After confessing to Waste Chai Gang

Time seemed to stand still.

after awhile……

"Tomorrow! How about tomorrow? I will definitely bring it tomorrow!"

Gangji clasped his hands together and made a pleading gesture. His fluffy hair was shaking with his movements, which made me really want to stroke it.

I thought so in my mind, and when I realized it, my hand had already stretched out first.

It is the same touch as imagined, soft and easy to touch.

I stroked it contentedly, and was very confident about my actions: "This is called interest. If you forget it tomorrow, I will come to collect interest!"

"Heh, heh..." Gang Ji laughed dryly, but this time he didn't avoid it.

After eating the bento, it's time for extra meals.Adhering to the principle of not wasting, I took out the remaining piece of cake in the refrigerator that was intended to be given to Masaichi Irie, and planned to get rid of it today.

You know, the shelf life of dessert is 1-3 days, if you don't eat it, it will be spoiled.

This time I did remember to bring tableware!

He put the cake box on his lap, and just as he was about to start, a fluffy head approached beside him.

Gang Ji asked strangely: "Eh? This cake...isn't it finished yet?"

Hearing this, I quickly grabbed the cardboard box and rubbed it to the side, and said cautiously: "This time it's not for you, so don't come here."

Who told him not to leave me a bite yesterday, let him experience the feeling of watching others eat today.

The corner of Gangji's mouth twitched: "So, so is this revenge?"

There are three words of childishness written in his expression.

I turned my head away, pretending not to understand.

Below the spectator stand, the baseball team is having noon activities, and the sound of pitching and hitting the ball can be heard from time to time.

Although I don't have the habit of taking a nap myself, I still don't understand why athletes are so energetic, and they still have to train during a good lunch break.

However, even though it is a national sport, I seem to prefer tennis to baseball.

The reason...

I always feel that those heavy armors look like they will hurt if they are hit by a ball.

In contrast, tennis is much more civilized.

At least there are very few people!It won't dazzle me.

Because I was really not interested, I started to feel sleepy after a while.

Rubbing my eyes, I was just about to tell Gangji to go back, but a baseball fell from the sky, which happened to hit the unfinished cake in my hand, and the cream flew up and splashed all over my face.

"Ah, danger—"

The sudden accident obviously made everyone unresponsive.

Gang Ji quickly stood up, and raised my face in a panic to check: "Are you all right? Are you injured?"

I was also taken aback, but fortunately the ball didn't hit me, it just fell into the paper box containing the cake, I shook my hand subconsciously, and the ball followed suit twice, instantly stained up the cream.

The baseball was covered in dirt and dust, and the cake was inedible.

I patronized the food that was a pity for me, and forgot to answer Tsunayoshi for a while, until the soft cloth touched my forehead, and then I came back to my senses.

The hanging handkerchief flickered, and even the line of sight was divided.

I blinked and raised my head to cooperate with his wiping movement, but inadvertently saw his slightly frowning brows.

It seems to be cared for.Moreover, it was from a member of the opposite sex.

After realizing this, I suddenly felt a little hot on my cheeks, and I quickly looked away.

"what?"

My attention was quickly drawn away, I looked at the handkerchief Tsunaki used to wipe the cream, it seemed familiar?

Gangji: "This, this is!"

Gang Ji panicked and turned his hands away. Before I had time to take a closer look, he had already turned around.

I thought about the appearance of the handkerchief, and I became more and more sure: "Is it the one I gave you?"

Tsuna: "Huh? Uh..."

He was vague, as if trying to muddle the subject.

Just then someone came over with a baseball bat on his shoulders. I raised my head and found that the person was tall and had a hearty smile that I had never seen before.

"Tsuji, Tsuna."

He greeted us very familiarly, scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't control my strength when I hit the ball just now, you didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Yamamoto?" I finally remembered who he was, and dug out the name from my memory.

Yamamoto grabbed his hair and laughed: "Hahaha, it's me."

Me: "I didn't get hit, it's a pity that the cake..."

After saying this, the three of us lowered our heads at the same time, and Yamamoto clicked his tongue after seeing it clearly: "It's a pity...it seems that I can't eat it."

"Forget it, just treat it as expired."

I sighed deeply, didn't say any more, handed him the ball inside together with the cardboard box, then waved and pulled Gangji away.

When he was about to reach the classroom, Gangji stopped, and I had to follow his footsteps to stop at the door.

The two stood under the window in the corridor. I looked at him strangely, but I saw him pointing to his left shoulder: "Here...wasn't cleaned just now."

Looking down at the place he pointed, it turned out that the cream was also stuck to the hair.I rubbed the sleeve of my school uniform, and although the cream visible to the naked eye was wiped off, the piece of hair felt oily to the touch, as if I hadn't bathed for many days.

This will not work!

I hastily took out the small mirror I carried with me from my uniform pocket, and stuffed it into Gangji's hand: "Please lift it for me!"

Tsuna: "Huh? Hmm."

He was startled, then stood there obediently, holding the mirror in his hand, and pointed the mirror at me.

Me: "A little bit further down, I'm not going to take a photo of my face."

The mirror moved down obediently, and I was finally satisfied.

I ran my hair through my fingers like a comb, and then divided it into three strands. I braided it, hiding the creamed strand at the bottom, and tied it with the elastic around my wrist.

I turned around in front of the mirror, and after making sure that it was perfect from all angles, I took the mirror back from Tsunayoshi's hand.

It was probably the first time for Gang Ji to see a girl brushing her hair, and she was surprised: "This, so fast? And why do you carry such a thing with you?"

He looks at the rubber bands that hold my hair.

There is a cherry on it, which I saw at a jewelry store when I was in elementary school.

Me: "You don't understand this, girls will wear this when they go out."

Gangji: "But..."

He paused, and turned his gaze to my wrist with a red mark from the rubber band, "It always hurts..."

Me: "It's okay, it's just that the blood is blocked after wearing it for a long time, and it will itch a little when you take it off."

As I was talking, I suddenly remembered that the boy in front of me had another identity, so I asked tentatively, "Or...will you help me wear it?"

Boyfriend seems to be able to do this, right?

"Eh, eh!"

Gang Ji took half a step back as if startled, waved his hands frantically and said, "No, no, no! I'm just asking, there's no other meaning!"

"Okay..." I was a little disappointed, but I didn't intend to force him. After I finished speaking, I pushed open the classroom door and sat in my seat.

Kurokawa and Kyoko soon came back with lunch boxes, and Kyoko opened her eyes in surprise when she saw me: "Did Hina go to exercise? Why did she tie her hair up all of a sudden?"

Kurokawa leaned on his chin and commented: "It looks much more agile than usual."

I puffed up my face: "You tie up your hair first before you say such things."

Hearing this, Kurokawa let out a sigh, glanced at the seats in the back row intentionally or unintentionally, bent down and leaned into my ear and said, "I'm in a bad mood, are you angry? You are having lunch with that guy, Ganga." Let's eat."

"What?" Kyoko who was out of the situation also came over, blinking and asking in puzzlement, "Is Hina ちゃん angry?"

"No la……"

Facing the pair of eyes of the two of them seeking knowledge and gossiping, the inexplicable awkwardness in my heart disappeared instantly, and I raised the textbook to cover the lower half of my face, and my voice became muffled because of this: "I'm just... suddenly a little weird ..."

Could it be because Tsuna almost never refuses.So Leng Buding didn't get his consent, and felt something was wrong?

This can't be done...

Did I become arrogant in just a few days?

No, no, you can't become a good adult like this!

I shook my head, threw out all the messy thoughts in my head, and forced myself to calm down.

Even to parents, their obedience cannot be taken for granted.

This is true of the closest people, not to mention that Gang Ji and I have not known each other for long, so it is wrong to have such thoughts!

I cautiously introspected: Sure enough, the more I am with people with good tempers, the more I should always pay attention to my changes.

People change unconsciously, and I don't hope that one day in the future, I will also take Tsuna Ji's good temper as it should be.

If so, what is the difference from those who bullied him?

Today's last class is finally over.

When school was over, I bid farewell to Kurokawa and Kyoko first, while I mumbled for a long time, and stood up only after all the students in the classroom had left.

In the last row of tables and chairs, a thin figure was bending over to clean. His fluffy brown hair trembled with his undulating movements, which made me unconsciously recall the soft and fluffy feel.

Today is Gangji as a student on duty.

There were only the two of us left in the empty classroom, and the rustling sound of the broom sweeping the ground seemed to be amplified countless times, and became clearly audible at this moment.

I stood behind him and cleared my throat: "Ah Gang-kun..."

"Alas!"

Gang Ji was frightened by the sudden sound and jumped forward, then tripped over the broom and fell into the mud with a bang.

"Are you okay?" I hurried up to help him up.

Gang Ji held his nose that hurt from the fall, and buzzed: "No, nothing..."

After seeing clearly that the person in front of him was me, he froze for a moment: "Haven't you come home yet? Didn't I tell you yesterday that you don't have to wait for me after school."

"Um……"

Facing his clear gaze, I lowered my head, twisted my fingers uncomfortably, and lowered my voice a lot: "I'm here to apologize to you..."

Gangji: "Apologize?"

He looked confused, apparently not understanding why I said such a thing.

It's already come to this point, I just mustered up the courage, let go and said to him: "It was at noon, I seemed to get angry with you inadvertently, I hope you don't care."

"Uh..." Gang Ji thought about it carefully for a while, and his eyebrows relaxed, "What, you mean that time..."

He paused, his eyes widened slightly, and he said incredulously, "Is that what you call getting angry?"

Me: "Forget, count?"

Anyway, I kind of threw my face at him.

Gangji was taken aback when he heard the words, and then couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay, I don't care." He said gently, then stood up and patted the ashes on his uniform, hesitated, and asked me, "So are you angry at noon? Why?"

I:"……"

This, how should I ask someone to answer this, I can't say it's because he rejected me...

I hesitated for a while, and decided to change the subject.

I looked up and looked around, and found that the blackboard full of mathematical formulas had not been wiped.So three steps and two steps ran to the podium, held up the blackboard eraser and said to him: "Let me help you! After cleaning, let's go home together!"

After I finished speaking, I rolled up my sleeves and started to wipe the blackboard.

The chalk dust fell down in clusters, I squinted my eyes, but accidentally breathed into my throat, and suddenly I was choked and coughed.

"Are you okay?"

Gang Ji hurried over, pinching his nose to disperse the dust in the air, took the eraser from my hand, and said warmly: "Go back to your seat first, I'll be fine soon."

"Cough cough cough..."

My choked tears were about to come out. Hearing this, my heart tensed up, and I hurried to grab the blackboard eraser that fell into his hand: "I promised to help you, how can you not keep your words?"

Because of my fight, Gangji had to stand on tiptoe and raised the object in his hand, "This is very dangerous, please sit down quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the eraser accidentally knocked on the blackboard.Immediately, a large piece of chalk dust was sprinkled, covering the two of us.

The dust floated into my eyes, my eyes blurred, my nose started to itch again, and I sneezed uncontrollably.

On the other side, Gang Ji also choked heavily, coughed twice, and then sneezed.

When we regained our strength, we both looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were red, and even the tip of our nose turned red.

Gang Ji's hair was messy and pasted on his face, which was really funny, I couldn't help laughing when I saw him.

Me: "Forget it, forget it, I won't rob you, I'll go to the back and sweep the floor."

Gangji responded.

I stepped off the podium, came to the broom he had dropped just now, and bent down to pick it up.

Just after sweeping twice, I felt that there seemed to be a gaze staring behind me, but when I turned around, I was facing Gangji's warm brown eyes.

He was still holding a blackboard eraser in his hand, and there was a lot of chalk dust falling on his hair and eyebrows, but he didn't know it at all, and he still stood there in the same posture as before, looking at me as if in a daze.

"Ah Gang-kun?"

I called him, and I was used to his character of being in a daze from time to time.

Sure enough, Tsunayoshi, who was called by his name, came back to his senses after a jolt. After meeting my gaze, he turned his back like a hedgehog whose fur had exploded.

As if to keep me from talking, the eraser in his hand moved quickly, as if he was busy.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the auricles hidden under the hair were red again.

Are all boys this weird?

I don't understand very much.