Milk-white liquid.
It streamed down Miyajima Sosaku's head, along his hair, finally almost flowing into his mouth.
"Ptooey, ptooey!"
Miyajima Sosaku spat twice, then glared at Hayato with an angry gaze: "Do you know what you're doing, you uncultured thing! Bastard! Idiot! Baka yarou!!"
Seeing this guy so exasperated yet only able to utter such 'fragrant' words made Hayato sigh deeply in loneliness.
In terms of cursing, he had truly been unrivaled since his transmigration. Let me teach you.
Hayato opened his mouth, ready to first greet the female members within three generations of this guy's direct relatives: "I'll f*ck your sister…"
After saying it, he immediately shut up.
Oh no.
He actually does have a sister, and she's standing right next to him.
Miyajima Tsubaki naturally heard Hayato's bold and cloud-piercing declaration. How to put it, it felt a bit strange.
She felt offended.
But if she raised an objection at this moment, it would make the teenager lose face and his momentum would dissipate.
Miyajima Tsubaki thought for a moment. Forget it, it's just words, not actual action, so let him be.
Instead, Hayato scratched his head awkwardly and explained:
"Um, the 'sister' in 'I'll f*ck your sister' refers to his sister in my imagination, not his real sister. I say 'I'll f*ck your sister' with my mouth, but in reality, I can still be good friends with his sister…"
"You shut up!" Miyajima Tsubaki was slightly annoyed.
Her face flushed as she spoke. If he hadn't explained, she could have pretended not to hear, but with the explanation, it was impossible to ignore.
"You brat—"
Miyajima Sosaku, meanwhile, showed no reaction to Hayato wanting to violate his sister. He was only furious that his expensive hairstyle had been so easily ruined by this guy.
Anger surged in his heart, and his fist flew towards Hayato's face!
Miyajima Sosaku threw a punch at Hayato's handsome face.
Hayato instinctively reached for his wooden sword, preparing to meet the attack.
But before his hand could touch the wooden sword, he watched Miyajima Sosaku's not-so-large fist grow clearer and clearer in his vision.
Hayato tilted his head, then stepped aside.
Miyajima Sosaku's punch missed, but because he used too much force, his body lunged forward, and under the effect of inertia, he missed his target and instead fell clumsily.
Hayato: ...
He looked at Miyajima Sosaku in surprise.
"Damn it! You brat!" Miyajima Sosaku quickly got up, rubbed his sore knees twice, then pointed viciously, his finger hovering near Hayato's nose: "How dare you ambush me!!"
No, Hayato felt he hadn't done anything.
Miyajima Sosaku looked around and saw a mop right by the back door of the milk tea shop.
And it was within his reach.
He grabbed the mop, raising it high above his head:
"Go to hell!!"
Miyajima Sosaku roared, wielding the mop like a wooden sword, and swung it down towards Hayato's head.
This time, Hayato was too lazy to even draw his sword, and simply shifted his body again.
Miyajima Sosaku's attack missed once more, and Hayato lifted his foot again, kicking him in the butt.
Miyajima Sosaku immediately rolled across the ground like a wheel, then lay flat on his back, gazing at the blue sky, already panting.
Hayato was instantly greatly disappointed.
Miyajima Sosaku's first attack was so slow that it gave Hayato the feeling of "it's not that others are getting slower, but that I'm getting faster"; he even thought that hard work had finally paid off, and his many days of training had finally yielded results, immediately wanting to shout, "Yay! I've mastered it!"
Then Miyajima Sosaku's second move, swinging the mop, pulled Hayato back to reality.
That's right, he hadn't gotten stronger.
It was just that his opponent was too weak.
Hayato smacked his lips, then looked at Miyajima Sosaku, who was having trouble getting up after just two moves.
Damn it, what are you so arrogant about, Weakling!?
He had truly never fought such an easy battle.
Hayato walked over lightly, picked up the mop that had fallen beside the Weakling, who reluctantly straightened his back, staring intently at Hayato's movements.
"What do you want to do? I'll kill you if you're not careful!"
In Hayato's opinion, the only hard part of this Comrade Weakling was probably his mouth, so his bones must also be soft.
He gestured towards the latter's right leg.
"I'll break your other leg too," he said calmly.
"Go ahead and try," Miyajima Sosaku said.
Hayato was slightly surprised.
He looked up at Miyajima Sosaku, who was staring intently at him.
He didn't seem to doubt that he would do such a thing, but at the same time... he didn't seem too scared either.
Miyajima Sosaku bit his lip tightly, just glaring at Hayato, then remained silent.
Hayato symbolically raised his hand, but Miyajima Sosaku didn't even blink.
Oh no, was it not just his mouth that was tough?
"Forget it, the right leg is boring," Hayato said again: "Let's break the third leg."
Saying that, he gestured towards Miyajima Sosaku's crotch.
"Heh—" Miyajima Sosaku still showed no fear, instead sneering, "Go ahead and try if you dare."
"Tsk." Hayato was about to strike, then remembered Sawamura Airiri was still beside him.
He thought for a moment, then slammed the mop onto Miyajima Sosaku's "girlfriend," which was his right hand.
"—Ow!" Miyajima Sosaku was about to howl, but Hayato stuffed the cloth end of the mop into his mouth.
Miyajima Sosaku could only groan "Mmm mmm," his legs flailing weakly from the pain.
After a while, the pain didn't disappear so easily, but Miyajima Sosaku seemed to adapt, and his groans gradually faded.
Then the two looked at each other again.
Miyajima Sosaku's eyes were bloodshot, while Hayato was calm, like a dark spring, with only a slight surprise at the bottom of his eyes.
He glanced at Sawamura Airiri, who seemed to want to stop Hayato.
Hayato thought for a moment, then released his grip on the mop handle.
Miyajima Sosaku greedily gulped down air as a result.
"Let's go, tell me what happened."
Hayato said, no longer looking at Miyajima Sosaku. Although this guy was talking nonsense, he hadn't actually figured out the feud between the siblings yet—though it was clear that this older brother was definitely not a good person.
Miyajima Tsubaki nodded, then instinctively looked back at Miyajima Sosaku.
Miyajima Sosaku finally managed to stand up with great effort.
He looked at Hayato with venomous eyes, then gently shook his wrist.
Judging by his appearance, his palm... at least the bones in his wrist seemed to be fine.
Miyajima Tsubaki breathed a sigh of relief.
She wasn't worried about Miyajima Sosaku; she was just afraid that causing trouble would put the young man who stood up for her in a difficult position.
"Let's go," Hayato called out.
"Oh." Miyajima Tsubaki quickly nodded, wanting to follow.
The two had not even walked two steps, one in front of the other, when they heard Miyajima Sosaku's sinister call from behind,
"You."
"Hmm?" Hayato turned around, asking playfully, "What? Not exciting enough?"
Miyajima Sosaku let out a deep chuckle, not answering, but instead asked, "What's your name?"
Don't answer!
Miyajima Tsubaki instinctively shouted, but Hayato spoke before her:
"I don't change my name when I walk, nor my surname when I sit! I am Kami Jou Touma!"
Miyajima Tsubaki: ...
"Heh heh, Kami Jou Touma... Kami Jou Touma..." Miyajima Sosaku repeated the name twice, then chuckled.
...
"So,"
Miyajima Tsubaki was led by Hayato back to the milk tea shop first to retrieve her "Strawberry Oden" that belonged to her but she hadn't drunk at all. She held it in her hands: "Who is 'Kami Jou Touma'?"
Could it be that this guy also used a fake name and surname like herself? But if so, there would be no need to say it in front of Miyajima Sosaku...
Then Miyajima Tsubaki received an even more outrageous answer.
"My love rival," Hayato said lightly.
"Pfft," Miyajima Tsubaki quickly covered her mouth, and only after swallowing the milk tea in her mouth did she speak again: "...Aren't you harming him? If Kami Jou-kun gets into trouble..."
"Don't worry, he's no match for my love rival," Hayato said disdainfully.
Is he a love rival or a good friend? Miyajima Tsubaki couldn't help but think, "How do you feel like this love rival is quite formidable in your mind...?"
Nonsense. "If he wasn't formidable, would my ex-girlfriend have run off with him?" Hayato was furious.
"Oh..."
Miyajima Tsubaki didn't drink milk tea even once a year, finding the taste quite fresh. She gently stirred the liquid with a straw while secretly observing Hayato.
So he had a girlfriend.
But then again, high school students these days aren't as innocent as they were back then; dating and going to love hotels are commonplace, so no one should reach high school without having dated. But if he said "ex-girlfriend," does that mean they've already broken up?
Ah, no, Tsubaki! Now is not the time to think about such things.
Miyajima Tsubaki admonished herself. The keywords "love hotel" and "love" invariably reminded Miyajima Tsubaki to always prioritize Sakura.
"Don't do such dangerous things in the future, okay?" But Miyajima Tsubaki still couldn't help but remind him.
Not good.
Who knows if that scoundrel Miyajima Sosaku will really go to Shiraki to cause him trouble... But that's a school after all, Miyajima Sosaku shouldn't be able to act lawlessly, right? Miyajima Tsubaki worried for a moment, but then felt that the safety of Baiqiu High School should be guaranteed.
Hayato was unaware of what she was thinking, otherwise, he would definitely nod and praise, "It's peaceful, our Shiraki is very peaceful."
Still, let Sakura keep an eye on this child. Miyajima Tsubaki began to ponder again, then thought... No, didn't I ask him out to inquire about Sakura? Why am I asking Sakura about him instead?
Tsubaki, you need to get your priorities straight. Miyajima Tsubaki told herself.
Hayato smiled noncommittally, then asked:
"What were you two talking about in the back? I just happened to pass by and only noticed your troubled expression, but I didn't notice what happened before."
Miyajima Tsubaki pursed her lips. She was still grateful to Hayato, especially since this was the second time he had helped her.
"He's the 'detestable person' I told you about," Miyajima Tsubaki said.
"Your scoundrel older brother?" Hayato asked.
"More or less... Every time we meet, he asks me for money, and it was the same this time," Miyajima Tsubaki said, but she didn't mention Miyajima Sosaku's subsequent demands.
She probably knew it wasn't a good thing, but seeing Hayato's innocent appearance, she still didn't want him to hear such filthy things.
But... "innocent"? Miyajima Tsubaki asked herself. She had chatted with Hayato a few times, not many, but she had never heard him say any vulgar words, not even suggestive ones. And what he talked about was always trivial matters. Such a young man should be considered innocent among Japan high school students, right?
That's right, Miyajima Tsubaki's face flushed.
That previous phrase, "I'll screw your sister," was perhaps a bit too stirring...
But that was just a curse word for venting, it doesn't count, it doesn't count.
Miyajima Tsubaki made excuses for Hayato.
"Asking a high school student for money?" Hayato scoffed. That guy must be an adult, right?
Miyajima Tsubaki nodded her head.
"Then just don't give it to him. Why were you threatened?" Hayato asked. He only understood the lip-reading of the phrase "●●, you wouldn't want...", and couldn't understand the rest at all. "I mean... your expression at the time looked like you were being threatened. Does he have something on you?" he added.
Miyajima Tsubaki looked at Hayato.
"What's wrong?" Hayato was puzzled.
"..." Miyajima Tsubaki pointed at Hayato. She was willing to say this because she hoped Hayato would be more careful.
Hayato tilted his head: ?
Goodness, the victim is actually me.
...No, that's not right. If it's just about Miss Money, it shouldn't count as a "victim."
Miyajima Tsubaki nodded, further confirming what Hayato was thinking.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs," Hayato said with a wry smile, "If he really tries to do anything to me, I'll handle it myself... and,"
That's strange.
Usually, when people threaten others, they at least find a childhood sweetheart, or a boyfriend or close friend... How did Brother Sawamura manage to threaten successfully with him, a mere passerby? Sawamura Airiri's moral standards, how do they feel as high as Miyajima Sakura's...
"You should still be careful," Miyajima Tsubaki said, unable to resist adding another reminder: "If anything unexpected happens, you can call me, anytime."
"Mmm, you too," Hayato said lightly.
Although she was the one who brought it up first, after receiving such a reply, Miyajima Tsubaki felt a sense of security.
She swallowed, wanting to talk about Sakura's situation.
Miyajima Tsubaki thought that if it were this person, he would definitely be willing to help.
But soon, she dismissed the idea.
No, he is still just a high school student. If he has too much contact with someone like Miyajima Sosaku, it would be like pushing him into a quagmire, and he might never recover.
She couldn't be so selfish; she couldn't harm him like that.
Miyajima Tsubaki bit her pink lips, then bit the straw, and said nothing more.
The two had been walking and talking for quite a while.
Miyajima Tsubaki suddenly realized that she hadn't been out shopping like this for some time… let alone with a member of the opposite sex.
Moreover, this "opposite sex" was her daughter's friend; the age gap alone would make people find it strange.
If she were ten or twenty years younger, perhaps she would consider this stroll a "date."
However, in the eyes of this young man, she was a JK.
Would the young man secretly consider it a "date" in his heart?
Miyajima Tsubaki felt a strange sense of anticipation.
Then she heard the young man say:
"If there's nothing else, I'll go home and do practice problems. Bye-bye."
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