Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 79 What to Do When Hanabi Dislikes You?

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 What to Do When Hanabi Dislikes You?

Hanamaru Hanabi raised her head and looked up at Uesugi Sakura’s slightly flushed side face, stunned:

"Sakura... Sakura-kun, your face?"

"Ah? This?" Uesugi Sakura laughed, trying to cheer her up, "Just had a weird dream to wake myself up in the morning."

Hanamaru Hanabi’s violet eyes widened, her thoughts confirmed, she tentatively whispered, "Sakura-kun... did you dream of being with Hanabi... this morning?"

"Yeah," Uesugi Sakura answered instinctively, but quickly reacted, "Hm!? How would Hanabi know?"

He noticed Hanabi’s little eyes staring blankly at the flushed faint mark on his face.

Could it be, it wasn’t a dream, it really happened?

Did he really... with Hanabi...

But Uesugi Sakura quickly dismissed this idea.

Since Hanamaru Hiroki hadn’t come to trouble him, that was the best proof.

But what was that inexplicable feeling of reality?

Could the game have crashed, causing a rollback?

He and Hanabi, as the main characters and parties involved, retained certain memories after the rollback, which manifested in their dreams.

Could it be that he did something wrong, got punished, and then got rolled back by the system?

"Did you have that dream too, Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura asked.

Hanamaru Hanabi gave a small nod, as if unhappy with the matter.

Her mood change did not escape Uesugi Sakura’s notice, causing him a pang of worry.

Could it be... she knew about all those little things he did to her then?

Is that why she was unhappy upon seeing him this morning?

"Hanabi, do you... know everything?" Uesugi Sakura asked anxiously, finding himself surprisingly concerned about being disliked by her.

"Mmm..."

Hanamaru Hanabi absentmindedly responded, still thinking about how to properly apologize to her father.

"Does it bother you?" Uesugi Sakura pressed on.

"It bothers Hanabi..."

"You knew everything about the dream, Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura was incredulous.

"Hanabi knew everything."

Uesugi Sakura’s heart skipped a beat, she really knew, so she really disliked him?

"Does it really bother you?" He still couldn’t believe it, was he really being disliked because of a dream?

"Mmm..." Hanamaru Hanabi nodded sadly.

Uesugi Sakura stood there, looking at the gentle yet somewhat unhappy little face in front of him, his mood grew complicated.

It was just a dream, so why did it feel as if he had genuinely done something wrong?

But Hanabi was indeed unhappy, with her head constantly lowered, unwilling to talk much.

For a moment, the two stood face-to-face, speechless.

"Let’s go to school first." Uesugi Sakura reached out a hand, attempting to change the subject.

"Mmm."

Hanamaru Hanabi nodded in agreement, clutching her single-strap bag in front of her skirt, her steps remained the same quiet Hanabi, but she did not hold his outstretched hand, merely followed beside him.

Quietly with her head lowered.

Uesugi Sakura’s outstretched hand lingered lonely in the air.

Along with it, his heart ached slightly, feeling that the distance between him and her had expanded greatly.

It seems... he was truly disliked.

All he did was touch her soft self a little more in the dream.

Under the eaves of the Hanamaru household, two white lilies remained spotless and clean, even after blooming for a week, still brimming with pure and restrained vitality.

The flower language of the white lily is pure mutual understanding, and a shared dream just confirmed this point from a wondrous perspective.

But Hanabi, she seemed not to like his little actions in the dream.

That morning’s originally warm school path belonging to them suddenly became silent and speechless.

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At noon, Uesugi Sakura and Tsubokawa Takahiro were in the library.

Ignoring the coffee set before him, Tsubokawa adjusted his glasses and asked curiously at the Uesugi Sakura sitting directly opposite:

"So, why did the nearly invincible Uesugi bring me here?"

"Recently, Hanabi’s been having some issues." Uesugi Sakura got straight to the point.

"Recently?" Tsubokawa Takahiro’s expression turned strange, "Saying recently, it really just happened last night, did her yandere side appear?"

"Yes." Uesugi Sakura had a cup of casually mixed instant coffee before him.

"What did you do?" The rising steam fogged up Tsubokawa Takahiro’s glasses.

"Supposedly, I did nothing, I really did nothing, but it somehow did happen." Uesugi Sakura was debating whether to mention having the same dream, fearing that if he did, even Tsubokawa might not believe him.

"What do you mean?" Tsubokawa Takahiro evidently couldn’t comprehend the deeper entanglements behind Uesugi Sakura’s statement.

Too much explanation was useless, so Uesugi Sakura decided to just state it as if it really happened.

"Last night, while Hanabi was sleeping, I secretly touched her." Of course, the story needed embellishment.

"Oh~~"

Tsubokawa Takahiro tilted his head slightly, expressing astonishment; he hadn’t expected this from Uesugi.

"Turns out, our Uesugi is also a normal guy, understandable, understandable."

"Where did you touch?" Tsubokawa Takahiro asked.

"Her face."

"Face? What’s that," Tsubokawa Takahiro was hugely disappointed, "I wondered why Uesugi would talk about such a thing, turns out you just touched her face."

"Was it necessary to specifically avoid Goto and bring me to the library for such a trivial thing?" Tsubokawa Takahiro looked around; the quiet library was perfect for a lunch break.

"This is different."

"What’s different, what’s wrong with touching a face?" Tsubokawa failed to comprehend Uesugi’s serious demeanor, thinking he was making a fuss out of nothing.

"There’s nothing wrong with touching a face," Uesugi Sakura said seriously, "but the timing of touching the face was somewhat inappropriate; you know that I can’t say more about that matter."

Uesugi Sakura sat up straight.

"The psychological self-protection mechanism is the body’s spontaneous defensive behavior against people, and the symptoms generated through this mechanism often—"

Seeing Uesugi about to launch into another long-winded explanation, Tsubokawa Takahiro quickly interrupted:

"Stop, stop, don’t explain the reason, just give the result."

Since last night, he felt Uesugi was pulling his leg, but on second thought, he inexplicably wanted to believe him, which was strange.

"Hanabi seems to start disliking me, and I’m thinking about how to win back her favor." Uesugi Sakura appreciated this directness, saving him from further crafting deceptive language.

"Hanamaru dislikes you?" Tsubokawa Takahiro recoiled his neck, "Then you’re done for."

"Why done for?" Uesugi Sakura frowned.

Tsubokawa Takahiro regarded him with a ’seriously?’ look: "Hanamaru has latent yandere traits; if she dislikes you, couldn’t it lead to an inexplicable death? Confinement, drugging, murder, it’s all possible, better watch out."

"..."

"Let me rephrase it: what should you do if a girl dislikes you?" Uesugi Sakura suddenly regretted mentioning Hanabi being yandere.

"Well..."

Tsubokawa Takahiro pondered for a while and finally concluded: "You should ask Goto about that kind of thing."