Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 95: Monday, Another Love Letter

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Monday, Another Love Letter

The next day, the teaching building was a bit noisy. As Uesugi Sakura opened his shoe locker, a pink letter fell out.

"Here we go again?"

He wasn’t too surprised.

He picked up the letter from the ground and opened it under the envious gazes of two male classmates nearby.

"I like you."

A straightforward approach.

"Actually, I wanted to write this letter to you a long time ago, Uesugi-kun."

Hmm, got the name right.

"I am a very timid girl. I should have written this letter earlier, but I am so afraid... I never had the determination to muster up the courage to face the outcome of a confession."

Explaining her personality and expressing her deep admiration, well done.

Uesugi Sakura held the letter with one hand and continued to read.

"I know I’m not the most perfect, but I will be the most diligent and serious. I still remember that day in the dojo, under the blue sky, your dashing figure and elegant movements. Every time you nock an arrow, every time you shoot, you not only hit the target on the archery range but also my timid heart."

"Whenever I think of your face, my heart races, keeping me tossing and turning at night, whether my eyes are open or closed, it’s your figure that fills my vision."

"I really want to, hold your hand and say I like you."

"I know I’m humble, and I know I’m small, and I know I’m an inconspicuous girl."

"But I still want to ask you, can you give me a response amidst your busy schedule?"

"I’ll be waiting under the zelkova tree in the back courtyard all afternoon and into the night."

"If this letter has caused you any trouble, Uesugi-kun, I am very sorry."

--- Class 2-5, Sawatori Minatsu, February 16, left.

The bottom half of the letter even shows a few dry, hard creases.

"..."

Uesugi Sakura fell silent. If it had been any other love letter, he would have completely ignored it, although not going so far as to throw it directly into the recycling bin.

This letter was written very well, and with such humility, it makes one feel compelled to at least meet her once.

"What a pity."

He shook his head and put the letter back into the pink envelope. "If it were in a previous life, I’d probably agree quickly."

His heart wasn’t greatly moved. Uesugi Sakura calmly changed his shoes and headed to the fourth-floor classroom.

The morning’s campus always exudes a youthful vitality.

Compared to the wilting early cherry blossoms, the schoolgirls in sailor suits are far more captivating.

Very casually, he pushed the door open and entered, and once again, it was the few early classmates he saw first.

"Good morning, class president."

"Good morning."

Kyujuu Rika, who was writing the class log, casually responded, but recognizing it was Uesugi’s voice, she looked up at the window-seat where he sat and asked, "Uesugi-kun being the one to greet today, are you in a good mood?"

Seeing the light pink envelope he put down, she answered her own question.

"Seems like you indeed are in a good mood."

"Tsubokawa and Goto aren’t here yet, and Hanabi and Ayaka are slow at changing shoes, so I could only greet you, class president."

Uesugi Sakura glanced at his classmates: "After all, I’m not familiar with them."

"One semester and you’re still not familiar, that just shows it’s your problem," Kyujuu Rika brushed her hair and continued writing the log, "You’ve been in the Kyudo Club for two weeks now, how do you feel?"

"Pretty good," Uesugi Sakura could only say.

"But Class President, could you tell me how to turn down a girl’s confession?" He was referring to the letter just now.

"Aren’t you quite practiced at rejections," Kyujuu Rika said nonchalantly, continuing to make notes on the page with her pen.

"This one is different."

"No matter how different, a rejection is a rejection," Kyujuu Rika stopped her pen with a ’snap’ sound, turned to look at him, "Does Uesugi-kun actually care about the girl’s feelings?"

"I’m always gentle."

Kyujuu Rika couldn’t help but want to cast an eye roll at him: "In my opinion, rejecting a confession means clearly informing them of your stance."

"What about dealing with love letters?" Uesugi Sakura asked.

"Keep it," Kyujuu Rika closed the log and set it upright against the desk, "Tell the person you will keep it forever."

"Very much like a lady," Uesugi Sakura nodded, "A good way to win hearts."

At that moment, Tsubokawa Takahiro walked in with his bag slung over his shoulder.

Without greeting, he became interested in the love letter on Uesugi Sakura’s desk, asking:

"New one today?"

Kyujuu Rika picked up the log, intending to leave the classroom, and ran into Hanamaru Hanabi and Ayaka Rie, who had just entered.

The three girls in black sailor suits began another day’s chitchat.

Uesugi Sakura withdrew his gaze from them and spoke to Tsubokawa:

"Do you want to take a look?"

"The letter written by a girl for you, showing it to me... isn’t it not right..."

Then he opened the letter.

And then he fell silent.

Then he asked, "How are you planning to reject her?"

"Same as before."

"Throw it in the trash?"

"That would be too harsh."

"You Uesugi always go overboard."

"Don’t slander me," Uesugi Sakura said, "I only threw the first love letter I got into the trash, but didn’t I pick it up later? I even wrote a proper reply."

"It’s still quite excessive."

"It is excessive," Uesugi Sakura sighed, "So this time, I plan to decline in person."

"Declining in person is very dangerous for you," Tsubokawa Takahiro adjusted his glasses.

"Why?" Uesugi Sakura wanted to distance himself, "Don’t give me bad advice."

"Because of Hanamaru-kun."

Tsubokawa Takahiro stole a glance at Hanamaru Hanabi quietly reading at her seat, and then turned back to Uesugi Sakura:

"Yandere is incredibly, incredibly scary. The more I understand, the more I feel that Hanamaru-kun’s hardly perceptible condition is the most, most dangerous kind."

"It’s most likely that if she notices you secretly meeting other girls, she’ll attack you at night with a shiny fruit knife, and as you’re bleeding out, say with lifeless eyes: ’I love... Uesugi-kun the most...’

"..."

Uesugi Sakura looked at the dark circles under his eyes, "Stayed up too late playing galgames?"

"That’s from several dozen deaths’ experiences," Tsubokawa Takahiro shook his head calmly, "As a friend, this is my advice."

Uesugi Sakura was certain he just stayed up too late gaming last night.

"Actually, I’m considering publicly clarifying my relationship with Hanabi."

Tsubokawa Takahiro seemed startled: "You’re not going to help her heal anymore? Knowing your childhood friend, she’ll know just with one look what you’re thinking. Be careful she’ll keep you locked in a cabinet forever."

"Get out of here," Uesugi Sakura waved at him speechlessly, "What nonsense, I suggest you take a nap before you die in math class."