Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 114 - 86. Dubian Che keeps his distance from them.

Chapter 114: 86. Dubian Che keeps his distance from them.

Although his room already contained two pairs of women’s thigh-high socks worn by his girlfriend Jiutiao Meijie, they were, after all, just socks, and he could explain them away if anyone were to find out.

This was not like some risqué magazine that Jiutiao Meijie would just tease him about if she saw. Its presence was like a bomb without a set timer to go off!

He should find a trash bin far from his rented room to dispose of it.

Dubian Che covered his face with his hands, absentmindedly thinking about this as an image floated into his mind,

After observing for a while, he realized that the risk of exposure was actually very low.

Firstly, the double reed players were positioned at the back and on the edge of the whole classroom, and Mayi Asuka always stayed on her seat, hardly ever going to the bathroom.

Plus, the skirt was deliberately lowered; unless one of those scenes often found in light novels but never in reality occurred, it was impossible to be discovered.

At noon, the morning’s practice concluded as there was a concert scheduled for the afternoon, giving everyone two hours to eat and change locations.

Dubian Che acted alone.

To help Kiyono Lin blend into the Wind Instrument Club, he intentionally kept his distance from her in front of them.

It was a preferable arrangement for him.

Then, at least Jiutiao Meijie won’t find excuses to punish him. And at that moment, Dubian Che didn’t want to walk with anyone.

Especially with women’s panties on him.

This was too perverse!

Standing on the platform, Dubian Che couldn’t help but worry that a station attendant would come over suddenly, saying they needed to search him.

He would really jump into the tracks then.

"I better keep my distance from Mayi Asuka from now on!" Dubian Che raised his palm toward the blue sky and then slowly exhaled on the back of his hand.

This was the breathing technique Kiyono Lin taught him.

"Make sure the breath doesn’t break, create a bridge of air between your hand and lips," he could recite her words perfectly.

The clouds slowly moved between his fingers, as if he was blowing them away.

At that moment, a group of girls in Goda High School uniforms walked onto the platform, members of the low brass section of the Wind Instrument Club.

To avoid the sun that could hurt their skin, they ran under the canopy where Dubian Che stood.

Hanaoka Asako and Ichiki Aoi nodded at him, while the others simply ignored him, only Mayi Asuka casually sat next to him.

Her body’s scent, as always, was quickly captured by Dubian Che’s nose.

The others were taken aback, but seeing that Mayi Asuka didn’t greet him, they simply thought she didn’t regard the ill-tempered Dubian Che at all and didn’t suspect their relationship.

Dubian Che subconsciously glanced at her skirt then immediately moved two seats away.

Now that he decided to stay away from this flirt, he had to act right away!

Dubian Che did not expect that Mayi Asuka would move closer to him again.

The members of the low brass section were dumbfounded.

Then, Mayi Asuka patted the empty seat next to her and signaled to Hanaoka Asako to sit, "Sit."

It turned out she was making space for others, although the senior seemed aloof, she was actually very kind-hearted inside... This was the thought of the low brass members.

Flirts are scary; I want to go back to the countryside... This was Dubian Che’s thought.

The low brass members gathered around Mayi Asuka, chatting among themselves, talking about how hot the weather was, and sharing their recently used sunscreens.

The mood was vivacious, but Dubian Che only felt their noise making the weather even hotter.

Can’t summer be a bit quieter? Are they sparrows or cicadas? After grumbling to himself, Dubian Che stared blankly at the contrails.

The train rattled into the station, stirring up a hot breeze.

As they boarded, Mayi Asuka whispered to Dubian Che,

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else see."

What did that mean?

He didn’t matter then?!

Women are too cunning; saying such things means Dubian Che couldn’t simply regard her as a flirt!

The Wind Instrument Club received applause for their afternoon concert.

Although the applause was only barely enthusiastic, compared to the last time when they were a laughingstock, it was a world apart.

After the performance, Kiyono Lin declared that they would go straight home to rest well tonight and continue practicing tomorrow.

The paths of Dubian Che and Kiyono Lin coincided on their way home, so they met up halfway.

"After so much scheming and training, they should listen to you obediently from now on, right?" Dubian Che said with a smirk, trying to show a cunning capitalist exploitation.

Kiyono Lin looked at him discontentedly, "Don’t make me sound so sly; the idea was yours, and you implemented it on your own."

"You cooperated, didn’t you? Technically, it’s a conspiracy."

Kiyono Lin sighed, "I can’t dispute that."

As they walked along the Shinjuku National Road and passed a bus stop that sprayed mist, Kiyono Lin suddenly said, "Thanks for what happened this time."

Her tone was very sincere, carrying a forthright flavor.

Dubian Che wasn’t used to such moments. It was as if Dad suddenly said, ’Son, I love you.’

Understanding each other’s intentions should suffice; why make it so formal?

It’s embarrassing.

"Helping a beautiful girl like Kiyono is my duty," Dubian Che used a joke to dissipate the serious mood.

Kiyono Lin covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh, I thought I was special. Turns out, Mr. Dubian, you’re like this with every cute girl."

"No, no, no," Dubian Che hurriedly clarified in a flustered manner, "I am only like this with you, Miss Kiyono!"

Kiyono Lin blinked rapidly twice, gazing at him stunned.

"What’s wrong?" Dubian Che asked in confusion.

Kiyono Lin turned her head away and whispered, "Thank you."

If it weren’t for their close proximity and the street’s quietness due to the scorching heat of the July afternoon at around two or three, Dubian Che wouldn’t have heard her clearly.

"Why are you thanking me... huh?! Was what I just said true?!"

"...Yes."

"Mr. Kiyono, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you! I just think that someone who insists on not lying like you deserves to have people stand by your side, support you, and help you."

"So that’s it. I thought it was a confession of love and was thinking of how to reject you without making you run onto the street and kill yourself."

"Kill myself... Mr. Kiyono, you might have heatstroke."

"Heatstroke? No."

"But you look really pale."

"I..."

"Hey? Kiyono, are you alright?!"

The road in the distance twisted under the glare of the sun, and Dubian Che’s voice grew distant. After a dizzy spell, Kiyono Lin lost consciousness.

"...Even a hundred-yen shop’s fruit knife can peel without sticking..."

Kiyono Lin woke from her faint, her senses gradually returning. The smell of hospital disinfectant lingered in her nose, while Dubian Che’s indecipherable mutterings reached her ears.

"What happened to me?"

"You’re awake?"

Kiyono Lin watched as Dubian Che came over with a peeled apple, but she had no appetite to eat anything.

"Thank you, I really don’t..."

Crunch—the apple was bitten into, forming a perfect logo-like bite mark.

"Don’t mention it, I just called an ambulance. Oh yes, the doctor said you’re fine, just physically weak and you haven’t been resting well recently. Plus, thinking too much and then getting sunburnt caused the heatstroke."

Dubian Che savored the sweet juice and succulent flesh of the apple.

Kiyono Lin watched the apple being eaten bite by bite and closed her eyes again.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"

"..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me. I’ll call the doctor for you," Dubian Che said as he took another bite of the apple.

"..."

"Fresh, juicy, with a unique fragrance. I only ate such apples back in my hometown, freshly picked from the tree. Do you know? In my school, there’s an old apple tree, over thirty years old, and it bears green apples every year. Have you ever eaten green apples? They’re not sour, and are very sweet..."

The whole hospital room was filled with the sound of ’crunch, crunch’ of eating apples and Dubian Che’s endless, rambling memories.

Kiyono Lin felt a headache coming on and tried to massage her temples, but she realized her usual hand was hooked to an IV drip, so she switched to the other hand.

Having finished the apple, Dubian Che threw away the core and went to wash his hands in the restroom.

"Want something to drink? A beverage? I’ll go buy it for you," he said while drying his hands.

"Apple."

"So you did want to eat? Weren’t you saying you didn’t earlier?"

Kiyono Lin’s face reddened, and she incredulously asked, "You did that on purpose?"

"Hahaha." Dubian Che let out a hearty laugh.

Kiyono Lin pulled the blanket over her head, feigning death.

Once someone lies on a hospital bed, they appear vulnerable. Had this been in the activity room, Kiyono Lin would definitely have retorted with sharp words.

’But isn’t this guy too cute, doing such things with Jiutiao’s charm—is he seducing me? He must be, right?’

Dubian Che picked up another apple and began peeling it with a fruit knife.

"These are from a stall outside the hospital, not those flashy fruit specialty stores in Ginza. Not sure if you’re used to this."

"What’s the difference?" asked Kiyono Lin, her voice even more subdued and weak than usual from beneath the blanket.

"You sound like a high-society young lady with no real-life experience," Dubian Che said, keeping the peel unbroken. "Do you know Ikebukuro West First Street?"

It was his main shopping spot before he got the system and started mooching off Jiutiao Meijie.

"I’ve never been."

"I guess you wouldn’t have been to such a place. Just by hearing the name, locals could imagine how shabby the fruit stores there are. Of course, that’s in comparison to the fruit specialty stores in Ginza. But for ordinary people, the quality is acceptable."

"Why would you guess that just from the name?"

"There are massage parlors, adult video stores, and barbecue restaurants nearby, what do you think?"

"You visited those adult video stores," Kiyono Lin stated with unexpected certainty.

"Wrong. Out of four choices, you got three wrong; I wonder how you became the top student in the school."

"It’s because I have such a poor impression of you that I chose the wrong answer."

"Yeah yeah, I, the poor impression, have peeled your fruit. Eat it, young lady," Dubian Che said as he put down the fruit knife and handed her the sliced apple.

Kiyono Lin poked her head out from under the blanket, her complexion back to normal.

She took the apple with her pale, delicate hand, thanked him, and then bit into it with evident satisfaction.

The fruit peel in the trash can broke halfway, a pity.

It seemed that he still needed a fruit knife from the system store to show his full potential, so Dubian Che conveniently blamed the budget fruit knife from the hundred-yen shop.

After Kiyono Lin finished eating, he wiped her hands with a damp towel, then Dubian Che looked out theindow.

The sun was already giving off a bit of sunset’s glow.

"Since you’re okay, I’ll head out first," he said as he prepared to leave.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks for today."

Dubian Che waved his hand, picked up the box containing the oboe from the sofa, and walked out of the hospital room.