Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 143 - 141: The Interweaving of Dreams and Reality

Chapter 143: Chapter 141: The Interweaving of Dreams and Reality

What does a beautiful dream feel like?

Half awake, half in a daze.

It seems false, yet one is deeply trapped within, hard to extricate oneself.

In memory, the haze covering her face is neither cloud nor mist, and the weak calling of his name echoes ethereally, leaving a sense of vagueness.

Only that radiant smile is deeply engraved in the mind.

The soft feeling is like a cotton candy made of white sugar.

In the morning, dazzling sunlight breaks at the bedside, closed eyes basked in red glow, waking up from a great dream.

Sleepy eyes slowly half-open, light filters through the windows of the soul.

The curtains swaying in the wind make the shadowy beams of light leap brilliantly across the face.

The light chirping sounds outside the window sneak into the room with the wind.

Uesugi Sakura sits up from the much softer bed, dazes for a few seconds, rubs the brow, trying hard to adapt to the strong light.

Then, he sits blankly for a few minutes, before turning his neck to look at Hanamaru Hanabi, who is still asleep.

Her breathing is steady and even, with a faint tender red on her cheeks.

Covered with a thin sheet, her two small hands are placed on her chest, lying sideways on the bed.

The girl sleeps deeply as ever, still loving to sleep in on mornings.

And on himself, there is only a thin pajama.

Thinking of the cold frost and bright moon seen getting up last night, he can’t help but shiver.

Seems a bit cold.

Sniffling, Uesugi Sakura gets up and pulls the curtains open, facing the enthusiastic sunlight against the azure sky, glancing at the tightly shut blinds of his own house, and stands for a few minutes.

After warming up a bit, he subconsciously thinks of going to the washroom to wash up.

But turning his head and seeing Hanamaru Hanabi sleeping in his bed, he suddenly realizes... this is Hanabi’s home.

Forget it, better call her to get up first, otherwise, she won’t be up for half a day.

"Get up, little Hanabi."

After a prolonged "mh~", Hanamaru Hanabi sleepily says, "Sakura-kun... don’t... randomly touch Hanabi’s waist..."

"..."

"Get up, not touch waist, why always thinking about touching waist." Uesugi nudges her again.

Hanamaru Hanabi, with her eyes closed, makes "woo—" sounds, seemingly trying hard to grasp the meaning of "get up."

After a while.

"Hanabi... wants to... sleep a little longer..."

Waited so long just to hear this?

Uesugi Sakura gazes at her peaceful sleeping face, don’t know why, just wants to wake her up.

Hands directly grab her waist through the thin sheet.

The corners of her mouth gradually curl up, the girl with closed eyes smiles.

"Ticklish..."

Still not getting up?

Uesugi Sakura directly increases the force.

"Haha~ Sakura, Sakura-kun no!"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cute cheeks immediately break into a smile, stretching out small hands to try to stop him.

"Get up."

Tears well up at the corners of her eyes, laughing till out of breath, "Hanabi, Hanabi got it."

Seeing she’s indeed intending to get up, Uesugi Sakura lets go.

"What do you feel like wearing today?"

"That white shirt." Hanamaru Hanabi sits up, her wine-colored eyes still not awake, grasping the sheet covering herself.

"Not wearing a little dress?"

"Can wear too, which one does Sakura-kun like Hanabi to wear?" Hanamaru Hanabi looks up at him.

"I can pick whatever?" Uesugi Sakura smiles, "The usual school uniform is really nice."

Morning light shines through the gap in the curtains, scattered at the bedside, making the outline of the girl in the backlight distinct and striking.

"But wearing a sailor suit on the weekend, wouldn’t it be weird?"

For normal high school girls, that’s the impression they have.

Uniforms are for school, wearing them on a resting weekend to the streets?

Uesugi Sakura suddenly recalls the little dress worn that day in the rain, she carries an airy, ethereal quality.

"That off-shoulder white dress is also good."

Hanamaru Hanabi hesitates a little, softly says, "That... dress is too short..."

Too short?

At that time, he only noticed the shoulders and legs, didn’t pay attention whether the dress was short or not.

But recalling from the courtyard angle, indeed it was pretty short.

"Haven’t you been wearing safety shorts recently? No worries, as long as it looks nice."

Since hearing about that dress, Hanamaru Hanabi has been quite sensitive.

Hearing "safety shorts" makes her pause a second, her youthful and delicate face full of cherry red, dumb and softly asks:

"Sakura-kun... how do you know Hanabi has been wearing safety shorts lately?"

"..."

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Saturday, birds flying across the azure skyline, beneath the firmament are a few youths entering the waiting room, clad in spotless Kyudo Uniform.

At the entrance outside the dojo, the promotional sign for "Tokyo Shinjuku Kyudo Association Competition" is prominently visible.

The bustling crowd chats as they enter the venue and step into the audience seats.

——Everyone here knows something about Kyudo.

There are students from various school Kyudo Clubs coming to learn, audiences with an interest in Kyudo, various dojos, enthusiasts, learners...

Having long-standing tradition and accumulation, Kyudo’s popularity and appeal are no less than Sword Dao.

The rules are simple and clear, the loud twang soaring to the sky, as archers demonstrate exquisitely beautiful shooting forms, with the resonant release of an arrow, everyone’s heartstrings ripple with the lingering reverberations of the bowstring, rippling across the sky.

"Ha~"

In the second waiting room of the venue, Uesugi Sakura covers his mouth to yawn, though he slept comfortably last night.

But being too comfortable may also make someone lazy.

"...Uesugi, are you okay?" Hirata Masanobu looks at his lazy figure, somewhat worried.

Uesugi Sakura shrugs his shoulders, relaxes, "No problem, no problem."

"Uesugi, when you say ’no problem’ twice, I can’t help but worry." Hirata Masanobu’s expression indeed shows so, "Our strength isn’t great, mainly relying on you and Senior Sugita’s stable performance."