Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 100 The Classroom in the Afternoon, Scattered Test Papers

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 The Classroom in the Afternoon, Scattered Test Papers

At noon, on the sixth floor of the club building.

Messy cardboard boxes stacked together, containing bows and arrows, gloves, targets, strings, and other miscellaneous items.

This used to be a geography classroom, so you can see many dusty globes and maps.

But now, it’s just a place for the Kyudo Club to store their equipment.

In the quiet storage room, there were white test papers scattered around.

A fifteen-year-old girl sat above, using chopsticks to pick up braised ribs from the lunch box and putting them into her rosy little mouth along with rice.

Every bite was filled with happiness.

The sailor uniform top was loose and short, her fair neck and collarbone on full display at this distance, perfectly covering her slender waist where it met the skirt.

At the same time, it highlighted the girl’s petite figure.

Seeing the white thighs under the pleated skirt, Uesugi Sakura reminded her: "Skirt."

"Skirt...?"

"Hmm..."

Hanamaru Hanabi blushed, pressing the hem of her skirt down, but finding it still couldn’t cover, she could only stretch her legs out straight.

Uesugi Sakura smiled and shook his head, took a bite of the lunch box she made, and said, "Why is Hanabi always so careless in front of me?"

She’s sometimes so careless, often forgetting to wear underwear at home in the past.

She actually noticed and would go back to put them on.

"I don’t know..." Hanamaru Hanabi shook her little head and said, paying a lot of attention to what Uesugi Sakura saw just now, she was absent-minded when speaking.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t inquire further, according to his ideas, Hanabi probably was just unguarded against him, being familiar with each other from childhood.

The lunch box prepared today was also completely made according to his taste.

Though it included various peppers still within acceptance range.

She seemed eager to have him like this South American-origin plant too.

"Why does Hanabi like peppers?" Uesugi Sakura asked this question again.

"They’re delicious." She replied softly.

"But peppers are not a taste, they are a sensation." Uesugi Sakura held a piece of sweet pepper, smiling and asked her, "Hanabi knows what this means, right?"

Hearing the question, Hanamaru Hanabi tried hard to think, but still couldn’t figure it out, so she shook her head: "Hanabi doesn’t understand what Sakura means."

Uesugi Sakura had complete trust in her innocence.

"Want to know?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, I can’t tell you."

"Why not?"

"No reason."

He looked at her red little scarf under the collar, and reached out to tidy it up for her.

Hanamaru Hanabi looked at his hand on her chest with confusion, cautiously reminded: "Sakura, my bow tie isn’t crooked."

"Can’t I fix it if it’s not crooked?" Uesugi Sakura smilingly retorted.

"If it’s not crooked... why fix it?"

Uesugi Sakura was charmed by her cute expression: "No reason, if I must say, because I like you."

"Sakura... saying such things again..." Hanamaru Hanabi mumbled weakly.

Now Uesugi Sakura often had those words, "I like you," on his lips, in others’ eyes, it seemed like a scumbag’s way of pleasing a little girl.

"Don’t like it?"

The sunlight filtered through the open blinds, casting rows of light, Hanamaru Hanabi looked at her shiny little leather shoes, the words "like" echoed in her little head continuously.

"Sakura... likes to trick Hanabi..."

She had a nice voice, but her timid personality made her speak softly.

"When have I ever tricked little Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura patiently observed her carefully chewing and swallowing gestues.

Hanamaru Hanabi put down her lunch box, her violet eyes shimmered, she looked at him, her thin lips slightly parted, articulating:

"I like you (in Chinese)."

Her articulation was clumsy but could clearly be understood.

Uesugi Sakura’s chopsticks froze as he quickly recalled that day at Ichiran Ramen.

Hanamaru Hanabi looked back, her exquisite little face bore no displeasure: "Even though Sakura confessed to Hanabi, he still tries to deceive her."

Feeling guilty surged within, his throat moved after a while, Uesugi Sakura could only apologize to her:

"Sorry..."

An inexplicable anxiety about some system task arose in his heart.

Hanamaru Hanabi, hearing the apology, merely shook her head: "Sakura, no need to apologize to Hanabi. Hanabi was very happy to understand the meaning of those words, Hanabi was really happy... it was nice to know Sakura didn’t really dislike Hanabi."

Uesugi Sakura turned to look at her soft face.

Hanamaru Hanabi didn’t know anything about systems, in her view, those words were just a confession he wasn’t ready to make.

The girl’s shoulders suddenly drooped.

"Before, Hanabi was worried Sakura would always see Hanabi as a sister, would consider her a little girl always following him. Hanabi really liked Sakura, but didn’t dare to tell him."

"She was afraid Sakura would dislike her, afraid he would distance himself, afraid in his eyes, she would always be a sister who wouldn’t grow up."

"But Hanabi always really, really liked Sakura, mom knew she liked him too, and mom was always helping her, but Sakura never responded, always gently declined with a smile at Mom’s words."

"Hanabi... was really worried..."

In this storage room belonging to them alone, the girl’s feelings grew more intense.

"Hanabi was very close to yet very far from Sakura, every night when she sleeps, she imagines Sakura holding her hand, saying ’I like you.’"

"But whenever she opened her eyes, there was only the dark ceiling late at night, just like her relationship with Sakura, familiar yet never really close."

"Hanabi... is really scared..."

Hanamaru Hanabi turned to look at him again, blooming a radiant smile like summer fireworks:

"So, no matter if Sakura really confessed to her back then, hearing him say ’I like you’ made her extremely, extremely happy."

"Hanabi..."

Her words were deep and sincere.

Her trembling pupils and moist eyes tugged at the heartstrings not easily noticed.

Putting down the meticulously prepared lunch box, Uesugi Sakura reached out, tightly hugging her.

The girl’s tender body conveyed a light and gentle warmth that warmed the heart, prompting him to softly comfort:

"I’m sorry, for making little Hanabi wait so long."

The heated breathing and hazy breath made the blushing face in his arms quite intoxicating.

"Sakura should not apologize, Hanabi is very happy now..."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s soft hands climbed onto his chest, feeling his heartbeat at the same time, her watery eyes looked up at him: "Hanabi really likes Sakura... so she’ll try harder to date him..."

"Hanabi..."

Seeing her tender, charming thin lips, Uesugi Sakura felt a bit of excitement.

"Can I... kiss you?"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s violet eyes constricted tightly.

Feeling his heartbeat, she sensed her own heart accelerating along with his.

Kiss...

Despite having imagined this scene many times, when it truly came, Hanamaru Hanabi still felt shy and reserved as a girl.

The warm afternoon sunlight filled her heart, the girl blushed and slowly responded: "No..."

Then she quickly added, "If it’s on the cheek... it’s okay..."

"Okay."

The girl’s cheeks were like cotton candy, soft and sweet.

Two unfinished lunch boxes quietly sat aside.

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