Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 203 - 181: Athletic Festival (2)_2

Chapter 203: Chapter 181: Athletic Festival (2)_2

Her impression of him remained at "the handsome guy who’s bad at cooking in home economics class".

Ayaka Rie looked at that bouquet of flowers and frowned, "Who would give white lilies to a girl about to run a marathon? Wouldn’t it be better for Uesugi to give them to Hanabi after the competition?"

The flowers in her arms were fresh and fragrant.

Hanamaru Hanabi averted her eyes and asked, "Nanami-chan, where did you see these flowers?"

"In the locker where I keep my clothes. At first glance, I thought some weirdo was confessing to me with flowers."

Kawase Nanami crossed her arms, speaking in a playfully fierce tone.

"It’s really strange, putting them in my locker."

Ayaka Rie furrowed her brows, not impressed by this seemingly pure and lightly scented bouquet:

"Hanabi, ask Uesugi if he’s the one who sent it."

"Huh...? Alright, sure."

Hanamaru Hanabi placed the note among the green leaves and turned to the locker in the rest area to fetch her phone.

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Meanwhile, in the school courtyard, Uesugi Sakura was watching the online chatter while waiting for little Hanabi’s competition.

They were actually planning to hang a banner to cheer for Hanamaru Hanabi.

How they managed to get everything ready within a few hours was a mystery.

Little Hanabi, with a chubby shark avatar, sent a picture of lilies.

"Oh?"

In Uesugi’s eyes, it was a well-bred, high-quality flower, straight from the hands of the flower grower.

He also knew she liked white lilies.

"Thinking of buying flowers? I can join you for a stroll at Ota Flower Market today."

The green leaves gently swayed as he waited under the tree for a long time.

"Not... from you, Sakura-kun?"

"(image)"

What does this mean?

Seeing the words enclosed in a golden border in the picture, Uesugi Sakura frowned.

Is a rival in love appearing?

Actually, since Hanabi became more beautiful, he had considered this possibility.

After all, it is hard to resist her current cuteness.

The sudden emergence of the Hanabi fan club confirmed this point.

——————She has fans now as well.

But Uesugi wouldn’t show any leniency to someone who desires his fiancée and speaks beyond the limits of a fan.

He would definitely shave that guy’s head with a bamboo sword.

His fingers rapidly tapped on the screen.

"Can little Hanabi tell me who gave it to you?"

Hanabi who likes sharks: "But... Hanabi doesn’t know either."

"Hmm? Then where did you get it from?"

Hanabi who likes sharks: "Nanami-chan brought it. She said she found it in her wardrobe."

"(image)"

Uesugi saw the message asking someone to deliver the flowers to her.

Loli’s locker?

Not showing up themselves to deliver flowers and hiding in the shadows implies they couldn’t confront me head-on.

Just not a foolish guy.

"The match is about to start, I’ll head over first."

Uesugi Sakura stood up, integrating into the bustling corridor with students constantly passing by, lost in thought.

On the other side.

Hanamaru Hanabi clutched a large bouquet of fresh white lilies in her arms.

"Rie-chan... about this bouquet..."

"You don’t like it?"

"Yeah." Hanamaru Hanabi nodded.

"If you don’t like it, just throw it away."

"But... the flowers are innocent..." Hanamaru Hanabi replied.

When she was a kid, the first potted plant Uesugi gifted her was a white lily, but unfortunately, she killed it by watering it with chili water.

Little Hanabi cried for a long time, holding that pot of withered flowers.

"Sigh."

Ayaka Rie took the pink note from above, glanced at it with disdain, "What weird things are written here?"

Girls generally can’t bear to ruin beautiful things, but Ayaka just felt disgust towards such people.

Words like ’always watching you’ made her skin crawl with discomfort.

"Hanabi, just throw it away quickly. If you accept it, that guy might push his luck, and it might not just be flowers next time."

"I don’t intend to accept it either; I want to return it... but I don’t know who sent it."

Hanamaru Hanabi felt such matters should be refused face-to-face; she worried Uesugi Sakura might get upset about it.

"Hanabi, don’t you understand? He didn’t want you to refuse, that’s why he didn’t show up."

"No... can’t be..."

"That’s exactly it."

"..."

"Sakura-kun... hasn’t come yet?"

"This is a girls’ resting area, boys can’t enter, they might have stopped him outside."

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Kawase Nanami was right, Uesugi Sakura was indeed stopped outside.

"Uesugi-san! This is where girls change and rest, boys can’t enter." Behind him, the newly appointed Discipline Committee member Matsuna Heiki adjusted her glasses.

"Actually, I am a girl." Uesugi Sakura turned back to say.

"..."

"What part of you looks like a girl?"

"Actually, the concept of gender is very vague; most times, these differences are blurred. For example, in elementary schools in Great Britain, they prohibit using gender-specific words like ’boy’ and ’girl’."

Matsuna Heiki paused for a second before asking, "Without using those words, what do they use?"

Uesugi Sakura casually said, "How would I know, ’comrade’ or ’humen’ could work."

"Why does it feel like you’re lying to me?"

"Open Google on your phone, and you’ll find what you’re looking for."

Matsuna Heiki instinctively reached for her phone, but halfway through, she retracted and looked at him, "Is this the point?"

Uesugi Sakura: "The point is we’re all humans, no different; now you can let me in."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Matsuna Heiki quickly blocked his way.

"Uesugi-san, as fellow humans, shouldn’t you care for your companions? Some humans wouldn’t like being seen as they change."

"Hmm, that’s the benefit of differentiation." Uesugi Sakura eyed her blocking the door, edged to the side, "Really can’t go in?"

"No."

The Discipline Committee reiterated the same line.

"Alright then."

Uesugi Sakura didn’t push it, not everyone was as easy to fool as Tsubokawa or his cousin in their childhood.

At least this junior named Matsuna wasn’t.

He opened his phone and sent Hanabi a message.

"Focus on the competition; don’t overthink things."

Hanabi who likes sharks: "Okay (smile emoji)"

Uesugi Sakura had no choice but to turn back.

Tsubokawa had sent him a message.

Uesugi picked up his phone.

Today, his LINE was especially busy.

"Uesugi, where are you? Their banner slogan is ready."

"How many people are there?"

"Around 200 or so."

"?"

"Why so many?"

This year, galgame is running out: "Some are from other schools joining in the fun, and some fans decided to join after seeing a picture of Hanamaru."

Is this what’s called gathering comrades?

Uesugi Sakura was speechless at these guys.

"Whatever, do as you please."

This year, galgame is running out: "You’re not coming? You’re the third generation president!"

"How could I come? They like Hanabi, not me."

"Moreover, if they knew the so-called third generation president were me, would this group still exist?"

This year, galgame is running out: "True, after all, you’ve been labeled as the heartless scoundrel playing around in all of Kabuki-cho; now they’re planning on how to make Hanamaru understand this fact."

"Let them say whatever they like."

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t care less; even Ayaka Rie hadn’t convinced Hanamaru Hanabi, so how could these fans with nothing substantial make her believe such unfounded rumors?

This year, galgame is running out: "So, what should they do now, third generation president?"

"Isn’t it just a fan president? Let Goto handle it."

This year, galgame is running out: "I’ve asked, he won’t do it!"

"Why?"

This year, galgame is running out: "He said his reputation is bad, and the fan club’s members definitely wouldn’t accept him."

Upon careful thought, that was true too.

Those guys were already so fanatical they planned to hang a banner and cheer for Hanabi under the eyes of students from five schools. How could they let someone obsessed with a girl’s measurements become their president?

In their eyes, a president must be pure, devoid of any romance.

Tsubokawa would be a good choice.

"It’s up to you then."

This year, galgame is running out: "Me? Fan president?"