoye Mu's ears turned slightly red. He was silent for a few seconds before he said softly:

"Can we go home together tomorrow?"

Jiujo Liansi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

"can."

The corners of Ruoye Mu's mouth rose slightly, although the amplitude was very small, but Jiujo Liansi still caught the smile at that moment.

“Saki..”

She suddenly spoke, her voice so soft that it almost blended into the night:

"call."

Kujo Renji's fingers paused on the remote for a second. The light from the TV flickered across his face, and a hint of hesitation flickered in the depths of his amber eyes.

He understood what she was asking - not "Toyokawa Shoko", not "Saki", but the real name wrapped in layers of disguise.

The subtle sound of the air conditioner filled the gaps in silence.

Wakaba Mu's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her oversized T-shirt, the fabric wrinkling and stretching between her fingers. Her eyes fell on the place where their shadows overlapped, and she waited patiently.

"Lian Si..."

After a long while, Kujo Liansi said softly.

"Just call me Lian Si."

The name trembled gently in the air, like ripples caused by a feather falling on the water. Ruoye Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a fine shadow under his eyes.

"Lian Si."

She repeated it, the syllables rolling carefully on the tip of her tongue, as if savoring some precious flavor.

This was the first time she called him by this name, with a solemn confirmation in her tone.

Outside the window, the distant roar of a tram passed by, like the steady breathing of the city. Ruoye Mu's fingers quietly loosened the corner of his clothes and tentatively touched his wrist. The temperature of his fingertips was a little higher than usual.

"Hehe, Renji."

What sounded in my mind was Toyokawa Shoko's slightly sarcastic voice.

“Hehehehe!!!”

——Are you sick?

Listening to Shoko Toyokawa's stiff, continuous, bombarding sneer in my mind.

Jiujo Renji was speechless.

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PS: I owe 15,000 words for today’s bounty, so sad.

This chapter has 10,000 words, and I will update 6,000 words today.

Mingna, lend me your strength!

Chapter 72: Toyokawa Sadaharu... You Old Deng (Thanks to Guli Chali for the reward)

Shoko Toyokawa gritted her teeth, the name echoing in her mind again and again.

Kujo?

Lotus Secretary.

Kujo Renji!

Almost immediately, she pieced together the full name of the person occupying her body, like a puzzle being forced to fit in with the last piece.

Four months. She had been partnering with him for a full four months, from the initial resistance to the current tacit understanding. She had tried her best to adapt to this "intruder", and even occasionally felt that this kind of coexistence was not so bad.

She was happy for a while when the other party first called her that.

She didn't think much about it at that time. For her, this was already a special trust.

——After all, he never revealed his identity to anyone else.

But now?

If Ye Mu just asked lightly, without even making any effort, he would have frankly said "Lian Si".

Lian Si! That was his real name, the core hidden beneath layers of disguise, more private and more real than "Jiu Tiao".

An awkward emotion surged up like a tide, blocking my chest, feeling sour and bitter.

This wasn't jealousy, she told herself.

How could it be jealousy?

Wakaba Mu is one of her best friends. She understands Mu's vulnerability and cherishes the bond between them.

She even felt a little relieved that Mu could trust Kujo Renji - after all, he helped Mu and did what she couldn't do.

But why is there an indescribable irritation underneath this relief?

She bit her lower lip, and the image of Ruoye Mu carefully calling out "Lian Si" appeared in her mind. The solemnity and dependence in that tone pierced her nerves like a needle.

Four months to the last questioning. It took her four months to get a surname, while Mu got his full name in just one sentence.

Isn’t this gap too big?

She couldn't help but mutter in her heart: Why?

Was it because Mu seemed more in need of support, or because he felt that she, Toyokawa Shoko, was not qualified to know more?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

So the girl got angry.

She was angry, but she didn't want him to see it.