I uninstalled Huangmao System

"Hey, look, it's the student council president, why is she here?"

"Um wow wow...who is that handsome guy next to the president?"

"You don't even know him, he's Jinguji from Class A."

"Hey...is that him? This is the first time I've seen him in person. He's really handsome."

"You're a nymphomaniac, and you're a scumbag too, right?"

"What's wrong with that scumbag? I'm not a scumbag, so you can tell me whether you're handsome or not. I'll give it to you if you want it."

The two girls who were whispering glanced at the young man standing at the door of the mobile classroom, and accidentally met the young man's cold eyes scanning the classroom.

The autumn sunlight streaming in through the corridor window shimmered on the young man's shoulders.

The girls blushed in unison.

"...Yes." One of the girls lowered her head and whispered.

"Shameless!"

"Woooo~~"

……

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Almost every time I enter a new classroom, a scene similar to the above will happen.

Jinguji Tsuki tried his best not to look at the girls in the activity classroom, but when the students in the club learned that the famous Jinguji Tsuki came to visit the club, their expressions were extremely exciting.

No boy would welcome him, especially in a club with one or two girls. When those boys saw Jinguji Yue standing at the door of the classroom, he could feel the hot hostility.

Obviously, this club didn't welcome him very much. This was something that could be expected early on, so Jinguji Yue didn't feel hurt.

"Jinguji-san, this is..."

"Not interested in."

Before Hoshino Mori Hoshino, who was leading the way, could introduce himself, Jinguji Yue was tired of those looks, so he turned around and left, giving people an indifferent look of high self-esteem.

Hoshino Mori Hoshino bowed and apologized to the classmates who were participating in club activities, and then caught up with Jinguji Yue in small steps, leaving the students in the activity classroom looking at each other.

"Jinguji-san, please wait a moment."

Jingujizuki suddenly stopped, and Hoshino Mori Hoshino who was following behind him almost bumped into his back. Fortunately, she stopped in time and took two steps back.

"President Hoshino Mori."

"how?"

"I want to go home."

"Well, after you find a suitable club, you can go home first and officially participate in club activities tomorrow."

"How rude, I'm an official member of the Homecoming Club."

"I don't remember admitting to such a club. I'm obviously the student union president."

"It's okay, I joined the homecoming club of another high school."

"Do you think if you answer like this, I will honestly say, 'Then there's nothing we can do'? Are Jinguji-san looking down on me?"

"It's nothing like that. I just think that President Hoshino Mori is obviously very beautiful, but if he keeps stalking him, he will be regarded as a patriarchal person. It's a bit scary."

The girl's left eye couldn't help but narrowed, and her eyelids twitched for a while.

"It's useless to try to provoke me deliberately."

"That's such a pity." Jingujizuki sighed very openly.

The young man raised his arm and pinched the back of his neck, showing a helpless expression.

I stared at the sky outside the window for a while with lazy eyes. The chicken breast slices had long disappeared, and I didn't know who had entered the stomach.

"Student President, we have visited more than ten clubs. We are really tired. It's time for you to realize one thing."

"If it's referring to the fact that Jinguji-san is hated by other students, I knew it from the beginning."

“—I’m not hated.

"Well, although I did want to play this joke, it's unfortunate. You're right."

Hoshino Mori Hoshino narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Ah? That's a lie. Could it be that the president's purpose is to help me make friends? Uh-huh..."

Jingujizuki immediately took a few steps back and scratched each other's arms in a somewhat exaggerated manner: "No, please don't. I have no idea what kind of serious and good students only appear in comics. It's so itchy."

"Jinguji-san, you are just like what others said, he is a person full of lies."

"Right, right, I've said so a long time ago." Jingujiji nodded in agreement.

Ignoring Jingujizuki's exaggerated acting skills, the girl raised her face slightly, her smile faded, and her dull eyes seemed to see through the young man in front of her.

"I hate people who have no self the most. They are empty shells that only cater to others. Don't you feel... very empty?"

The frivolity performed by Jinguji Yue was almost broken by these words.

Looking back, this is the second time she has said this.

It turned out to be the case.

Even if the memories are cleared, even if the stories between them become things that never happened, even if those things only remain in Jinguji Yue's heart, she will never know them.

Even if she forgot how much she loved the boy in front of her.

even so.

Hoshino Mori Hoshino is still the original Hoshino Mori Hoshino.

——What does the world look like to someone who can forget everything?

Mortals, of course, will forget many things, everything.

But I often remember clearly even the things I should forget.

Photographic memory is not an ability to be envied.

So, if there is no photographic memory, can I completely forget those things?

If I could forget, I might not be able to remember anything.

Childhood birthdays, the promises made on the way home, the window sill in the bedroom, yesterday’s dinner, if you can’t remember these things at all.

As a result, there is nothing about me from the inside to the outside. At best, I am just a handful of ruins and ashes picked up in vain.

Then I attribute my clear memory to my photographic memory, which is probably an excuse to escape.

——Even if I don’t have this thing, I still won’t forget it.

"Ah~~Senior, President! I finally found you!"

What broke the silence between the two was a high-pitched voice coming from a distance.

Creatures that looked like small animals, like little sheep breaking through the pasture and bleating, stumbled towards them.

She ran rampant, unstoppable, in this no-running corridor.

"Goo—!"

Hoshino Mori Hoshino suddenly made a frightened and cute sound. Before she could react, the high pitch hurt her eardrums. Next to her, Jinguji Yue had already inserted her fingers into her ear canals.

"why!

"We haven't done anything to feel sorry for the president, right? Why are the president and senior targeting us? We haven't done anything wrong, right?"

"Yangmiya-san..."

The short girl had no intention of listening to anyone. She looked around and ignored Jingujizuki who was standing aside. She carefully took out an envelope from her uniform pocket. It was about three or four centimeters thick and stuffed it forcefully into Hoshino Mori. Hoshino's arms.

"Quick! Don't let anyone see you."

"........."

"As for not participating in club activities, please, Master." The short girl bent forward and rubbed her hands with a flattering smile.

What's in that envelope must be yokan.

Teenager thought.

"Jinguji-san..." Hoshino Mori Hoshino, who had looked indifferent just now, looked at the boy with pleading eyes.

"Eh?! Why is there another person who is bad? I have to be silenced now."

This guy is an idiot.

Jingujizuki made a conclusion in his mind in an instant.

"This classmate, talking about important things in a place like this will be heard by outsiders. Of course, I didn't hear anything just now." Jinguji Yue showed a deceptive smile.

"Oh! You are a good person!" The short girl in front of her did not react at all to Jinguji Yue's girl-killing smile. Instead, she grinned and returned the favor.

"Of course, I'm the companion of all the pretty girls."

"You're good. We'll remember you, president, senior sister. The walls here have ears. Let's talk somewhere else!"

"Eh? Please wait a moment, Jinguji-san! Please help..."

"See you soon (sayonara)."

Jingujizuki showed a peaceful expression like that of an old lady in a rural grocery store, and gently waved her hand towards Hoshino Mori Hoshino, who was being dragged away, as a farewell.

When the two people were completely out of the boy's sight, Jinguji Yue's swinging hands dropped weakly, and his false smile became calm and became indifferent.

The school radio was exiled at this time, and it was time to leave school.

Outside the window, crimson-colored clouds filled the sky, much like the blushing faces of those girls when he was chatting with them.

"go home."

He muttered to himself.

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Jingujizuki walked out of the main entrance of Jiyugaoka Station. In front of the dessert shop next to him, a girl looked at the display cabinet through the glass window, her eyes shining, motionless.

The girl was wearing the uniform of Kamizakura High School. The zipper of the schoolbag on her shoulder was not fully zipped, and a corner of the gym clothes with a laundry bag could be seen.

Jingujizuki pretended not to notice and walked past her silently.

Suddenly, a white arm stood in front of the young man. He glanced at the girl's outstretched hand. The arm was slender, the nails were neatly trimmed, and the lines on the palm were as intricate as a maze.

"What are you doing standing still?"

The girl was still lying in front of the display cabinet, never looking at Jinguji Yue from beginning to end, as if the person she was communicating with was not Jinguji Yue, but the snacks in the display cabinet.

The transparent glass reflected the boy's confused face. The girl turned her head, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, her smile was a little silly, but it was smooth and reassuring.

"Hehe... I forgot to bring my wallet. I'm so tired from running today and my stomach is flat. Please give me a favor."