Shiina Chizuru was not surprised by this answer.
Since he could easily handle Oshika Masaru, this guy's fighting skills were clearly several times more violent than his harmless appearance suggested.
Rather, it was more surprising that it was a one-on-one fight, not a group fight, and he still ended up looking like that.
"Who was it?"
"Would you know them if I told you?"
"I'll go find them and negotiate with them to team up and teach you a lesson," Shiina Chizuru said, speaking like a child. Hayato curved his lips into a smile: "She's not my opponent. Even if the two of you team up, you'd just be giving yourselves away, and besides, she wouldn't help you."
"Why?" Shiina Chizuru asked. Shouldn't everyone who deals with a bully like him be a hero, a beacon of humanity?
Hayato's smile grew even gentler: "Are you getting too comfortable? Asking so many questions?"
Shiina Chizuru grunted.
"If you don't ask, then don't ask."
She had already put on the band-aid and stood up.
Hayato held out his hand to her.
Shiina Chizuru looked at his palm. His knuckles were long and slender like bamboo shoots, fair and thin, very beautiful.
But she still showed disgust, yet, unable to resist, she placed her cold little hand on his.
He wanted to hold hands?
They were in a relationship of threat and being threatened, not a couple... Damn it, she still wanted to hold hands with her future boyfriend...
Hayato pulled his hand back, then slapped Shiina Chizuru's hand.
"Idiot, give me back the remaining band-aids. Are you trying to keep them?"
"...Oh, oh."
Shiina Chizuru finally reacted. She immediately withdrew her hand and started rummaging through her pocket.
Huh, huh?
So that's what it was about?
Wait, what was I thinking? Shiina Chizuru felt a bit of an existential crisis.
"Let's go," Hayato said.
"Go, go where?" Shiina Chizuru was a little scared. He had just said he wasn't an exhibitionist, which meant he wouldn't do it in the hallway, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it elsewhere.
"Home," Hayato said.
"Your home or my home?" Shiina Chizuru was even more terrified. "My, my mom is at my house... It's, it's not suitable..."
"Each go to their own home," Hayato said.
Shiina Chizuru:...
"Oh, oh... Then, then you go first. I..." she said hesitantly.
"Are you staying? Is something wrong?" Hayato glanced at the girl.
Did she have some trick up her sleeve?
Shiina Chizuru really didn't. She only had one problem: "I didn't, didn't bring an umbrella."
The rain outside couldn't be described as a gentle drizzle; it was a torrential downpour, like the night Yiping asked her father for money. It was indeed not suitable for going home.
"The rain will last until midnight." Hayato frowned: "Didn't you check the weather forecast when you left?"
"I forgot today..." Shiina Chizuru said.
Who do you think is to blame?
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so distracted.
Shiina Chizuru's daily life was as quiet as a machine, self-discipline seemed ingrained in her, and she rarely missed anything.
It was just the appearance of the person in front of her that disrupted her rhythm. These past two days, she had been thinking about how this guy would torment her, and she really couldn't think about anything else.
Then a dark object was thrown over.
Shiina Chizuru caught it instinctively. It was a long-handled black umbrella.
"Remember to return it to me," Hayato said indifferently.
"...Then what about you?" Shiina Chizuru asked.
"Do you think I still need an umbrella?" Hayato asked.
Ever since he appeared, he was like the reincarnation of the Dragon King. The umbrella's purpose for him was like the air in a bag of Lay's potato chips—it was there, but useless.
He carried it, firstly, because he thought it was better to have an umbrella on a rainy day, just in case he needed it.
Secondly, Master Huang, a former Chinese martial arts master, once taught that an umbrella could be used as a weapon—at least as a sword.
Shiina Chizuru was stunned, then her lips moved.
She wanted to speak but stopped, then stopped but wanted to speak.
In the end, she only managed two words.
"...Tha, thank you."
"Give me your phone," Hayato reached out.
"Wh-what do you want to do?" Shiina Chizuru's guard immediately went up.
"Do you have the right to refuse?" Hayato retorted.
Shiina Chizuru had no choice but to comply, pulling an old model smartphone from her skirt pocket.
"Password."
"0830..." Shiina Chizuru said. She knew she couldn't lie about this and could only pray that Hayato wouldn't do anything bad with her phone.
He wouldn't mass-text strange messages to her phone contacts, would he?
For example, "I, Shiina Chizuru, am inherently a slut..." or "Having fun with XX (Hayato) is so cool," or something similar to ruin her reputation...
While Shiina Chizuru's pupils were trembling with various conjectures, Hayato threw the phone back to her.
"Remember to tell me when you get home," Hayato said indifferently. He then looked at Shiina Chizuru's injured knees: "If your legs are lame, walk slower, otherwise falling on the main road will only make people laugh."
Shiina Chizuru nervously checked her messaging system. After finding no outgoing message records, she felt relieved. Hearing Hayato's words, she re-examined her contact list.
She found a new number.
The note said,
"Giant of Light"
Shiina Chizuru then remembered and quickly wanted to change the note: "What's your name?"
She didn't seem to know his name yet.
"Tiga," Hayato said.
"..."
Shiina Chizuru clearly realized this wasn't his real name, and: "The 'Anshi Seiji' you told Taicun-sensei earlier was also a fake name, wasn't it?"
"Hmm?" Hayato was startled.
It was understandable that a name like Tiga, which sounded made up, would be exposed... Could it be that "Anshi Seiji" also started to sound less human?
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