If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

My numb brain didn't understand what it meant until I blurted out this short sentence.But when I repeat this sentence unconsciously, like repeating it, it seems that I have spoken some kind of secret language, and the emotions hidden in my heart, my bone marrow, and every cell of me are drawn and spewed out Out, attached to this short words.

Hoarse, but at this time, I also felt the warmth of the sun scorching the desert in my words.

Immediately after my words, almost on top of my final voice, was the voice of Xiaojing standing in front of me coming from above.

Flat, indifferent, without a trace of emotion, as if it was a routine, and it came from a high place, even like a divine order.

"I reject."

……

……

……

Eh?Eh?

--I like you……

--I reject.

This logic does not make sense!

Shouldn't it be "I like you...be my boyfriend!" followed by "I say no."?

Why did you say no when you said you liked it? !

Can you like it or say no? ! !

Don't let you like it? ! ! !

This is really... Isn't it going through some strange process?

I suddenly saw Xiao Jing, who was looking down at me in front of me, with red eyes.

410 Confession (final)

Let time flow backwards for a while.

At the school gate, in the opposite direction from Yukino and the others, Kyosuke pushed the handrail of the glass door of the fast food restaurant.Not moving at all.

It's ridiculous to say that it's the closest catering place to the school, and Kyosuke has not only never entered it, but has never even passed by.

Because the fast food restaurant is on the right side of the school gate, Kyosuke will turn left every time he goes home.

He's such a consistent person.

He pushed the door twice more, but still couldn't open it. He didn't know if it was stuck by something or because Kyosuke was really tired. He considered whether to use some skills.

"Is this door opened?" The blond manager's nice but unmasculine voice sounded from the side.

"Um…"

Kyosuke didn't look at him, but pulled it as he said, and it opened.

Glancing squinting at the night dotted with stars, Kyosuke, who was a little tired from playing tennis for a long time, dragged his sick and old legs up the stairs with only one step.

There was no one in the fast food restaurant, not even a single student.The person sitting in the corner wearing a suit and eating the same thin French fries like a thin clothes rack is probably an office worker nearby.

"Go and sit over there."

Pointing to another empty corner, was the blond manager whose surname had been forgotten after introducing himself just now.

"Hmm." Kyosuke, whose back was bent again, responded briefly, and walked towards the finger with almost no pause in his footsteps.

He wanted a quick fix.

The fast food restaurant is not big, and after taking seven or eight steps to the corner where there are a few tables away from any customers around, Kyosuke is not polite, pulls out the chair and sits on it.

He leaned back in the chair, looking a little foolish.On the one hand, it was because he was really tired. On the other hand, he didn't like the guy in front of him who sat down with a smile on his face.

The advantage of fast food restaurants is that under normal circumstances, you can sit casually even without ordering food, so it is a good place for many poor students and poor social animals to gather.If you want to talk about the disadvantages, it is probably that there are too many people and too noisy.

But there was no one there now, only an unknown English song came from the speaker on the wall.

"Then I'll cut to the chase."

The manager with dyed blonde hair met Kyosuke's eyes with slightly lighter pupils.

"Ah."

Since being alone with this guy, Kyosuke has only made this kind of sound.

The aroma of French fries made Kyousuke feel a little hungry, and his stomach felt empty and uncomfortable.It's great that the guy cut to the chase.

"I'm female."

"Um…"

The air condensed for a moment.

"...ummmmm???"

What did I just hear?

Kyosuke sat up straight from the back of the chair, his arms almost knocked against the metal edge of the table, the intense conditioned reflex was like a stranded fish slapping the wet reef with its tail.

A few tables away, the eyes of others glanced over.