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Chapter 64: Master of Nonsense

In the evening, in Qingshan’s rented house.

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The moment the sound of water came from the kitchen, Ito Xiguo looked around.

Although she was not as well-read as a certain flamingo, she did read a lot during her school days.

She was deeply impressed by a sentence from a certain writer:

A person's inner world always seems to be revealed naturally from his or her facial profile without anyone noticing.

It is probably due to the fact that this famous saying was written down.

She didn't know when she gradually developed the subconscious habit of observing people's profiles to identify their emotions.

Then Ito Nishigo discovered something.

At this moment, the woman in sight who was still plucking the overtones of the guitar seemed to be savoring a kind of secret happiness.

Obviously, even though she was smiling openly before, when he hugged her and squeezed her, there was discomfort and uneasiness hidden in her emotions.

and so--

What made her put aside the melancholy and tension in her heart temporarily?

Ito Xiguo remembered what he had just done.

Perhaps to gain more strength, while shaking someone's head with both hands, he slightly buried his face on the other side of his shoulder.

What did you do at that time?

At that moment, because her vision was blocked, she could not see the specific situation.

But she could see someone's expression.

He acted as if he'd been touched by something he didn't recognize—was it just a fingernail, or the skin on his cheek, or...

"Well!"

Ito Nishika couldn't think any further.

Because, while she was lost in thought, someone did not let her remain so quiet.

A figure had already come around behind her, hugged her, and rubbed her cheek with his palm with a smile.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears instantly.

"Qingshan..."

"I used to call you Sister Qingshan."

"Woo!"

Women from Kansai always have that kind of passionate and heroic spirit.

She is a very talkative person.

We can chat about any topic.

When dealing with people with whom you have a particularly good relationship, you tend to be more casual.

I like to use some body movements to express close relationships.

Sometimes, it may seem a little bit out of the ordinary.

For example, now.

The cat girl was really held in his arms like a pet cat, and his face was rubbed and his head was touched, and then another candy was stuffed into his palm.

Ito Nishika actually didn't object to such contact.

Because, he could keenly feel that at this moment, the girl behind him probably absorbed some energy from him that could deepen her good mood, deepen a kind of subtle joy or even happiness.

After all, these small actions can indeed bring a sense of pleasure that is worth the effort.

The girl understood this matter deeply.

Because, a few days ago, when she gently hugged and kissed another guy's shoulders from behind, seeing that he seemed to be unbearable yet secretly happy, she herself felt a similar sense of fulfillment and happiness.

Although, it’s not an appropriate analogy - thinking of this, the girl felt shy for a rare time.

I don't know why. That night was fine. I just thought he was cute.

But afterwards and this morning, when he, for some unknown reason, had taken the initiative, and responded a little, it must have triggered a certain button in my body. When I recalled those scenes, I suddenly felt a very pleasant sense of shame.

So much so that the red cheeks, the accelerated heartbeat—and the slightly shorter and heavier breathing did not escape the other person's observation.

Some minor misunderstandings arose.

The woman behind him quickly let go, carefully pulled the chair over, and sat next to him.

"Are you okay, Ito?"

"No."

"Um..."

Qingshan Xiazhi blinked and his expression became a little embarrassed.

"Ito, are you a little bit fed up with me... well, just say it! It's nothing."

"it does not matter."

Ito Nishika continued to shake his head slowly, his voice a little soft due to not being able to adjust in time, "I know that Sister Qingshan likes to express her attitude and good mood in this way."

"Sister Aoyama, Sister Aoyama... Wow, can you shout a few more times? I like to hear it, Ito!"

Miss Xiazhi reached out and gently pinched Xiao Xiguo's cheek, "I really like being called sister by a cute girl like you!"

She smiled and shared some of her thoughts and feelings.

Talking about her being the youngest child in the family.

Talking about when I was in junior high school, I had a female classmate and said that after school I would follow her to make an extra trip to pick up her younger sister who was in elementary school.

She mentioned the scene where the little girl held her deskmate's hand and called her sister obediently.

"At the time, I thought, it would be great if I could have a sister who was so obedient and would hold my hand and run around everywhere. Perhaps it was also a kind of regret from my school days."

"So, Sister Qingshan, do you think of me as the missing sister?"

"You don't find it bothering you?"

"Maybe, a little. But from your perspective, I can understand it, and then, I think I can accept it."

"That's so considerate, Ito!"

Qingshan Xiazhi grabbed the girl's hand and said, "I'm sorry, though. I kept thinking of you as my imaginary sister and couldn't help wanting to get close to you. If this really doesn't work, remember to complain. I'll change it right away!"

"If I really couldn't accept it, I would have told you a long time ago."

"Thank you, thank you... woooo~"

The angel's light once again enlightens mortals and makes them more pious.

However, the next sentence gives people the illusion of being subjected to both kindness and severity:

"Sister Qingshan, do you also long for such a close, imaginary brother?"

"what?"

The woman with a ponytail quickly shook her head like a rattle.

"No, no, no... In our family, boys and girls are kept very separate. My great-grandmother is from Okinawa, and they pay a lot of attention to details like this."

"..."

During the silence, Qingshan Xiazhi saw a girl glance towards the kitchen.

There came a relaxing humming sound mixed in with the sound of splashing water and the clinking of dishes and chopsticks. It was one of the tunes that had been played just now.

Then, the girl looked back.

The little gestures between girls have always been very efficient in communication.

Almost instantly, Qingshan Xiazhi felt cold sweat breaking out and had an inexplicable and strange feeling of guilt.

But he quickly adjusted himself and suppressed his emotions.

He scratched his head with an afterthought.

"Ah, you're referring to me treating Xiaolin. That's true. Sometimes, for no apparent reason, I can't help but imitate you, Ito, and hit Xiaolin with my fists and kicks. But..."

She quickly opened her eyes and found a point to change the subject.

He suddenly showed a worried expression, grabbed the girl's hands, and raised them slightly:

"Come to think of it, you two didn't seem to be paying much attention to each other today. It's much worse than before. What happened?"

As she spoke, Miss Xiazhi leaned forward and said:

"Did you have a fight? Come to think of it, last week you and your partner wanted to take me on a trip to Hokkaido... What happened then?"

A series of follow-up questions seemed to disrupt the short-haired girl's conversation rhythm.

The system was stuck and down for a while before her dazed eyes regained clarity.

Without being able to think it through completely, I spoke hastily:

"Have we, uh... sort of, figured out each other's boundaries?"

"Eh? So they did have a fight, huh?"

"No... Ugh!"

As Miss Ito exclaimed, the older girl suddenly hugged her in her arms, making a sad sound.

"You two must be good to each other. What should I do if you two never see each other again?"

Miss Ito widened her eyes.

"No, it's not that exaggerated! Don't think it's that bad!"

"If you guys fall out and I'm left in the middle, I'll cry my eyes out at night."

"no..."

Their positions changed instantly.

Completely contrary to what was expected, at this moment, Ms. Ito became the one who needed to explain herself.

While frowning and trying to come up with something suitable to say, I felt guilty and a little nervous:

"That's not the case. It's just that, since Senior and I don't plan on developing a romantic relationship... well, we talked about it and felt that maybe our previous friendships were a little too close. Maybe, maybe, maybe... it could lead to misunderstandings. I... uh."

Faced with the distressed and slightly sad expression on the face of the originally lively woman in front of him, Ito Xiguo's voice unconsciously became smaller and smaller.

It's not just the discomfort of "lying" to some extent. There is also another strong sense of guilt.

She cares so much about our relationship, but at this moment, I have to lie to her and make her so sad...

However, I cannot tell the truth now. Because, Senior, I am not ready yet, I need time...

When she thought of this, the girl felt even more guilty.

Not only did he completely forget the idea of ​​secretly testing a woman's opinion of his senior, he also quickly reached out and hugged her as she threw herself into his arms, completely changing his role from being a "younger sister" hugged and pampered by the "elder sister" to a little parent who coaxed the older child.

"I mean, don't worry too much, Sister Qingshan... We will handle it. Maybe things will develop much better than you think in the future?"

"But I'm really scared!"

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”

Looking at the uneasy expression of the sister-like woman, Ito Xiguo was a little conflicted.

How about being a little less pretentious in front of her and your seniors?

Originally, my so-called aloofness in public was just my own little mischievousness, but I never expected that it would repeatedly hurt other friends and cause them concern.

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The same goes for Rina and Aoyama-san.

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