A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

He didn't recognize the boy and didn't know which department he was from. It was expected to end in failure, after all, that was Mai Sakurajima. No matter how you looked at it, she would never accept a stranger's confession. But unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise.

Hearing someone approach, Sakurajima Mai looked up and met Uesugi Genshin's gaze. She then looked at the person who was covering his mouth and laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.

He asked me what my favorite food was.

Uesugi Genshin looked at her and said, "I think he meant that he likes you. Asking someone what their favorite food is, that's exactly what he means, like 'The moon is beautiful.'"

Unfortunately, only a handful of people know this metaphor now, and it cannot create a miracle like that of Natsume Soseki.

He picked up the whiskey on his left, took a swig, and then, as if remembering something, asked, "So, Mai, what's your favorite food?"

He was quite curious, and if it was convenient to make it, he could cook it for her later, as a friend.

"..." Sakurajima Mai lowered her head, as if trying her best to calm herself down.

After a full ten seconds of silence, she spoke with a wandering gaze.

"Hmm... cream bread."

Japanese cream bread isn't just bread with whipped cream on top; it's a sandwich filled with rich custard cream. The bread itself is also baked with butter, resulting in an enticing golden color that makes it incredibly delicious.

The wind blew her long, smooth black hair, which fell in the air like flowing silk.

With her eyes lowered, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she squinted, trying to calm herself down with her breathing.

"And what about you, Xuanxin?"

"What?" The wind is a bit strong.

Having made up her mind, she shouted, "What's your favorite food?"

“Ah, grilled meat, please.” Uesugi Genshin answered without hesitation. He felt that meat rich in fat was the most delicious food in the world, and that delicious food sometimes only required the simplest cooking.

Mai Sakurajima was taken aback at first, hesitated for a few seconds, and then gave an awkward smile, "Yes, I see."

"I'll take my leave now." She left without looking back.

"?" Uesugi Genshin peeked out, looking down at the closed door. "What's wrong?"

Isn't this just small talk?

Chapter 160: The Focus is on the Lower Body

Shaking his head, he rolled over and lay down again.

Something seemed off. Uesugi Genshin, who hadn't quite figured it out yet, picked up the sake bottle and prepared to take a sip.

Ah, wait a minute...

He just said that asking about her favorite food was a subtle way of saying he liked her, and then asking Mai what she liked to eat was, in other words, him telling Mai that he liked her.

Based on this logic, it can be understood as follows.

"......"ah.

In a daze, he forgot about the overturned bottle, and the liquid fell from the sky, splashing onto his face.

He realized what was happening and quickly grabbed the whiskey.

But it was too late. "Cough cough cough... ugh cough cough cough cough... cough..."

He rolled over and lay face down on the ground, coughing violently. The pungent irritation brought tears and snot streaming down his face.

I've never been so embarrassed before; it's such a loss of composure.

His eyes were still closed, and his tear ducts were still secreting large amounts of tears. He trembled as he took out a blue handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the wine off his face.

After spending some time cleaning it up, my face still felt burning.

"What am I doing?" Uesugi Genshin sat on the ground, his hands supporting him, looking bewildered and distressed.

Ask them carefully and make sure they understand.

He made up his mind. Both of them did.

Those who wield knives themselves should be especially adept at quickly cutting through complicated situations.

There's also a Sweet Bullet performance this afternoon.

After screwing the cap back on the bottle, Uesugi Genshin stood up, intending to find a sink to wash his hands.

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I looked around, but there was no one there.

With arms pressed against the wall, eyes closed and resting on the arms.

"Aaaaaah! What am I doing?!"

He acted like a fool in a moment of impulse; now that I think about it carefully, he probably didn't mean it that way.

Turns out, I misunderstood, or was I influenced by the atmosphere?

"Honestly, I'm such an idiot," Mai Sakurajima said self-deprecatingly.

I closed my eyes and let the image of the person I was thinking of appear in my mind.

Lips.

Those lips looked soft, but were actually quite firm.

And those taut muscles in his chest and forearms, his strong body hidden beneath his clothes.

I want to touch it...

"what?!"

When did she become like this? She shouldn't think like that. She slapped her cheek hard.

"Ha... what a filthy woman, I think."

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The stage was set up on the playground, backed by the special building, with the sound system placed around it.

I've already tested the sound, and everything is OK.

Unfortunately, the performance was in the afternoon, so the lights weren't needed. Compared to the lights, the sunlight was really insufficient.

This is a science; in a dark environment, people's eyes are drawn to and captivated by dazzling lights.

"Next time you can move it to the evening, so it won't interfere with your daytime work."

"Are you a devil?" Hayasaka Ai retorted sharply, her tone steady. "You're just like a wicked capitalist. If you keep going like this, the streetlights will be your final resting place. Someone like you will never go to heaven."

“I knew perfectly well that I wouldn’t be able to go to heaven anyway.” Uesugi Genshin shrugged and walked with her to the playground.

The designated standing area was already packed with people fifteen minutes ago.

The playground, which has a capacity of only a few hundred people, is now filled with the noisy sounds of curious students.

Meanwhile, the executive department staff were also left on the sidelines.

"Are all our people in place?" Uesugi Genshin asked Hayasaka beside him.

"Yes, I just confirmed their respective tasks with them, and they are all ready."

"Speaking of which, Hayasaka, have you ever been to a concert?"

"Do I look like someone I've seen before?" Hayasaka Ai asked, glancing at him sideways.

“That’s true, after all, your previous job didn’t allow for much leisure time,” Uesugi Genshin joked.

Hayasaka Ai sighed, not noticing anything different. "My current job is the same. No, wait. You know what I used to do?"

"It's said that concerts are something you can easily get addicted to after experiencing them just once."

“Who knows? No! I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about you…” Hayasaka Ai didn’t let him change the subject so easily.

"I know, Shijou Maki told me everything." Uesugi Genshin lied without batting an eye.

"...The Shijo family, I see." The Shinomiya family's independent branch, with its international trade, is a force to be reckoned with. In fact, the family itself has a tendency to overthrow its superiors, but none of this has anything to do with her, its subordinate, and even less to do with her, who has already left the company.

It's a reasonable answer; whether you believe it or not is no longer important.

With his hands in his pockets, Uesugi Genshin grinned mischievously, "Well, personally, I quite like maids."

"Hey! This is sexual harassment." Hayasaka Ai glared at him angrily. The word "maid" coming from his mouth always made her think of some terrible sexual fetish. At the same time, she subconsciously wondered if this person had brought her from Shuchiin because she was a maid.

Seeing that she was throwing a tantrum, Uesugi Genshin sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I just like the stockings under the maid's skirt."

White or black is fine.

"Ugh... you're hopeless, you pervert." With a snort, Hayasaka Ai conveyed in her eyes that this person was beyond redemption, then crossed her arms and turned her head to look aside.

Besides, she was wearing black pantyhose under her maid outfit.

"Ah, I'll go check on the rest room and see how their preparations are going." Seeing that everything was alright here, Uesugi Genshin decided to go over there to take a look.

Watching him leave and disappear around the corner, Hayasaka Ai shook her head, intending to check the surrounding guards again.

Uesugi Genshin walked to the dressing room that had been temporarily assigned to Toyohama and the others, but instead of going in, he saw Sakurajima Mai coming out of it.

“Ah…” She looked up at Uesugi Genshin and paused.

“Perfect timing, I have something I want to tell you.” Stepping forward, Uesugi Genshin stopped her.

"What?" Mai Sakurajima's gaze shifted slightly upwards.

"It's about what happened at noon..." Uesugi Genshin stammered, unsure how to begin. It was so difficult to even organize his thoughts on this matter.

Upon hearing this, Sakurajima Mai frowned, looking at his uncertain expression. Was he trying to mock her?

Sakurajima Mai, her head held high in anger, stomped hard on Uesugi Genshin's foot.

The woman's leather shoes were placed on the upper of a pair of sneakers that were a size too big.

"That foot..."

Mai Sakurajima ignored her and turned to look to the side.

"Miss Mai, your foot." Uesugi Genki said in a low voice, covering his mouth with his hand as he leaned closer.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

With a serious expression, Mai Sakurajima truly looks like an innocent person who "doesn't know what happened," as expected of a professional actress.

Looking down at the feet that had been stepped on, the slender ankles and the legs clad in stockings, Uesugi Genshin sighed inwardly.

A woman's heart is like three autumns. Beautiful, yet fickle.

"No, I'm honored to be stepped on."

Even though it was a joke, Mai Sakurajima's body stiffened. Her feet moved mechanically as she leaned against the wall and turned to look at the corridor.

"It was just a joke."

"Really? I think you seem quite happy."

“Well, I’d be even happier if you took off your shoes and stepped on me,” Uesugi Genshin said honestly.

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A woman's heart is as fickle as the autumn sky during the three months of autumn.

Chapter 161: Hachiman, what's your suggestion?

Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes without any attempt to hide it, her face flushed. "Fine, fine. We can't continue this conversation, so just shut up."

As she said this, she turned to face Uesugi Genshin and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"If you don't tell me, I'm going to get angry," Mai Sakurajima said with a sharp look in her eyes, clearly already somewhat annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, Uesugi Genshin regained his usual confident and proud demeanor and said, "I meant everything I said earlier."

Upon hearing this, his collar was yanked back. "Please don't expose yourself in public. When did you become this kind of person?"

Mai Sakurajima took a small step to the left, passing Genshin, and met Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze. "When did you get here?" she wondered to herself.

Although she wanted to hear Genshin's opinion on what happened at noon, it seems now... Kasumigaoka is someone she can't avoid.