Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 238 - 201: No, it’s Sakura who has gone bad.

Chapter 238: Chapter 201: No, it’s Sakura who has gone bad.

Uesugi Sakura was suddenly at a loss for words.

Isn’t the small interactions with a girlfriend supposed to not count as bullying?

At least from his morning behavior, it accounted as such.

He suddenly felt he had no reason to preach to her about morality, after all, his actions weren’t those of a gentleman either.

His recent behavior was indeed quite unfair to her.

"I’m going for a walk..."

Hanamaru Hanabi watched him gradually stand up, turn around to push open the Japanese shoji, and walk out of the room.

With the sound of the door closing, his figure disappeared.

The air conditioner continued blowing cool air up and down, the girl glanced at her unfinished painting.

Her little insecure thoughts tangled over whether she said something wrong.

After pondering for a long time, Hanamaru Hanabi resumed her sitting posture and took out the phone she didn’t want him to see earlier.

Carefully, she gazed at the photo wallpaper she couldn’t bear to change, then opened her notes.

Under the little detailed rules of "Ways to Make Sure Sakura Doesn’t Hate Hanabi",

she added a record like, ’Hanabi made Sakura upset again today.’

After noting the date, Hanamaru Hanabi hugged her knees, burying her head within them.

She began to think about what she, who felt utterly useless, should do.

Refusing wasn’t right, accepting wasn’t right either.

"Hanabi... only has Sakura brother..."

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Compared to Hanamaru Hanabi’s introspections, Uesugi Sakura believed it was he who needed to seriously reflect.

That previous remark was meant to elicit Hanabi’s attitude toward him, but he hadn’t expected to end up fixating on what exactly she saw, uncovering his own flaws.

This is what it means to dig your own grave.

There’s no one else to blame.

Leaving the Uesugi Family’s courtyard residence, Uesugi Sakura walked down the mountain town’s slope toward the seaside.

Along the way, there were still quite a few residents who recognized him, greeting him in the local dialect, asking where he was headed.

Uesugi Sakura simply said, to see the sea.

Along the road, all one could see was the expansive skyline and horizon.

Under the dazzling sun, the cicadas of summer chirped, the Red Hook Jade his grandmother gave him rested on his chest, with his body heat, emitting a gentle texture.

Upon stepping onto the dam, he gazed far away, following the slightly curved horizon.

The sea breeze swept over the azure ocean, bringing with it moist and cool air, stirring rippling waves.

Continuing forward, he stepped off the dam.

Uesugi Sakura sat on a four-column structure of wave-dissipating blocks before the coast dam, quietly listening to the melodious sound of the waves crashing.

Many people have said that the vast ocean calms those who observe it.

These words aren’t wrong, but the more at ease he felt, the more Uesugi Sakura realized he had been too much.

How could he exploit her vulnerability?

How was he different from those who had wronged her before?

Recalling all she had done for him, a guilt-laden emotion fermented and permeated the salty, damp air.

Uesugi Sakura stood up, shouted towards the ocean that encompasses everything:

"No wonder! In a past life! I couldn’t find a girlfriend!!"

The waves roared, the sound of water crashing against the pillars unending, just like his tangled thoughts, without rhythm or rule.

"Sakura-kun!"

What responded wasn’t the sea, but the weak and sweet voice of Hanamaru Hanabi behind him.

Uesugi Sakura turned around, looking up at the girl standing on the dam.

Behind her was the blue sky, her soft hair fluttering to the right with the sea breeze.

The sunlight painted her snow-white slender arms, clasped at her chest, with a faint golden hue, with a beautiful contour radiating vivacious light.

Clearly, Hanamaru Hanabi was dressed in ordinary shorts and a T-shirt, but Uesugi Sakura felt she looked as though she’d stepped out of a painting.

Ordinary, yet vividly beautiful.

The sound of the waves was loud.

Hanamaru Hanabi seemed to shout something else at him, then tentatively stepped down from the flat dam onto the "twisted king character blocks" of concrete wave breakers.

These peculiarly shaped stones interlocked and crowded together, buffering the force of the waves to protect and fortify the breakwater.

But the jagged, difficult-to-tread stones made progress impossible for the not-so-agile Hanamaru Hanabi.

Waves surged through the gaps, making the already rugged stones treacherously slippery.

She gingerly treaded, fearing falling into the crevices between the stones.

"Hanabi, stop!"

Seeing her awkward movements, Uesugi Sakura hurried toward her, shouting.

Afraid she’d experience some movie-like scene, tripping and injuring her head, leading to a never-ending coma.

But the sea’s tides never cease, the repetitive crashing from the crevices impeded the transmission of his call.

Hanamaru Hanabi was clumsy, especially in physical activity matters.

She looked at the wet, slippery stones beneath her, at the surging waves from the gaps, thinking she needed to reach Sakura-kun quickly.

Yet the more focused she became, the more prone she was to errors.

At her next step, suddenly her whole body lost balance, a brief lapse in attention—

...

Of course, no cliché movie plot occurred.

When she staggered inattentively, Uesugi Sakura caught her slender waist.

Listening to the waves beating against the rocks below, the now-balanced Hanamaru Hanabi beamed at her helper:

"Sakura-kun..."

That familiar, still sweet and soft voice called out.

Uesugi Sakura no longer had the heart to call her a fool, "Just wait for me to come over, what will you do if you fall?"

"Hanabi wants... to quickly apologize to Sakura-kun... Hanabi upset Sakura-kun again just now..."

Hanamaru Hanabi spoke cautiously, afraid her actions might again cause his displeasure.

Clearly, it was her fault...

Feeling guilty for not treating her well enough, Uesugi Sakura was at a loss of words for how to respond to her sincerity, "Why say that again?"

The timid Hanamaru Hanabi looked at him, the dream from over ten days ago still burdening her heart.

"Hanabi... likes Sakura brother... so... doesn’t want to leave him..."

She didn’t want to anger him, and just like her tender nature, she always treasured this hard-earned relationship with utmost care.

Whether before the relationship began or after, she never elevated herself within it.

Uesugi Sakura’s emotions were stirred, suddenly recalling that helpless little girl, secretly crying in a corner after being hit by a ball.

"How much do you like?"

"Esp-Especially a lot," Hanamaru Hanabi whispered, "so Hanabi doesn’t want to make Sakura brother angry..."

Moments later, she continued to apologize:

"So-Sorry... Whatever Sakura-kun wants to eat, Hanabi can make it; massages or baths are fine, drawing is too, touching the chest or feet is okay..."

Hanamaru Hanabi glanced up at him, noticing he still hadn’t spoken, worried he might still be upset with her.

"Hanabi, Hanabi can only do these... If Sakura-kun doesn’t like them, Hanabi will learn more..."

The girl’s voice grew smaller and was entirely drowned by the incoming waves crashing.

"As long as, as long as Sakura-kun doesn’t hate Hanabi..."

The sea was a clear blue, just like the girl’s sincere heart.

Uesugi Sakura understood that she was the most cherished treasure in his life.

And only she could tolerate his insufferable personality.

Seeing him continuously watching her, the slightly anxious Hanamaru Hanabi continued:

"Sakura-kun... please don’t be angry..."

"I’m not angry."

"Then why hasn’t Sakura-kun said anything...?"

"Just thinking about what a failure the people who hated you before were."

"I’m also a failure," she added in a hush.

"Sakura-kun isn’t like that," said Hanamaru Hanabi, "Sakura-kun has always been good to Hanabi."

"I’ve been bullying you these past two days."

"Well... you did, but not completely..." Hanamaru Hanabi oddly said, "Hanabi thinks it’s just Sakura-kun’s way of expressing affection.

"Though it’s strange, Sakura-kun has never done such things to other girls before, so Hanabi doesn’t hate it."

Hanamaru Hanabi thought it wasn’t enough just to say that.

She lowered her head, looking at her loose-collared shirt, her face again showed a girl’s shyness.

"Actually, actually, when Sakura-kun was secretly touching Hanabi’s belly this morning, Hanabi was already awake... T-Touching my chest, I know about that too..."

"..."

Uesugi Sakura was surprised she’d secretly feigned sleep, "So why did you open your eyes later on?"

Hanamaru Hanabi paused a while before continuing:

"Hanabi wanted to see if Sakura-kun truly likes these things... so many places on Hanabi... have already been touched by Sakura-kun..."

"..."

"I’m sorry."

Uesugi Sakura acknowledged that he was indeed an incorrigible sneak.

"Sakura-kun doesn’t need to apologize," Hanamaru Hanabi couldn’t raise her shy face, "Hanabi said she wouldn’t hate it, as long as... it’s not too excessive..."

"After all, Hanabi... likes Sakura brother..."

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