My System Always Wants to Force Me to Confess
Chapter 141: A Little Story After the Rain (Wishing Everyone a Happy Holiday~)

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: A Little Story After the Rain (Wishing Everyone a Happy Holiday~)

No defense at all, nor a hint of hesitation, the story after the rain began just like that, making one feel that the pace was unexpectedly fast.

Fortunately, Shirakawa Sawahei’s umbrella was quite large.

Tsukimi Sakurazawa hid under the wide folding umbrella, slowly following Shirakawa Sawahei’s steps. Cars streamed along the road, people of all kinds shuttled across the streets, and the lights shining at night reflected various bizarre colors.

The sound of rain in this world was captivating, yet Shirakawa Sawahei felt inexplicably quiet at this moment.

Tsukimi Sakurazawa suddenly looked up. Although her height was considered tall among girls, she still seemed a bit short compared to Shirakawa Sawahei, a guy. She slightly tilted her face up and curiously asked, "Shirakawa, do you think we’re in an umbrella sharing state now?"

Shirakawa Sawahei glanced down at her, "Is this your first time using my umbrella?"

This so-called good buddy indeed had none of the shyness of a young girl. In a typical anime, just having the male and female leads share an umbrella could fill up nearly half an episode with inner monologue and plot. But for her, she took the initiative before Shirakawa could even speak.

That’s right, I’m talking about you, Shigomi Hiyori.

"Oh come on~ Shirakawa, I’m saying something touching here~ Can’t you cooperate a little?"

"Not touched, not touched at all."

Honestly, Shirakawa Sawahei’s hand holding the umbrella was now in a state where it dared not move because of being close to Tsukimi Sakurazawa. Although Tsukimi Sakurazawa seemed completely indifferent, this did not mean Shirakawa Sawahei would take advantage.

How many times have I said, I am a righteous protagonist.

If one day I become strange, please don’t doubt, it must be someone from a higher dimension forcibly altering the world line.

Or, someone from a higher dimension using money power to forcibly alter the world line.

Tsukimi Sakurazawa stepped lightly, enjoying herself as she played in the shallow puddles along the way. Shirakawa Sawahei glanced at the road, then back at Tsukimi Sakurazawa.

If the two continued to walk obediently like this, the episode of a story after the rain would be impossible to happen.

They’re such grown-ups, she wouldn’t, at least not to the point of...

...

"Who on earth built this road? I want to file a complaint!"

"It’s simply unforgivable, stripping away our rights to return to childhood innocence!"

Inside Shirakawa Sawahei’s residence, Tsukimi Sakurazawa was complaining angrily from the bathroom.

Shirakawa Sawahei retorted unhappily, "Your cerebellum hasn’t fully developed yet, and you blame the road for not being fixed? Hurry up and finish your bath, you’ve been soaking for over half an hour now."

"Oh come on, Shirakawa, you really don’t understand girls, bathing takes a long time you know."

"If you continue playing with bubbles inside, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Shirakawa, what are you planning to do?" Tsukimi Sakurazawa seemed fearless, "Are you going to barge in?"

"I’ll turn off the power."

"..."

With no other choice, faced with Shirakawa Sawahei’s threat, Tsukimi Sakurazawa had to end her leisurely bath.

"Shirakawa, where’s your T-shirt?"

"On the shelf, get it yourself," Shirakawa Sawahei replied simply, then intended to go out and buy dinner.

"Ah~ what a shame, no white shirt, bad review."

He pretended not to hear the girl’s muttering, pushed the door open, and went out.

Like I’d give you a white shirt, that thing is a deadly weapon of temptation, I’d have to be crazy to give you a white shirt.

The plot development of a story after the rain was firmly stifled by Shirakawa Sawahei, who would’ve thought that such a grown person would slip just from stepping into a puddle.

It’s often said that people with big chests have poor balance; if that’s the case, Tsukimi Sakurazawa basically belongs to the undeveloped cerebellum category.

When Shirakawa Sawahei returned with dinner, Tsukimi Sakurazawa was already on the sofa, hugging a pillow and wearing a large white T-shirt while watching TV.

Her half-dry hair was casually tied into a bun, the wide white T-shirt covered part of her fair thighs, and her watery eyes stared unblinkingly at the TV. The whole person, without makeup, appeared pure yet somewhat enticing under the light.

If it were in some 404 novels, such a scene would already signal that Shirakawa Sawahei couldn’t get out of bed the next day.

Truly, pounce with an "Ah!" and never give up until death.

Seeing him return, Tsukimi Sakurazawa couldn’t help but complain, "Shirakawa, you’re so slow."

"My variety show is already halfway through."

"People without cerebellums shouldn’t say things like that to me," Shirakawa Sawahei retorted, "You looked so dumb when you slipped earlier; even the elementary students on the roadside were laughing."

Tsukimi Sakurazawa, humiliated, lunged at him with clawing hands, pretending to fight, only to be pinned back onto the sofa by Shirakawa Sawahei with a chop of his hand.

To spar with me, a level 4 combat protagonist? You must not know how to spell the word "death."

"Eat properly."

"... What’s for dinner today?"

"Five-ingredient fried rice. It’s all they had left at the convenience store."

The two opened the convenience store’s ready-to-eat packages, clasped their hands together, and said, "Let’s eat." Then they began to enjoy their dinner.

This sort of daily ritual in Neon used to seem meaningless to Shirakawa Sawahei. It was only after living alone for a while that he realized this ritual might not be just for show.

It’s like living all alone by oneself; even upon returning home, you want to say, "I’m back," knowing no one will respond, yet hoping this act can provide a bit of comfort.

Just a bit is enough.

After finishing the meal, Tsukimi Sakurazawa leaned back on the sofa and began to reflect on life.

"So full, I feel like I’ve eaten all the five-ingredient fried rice for the rest of my life."

"What a pity, I can’t afford to serve you that much five-ingredient fried rice."

"Just a metaphor, just a metaphor, Shirakawa you have no sense of humor~"

Seeing Tsukimi Sakurazawa place her finished chopsticks in an X shape, Shirakawa Sawahei couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed. He quietly tidied up her chopsticks and then frowned, "Hurry up and put on some clothes."

"My clothes aren’t dry yet, and you don’t have the facilities for ironing. So I’m obliged to hang around here for a while."

"I still have a uniform of yours here," said the righteous protagonist Shirakawa Sawahei, refusing any advantage handed to him.

"That one’s too small, it needs altering before I can wear it," Tsukimi Sakurazawa made a V sign with her hand, playfully saying, "Do you have anything to say, Shirakawa?"

"..."

"Don’t make that face~ at worst I’ll show you my special skill!"

As she spoke, Tsukimi Sakurazawa stood up, her oversized T-shirt immediately covered her upper body, looking flat and seemingly without any curves.

The next moment, she grabbed the back hem of her T-shirt, and a jaw-dropping curve suddenly appeared at her chest.

Tsukimi Sakurazawa blinked, "How’s that, I learned this from TikTok."

"..."

Shirakawa Sawahei silently turned his head away.

As expected of you, fierce buddy.

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