Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 148 - 143: Strength, Undoubtedly.

Chapter 148: Chapter 143: Strength, Undoubtedly.

On the morning of the next day, people held onto the straps with one hand, their minds as hazy as the rattling electric train.

The life of a corporate worker often comes with working weekends.

For students, a leisurely weekend is best spent sleeping.

Hanamaru Hanabi, lying on her own big bed, turned slightly, her soft short hair a bit tousled, and around her light red lips were damp strands of hair.

The dream in her little head always includes that face getting closer and closer.

Yesterday afternoon by the Kanda River, they leaned over to gaze at the river surface together, enjoying the breeze brushing over the water.

Just as she turned her head, someone took advantage of her inattention and kissed her without a care.

The feeling of kissing someone you like is wonderful; as the soft lips touch each other, a surge of emotions erupts, touching the soul.

The longer the kiss, the deeper the affection.

The hormones generated make the head feel dizzy.

The other’s scent, the other’s taste, the other’s wetness, all make the heart race.

The heart is filled with warm, sweet honey.

And the moment they separated, their eyes met by the riverbank, their mutual love was beyond words.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks were rosy, and with a sleepy face, she gently pursed her cherry lips, savoring that tingle.

The closer the handsome face in the dream got, the more the little deer in her heart pranced about nervously.

Under the warm breath of that gentle face, her fair neck subconsciously rose, nodding slightly, softly calling:

"Sakura... Sakura-kun..."

The dreamlike murmurs floating in the air, gentle and magnetic.

The handsome profile above was full of dazzling light.

A faint smile, stirring the heart.

The pink soft lips met again like a tangled mess submerged in water.

The sweet taste was delightful, making one lost.

The kiss, held for so long, felt real to the point of being surreal.

The girl closed her enchanting eyes tightly, her little hands unconsciously wrapping around.

At this moment, her waist felt as if it was gently caressed by someone, becoming ticklish.

Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly opened her eyes, her dizzy little head waking up, and she abruptly pushed away the face pressing against hers.

"Ouch~ It hurts."

Her finger poked at Uesugi Sakura’s face.

"Ah...?"

Hanamaru Hanabi quickly pulled back her little hand, placing it on her chest, and seeing the thin line of blood on his face, she hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, Sakura-kun."

Uesugi Sakura looked at the girl lying on the bed and smiled: "No need to apologize, it’s fine."

He pulled a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his face.

It could only be said that his skin was scratched by a fingernail.

"Won’t it hurt?" Hanamaru Hanabi sat up on the bed, her blinking purple eyes full of concern.

As she approached, the sweet scent of a girl wafted towards him.

Uesugi Sakura smiled and said: "Morning kiss, don’t you like it?"

As he spoke, the taste of little Hanabi still lingered in his mouth.

"Sakura-kun... always secretly." Hanamaru Hanabi looked into his eyes, "Clearly, just telling Hanabi would be enough...

"Hanabi... it’s not like I won’t let Sakura-kun kiss..."

Uesugi Sakura gently stroked her soft, tender face: "Don’t you think it has a sense of surprise? That kind of sudden feeling that envelops you completely."

Hearing him describe it this way, Hanamaru Hanabi instantly recalled that feeling.

That breathtaking moment when the heart surged, then slowly relaxing in a tender embrace, a beautiful state where the whole being felt immersed.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face, as beautiful as cherry blossoms in spring, turned increasingly red, her trembling pupils constantly shifting downward.

Then... that familiar face once again dominated her vision.

The girl’s body... was forced back to the bed.

Her little hands tightly clutched... the soft bedsheet.

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Sunlight pierced through layers of clouds, illuminating the earth, the gathered beams bright enough to catch anyone’s attention.

The venue for the "Tokyo Shinjuku Kyudo Association Competition" was bustling with people, many reporters and cameras had already begun setting up in the audience area.

The lively atmosphere even attracted locals who had never been around Kyudo before.

"Wow~ Is Kyudo really this popular?" Hirata Masanobu tiptoed, looking around, "Feels like it shouldn’t be."

"Finals always have promotional backing." Sugita Shuhei rested the bow bag on his right shoulder, "This is also something the organizers are happy to see."

"Yeah... in fact, this district-level competition is quite famous too, especially since it’s organized under the National Kyudo Alliance in Tokyo."

Seisuke Yooya chimed in with a smile: "The school is also putting a lot of effort into this event, if we defeat Mizuki and win, we’ll get a corresponding level of prize money too."

"How much?" Uesugi Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"A million yen per person."

Chitose Mai’s small mouth opened in an "o" shape, "That much!?"

She quickly covered her mouth.

"Kamigoe is a private school, the so-called prize is just a means of motivation, as long as it benefits their publicity." Kanai Hideyoshi said, "Actually, a million yen is just enough to cover half a year’s tuition."

Being able to attend Kamigoe meant their families were quite well-off, so they weren’t overly concerned about the so-called prize.

"It’s a lot!" Chitose Mai noticed everyone’s expressions, "It’s much more than what I earn from part-time work!

"..."

"The school doesn’t allow part-time work."

Someone remarked.

Chitose Mai realized she let it slip, and with an awkward smile, she said, "Ha-ha~ Kyudo Club everyone... won’t report me to the school, right? Ha-ha...

"Chitose, do you really need money?" Sugita Shuhei, whose family didn’t lack money, asked.

"It’s not for that reason," Chitose Mai kept smiling, putting her hands together as if in prayer, "Anyway... please don’t report me to the school, I’m begging you..."

"It’s fine."

Everyone in the Kyudo Club had no intention of doing that, and besides, she had been helpful by handing out water and towels to everyone, contributing without reward.