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Chapter 197: Crying Maya

After school, after a brief bustle, the classroom became empty and quiet again. Mochizuki Maaya closed the book that was full of notes, stretched on the spot, her bulging chest swayed twice, she breathed a sigh of relief, and looked out the window with her face slightly tilted.

There were many students downstairs, walking together on the road, talking and laughing. There was no sound outside the glass window. The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated in, adding a layer of brilliant orange-red to the girl's golden hair.

Mochizuki Maaya watched quietly, as if she was appreciating an artistic landscape painting, or as if she had become a part of it. After an unknown amount of time, she walked out of the painting and took out her cell phone from her bag.

Unlocking the phone smoothly and without any pause, Mochizuki Maaya opened the chat interface of one of the contacts, edited a message and sent it.

[Maaya Mochizuki]: You helped me get back into school, didn't you? Thank you.

The message became read within a few seconds, but after waiting for a long time, Mochizuki Maaya still received no reply.

This time there was finally a look of hesitation on her face. Her finger hovered above the screen for a long time before slowly falling.

The interface changed and the dial tone began to sound. Mochizuki Mayaya waited patiently. The moment she saw the call was connected, her expression, which had been frozen, finally changed. She suppressed her excitement and said, "Sister Kana, thank you for helping me get back into school."

"Nothing to thank."

Hoshino Kana's voice came from the other end of the phone without any emotion. She continued, "If your decision to drop out of school was influenced by me, then what I'm doing now is just to get back on track."

"It's not that!"

Mochizuki Maaya couldn't help but deny it immediately, but after realizing her own gaffe, she paused for a moment, calmed down her tone and said:

"The reason I went back to Wang Yue's house was just to get back the things my mother left there. Even if you didn't have them, I would have gone to get them anyway."

"Then you should have a lot left." Hoshino Kana replied.

Mochizuki Maya's eyes flickered, and she asked in a deep voice, "What?"

"Don't you already know this?"

Hoshino Kana seemed to laugh and said, "I still have some things to deal with here, so let's stop here first. If there is anything else in the future, you can..."

Hoshino Kana paused for a moment, then continued, "If there's anything you and Natsume Yuikawa can't handle, you can come to me again."

"Can't I come to you if there's nothing wrong?" Mochizuki Maya asked.

"Didn't you listen to me?"

Hoshino Kana asked back, and when Mochizuki Maya fell silent, she said in a steady voice: "I told you, I have my own things to do now. You have Natsume Yuikawa now, isn't that enough?"

Mochizuki Maya didn't know how to answer Hoshino Kana's question. After realizing that the other party would hang up the phone if she continued to remain silent, she answered in a panic, "Natsume and I are in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, and you and I are just ordinary friends. There's no need to give up one of them, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hoshino Kana was silent for a while. Mochizuki Maaya immediately realized that there seemed to be some ambiguity in her words, and quickly said, "Oh, no, when I said ordinary, I meant ordinary in nature, not ordinary in terms of distance of relationship."

"I know this."

Hoshino Kana's voice seemed to be a little lower. "But people change. Now I feel that there are more important things waiting for me to do than to work hard on these interpersonal relationships."

"Are you saying that being with us is not out of happiness, but the result of your deliberate efforts?" Mochizuki Mayaya trembled slightly as she spoke, her hands clenched tightly, and she was really afraid that she would accidentally crush the phone.

When Hoshino Kana heard this, she immediately asked back, "Why? Aren't you?"

"Snapped!"

There was a rather harsh sound coming from the other end of the line, as if a phone had fallen to the ground. Hoshino Kana frowned uncomfortably and moved the phone away.

"What's wrong, Kana-chan?"

The girl who just walked in looked at her with a smile.

"fine."

Hoshino Kana said calmly. In fact, she had begun to regret saying the wrong thing in the excitement just now, but it seemed too late to take it back now.

Apologize to her next time, if there is still a chance.

Hoshino Kana thought about it, calmly hung up the phone, raised her head and looked at the girl in front of her, "What do you want me to do, Future."

"sorry."

Mochizuki Mayaya hurriedly picked up the phone and couldn't wait to apologize, but the next second, she saw the notification that the call had ended.

Her eyes became moist silently, and the next second, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks. Mochizuki Mayaya leaned over the table, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door outside the classroom, and a student on duty wearing an armband leaned in timidly, "Hello, classmate, school is over now, aren't you going home?"

"I know. I'll be home soon."

Mochizuki Maaya said without raising her head. The crying tone in her voice made the student on duty understand something. He quietly stepped out and closed the door.

After a while, Mochizuki Maaya raised her face, wiped the tears still hanging on her face, pursed her pink lips, and a hint of determination flashed in her tearful eyes.

Yes, she has a family now.

"Sister Sakurai, where is the remote control for the air conditioner in the room? You are sweating so much."

Natsume Yuikawa looked at the slightly shiny stockings on the inside of Sakurai Airi's beautiful legs and asked in a confused manner.

After saying this, Sakurai Airi, who had originally planned to play dead, was stunned for a moment.

No way, does he really not understand or is he pretending not to understand?

But no matter what, since there is already a way out for myself, there is no reason not to cherish it. Sakurai Airi sat up with the help of the bed, raised her hand to push away the hair that was stuck together due to sweat, and her originally delicate and flawless skin looked even whiter, and the almost transparent skin reflected a faint pink color.

"It's in the drawer from the top to the bottom of the bedside table. Don't make the temperature too high, or you'll catch a cold." Sakurai Airi said with a slightly blushing face.

"Yeah, I know that."

Natsume Weichuan did as he was told. After finding the remote control and adjusting the temperature to a relatively suitable level, he glanced at Sakurai Airi's beautiful legs in stockings intentionally or unintentionally, and reminded her calmly, "It's not enough to just adjust the temperature of the air conditioner. Sister, you'd better change your wet clothes, and the bed sheets. I'm sorry for making such a mess."

After hearing this, Sakurai Airi reached out her hand to secretly probe and was immediately startled by the cool layer of water. She thought that even if she changed into new clothes, she would only be soiled again.

If you want to clean yourself thoroughly, you probably have to take a shower.

But my mother is still outside. If I take a shower at this time, wouldn’t it be hard to explain?
But it's not okay to stay wet like this. Ideas keep popping up in Sakurai Airi's mind, but they are rejected one after another. She doesn't know what to do anymore.

"Natsume, the main reason I called you here this time is because my mother wants to see you. If you stay here all the time, it will go against this purpose. So, could you please talk to her for a while? I want to take a shower and I'll be fine soon."

Sakurai Airi looked at Natsume Yuikawa eagerly and said.

And this kind of operation?

Natsume Yuikawa tried to imagine the scene of talking with Mrs. Sakurai and felt a little at a loss. His previous statement about meeting the parents was just a joke, but if he did what Sakurai Airi said, wouldn't it become true?

However, after taking a look at Sakurai Airi's pitiful eyes, and then looking down at her tearful legs, it would be too cruel to let this older sister stay in the room in this wet state.

Psychological torture is a small matter. If you get any inflammation in the future, wouldn’t you be the one who suffers?

After weighing the pros and cons, Natsume Yuikawa realized his responsibility, nodded, stood up, and said to Sakurai Airi: "I understand, wait until I call Auntie into the room, and you can take the opportunity to take a shower."

After deciding on the next course of action, Natsume Weichuan pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Mrs. Sakurai was sitting on the sofa, her two long legs with beautiful lines crossed under her yukata. She had blow-dried her hair, but had not had time to tie it up, so it fell loose behind her, making her look less elegant and more seductive.

"Natsume, why did you come out? Where's Airi?"

Mrs. Sakurai raised her eyes and asked curiously.

"Oh, she has some personal matters to deal with, so I came out first." Natsume Weichuan answered casually.

"Ok?"

Mrs. Sakurai frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "What is this girl thinking about?"

As she spoke, she propped herself up on the sofa and tried to sit up. Mrs. Sakurai comforted Natsume Yuikawa and said, "I'm sorry. I'll go talk to her right away."

Natsume Weichuan quickly stopped in front of her and explained, "That's not the case. I heard that it was my aunt who wanted to see me this time, so I came out to ask."

"Did she tell you that?"

Mrs. Sakurai held her forehead in distress, wondering why this silly girl said everything out loud. Doesn't she know what boys like to hear women say?
"It's not wrong."

Mrs. Sakurai couldn't undermine Airi Sakurai, so she took over and said, "There are some things I want to discuss with you. I believe you can see some of Airi's personality when you get along with her."

"Sorry, please wait."

Natsume Yuikawa interrupted her midway, glanced in the direction of Sakurai Airi's room and winked, "Let's get out of the way."

"Well, that makes sense."

Mrs. Sakurai nodded in agreement, smoothed the hem of her yukata, then stood up from the sofa and pointed in a certain direction, "My room is over there, I'll take you there."

Mrs. Sakurai walked slowly past Natsume Yuikawa. She had just taken a shower and had a faint fragrance on her body. Natsume Yuikawa took a whiff and subconsciously held his breath, not daring to smell it anymore.

I still have to talk to Mrs. Sakurai later. If anything goes wrong, it would be a complete social disaster.

Natsume Weichuan lowered his eyes, not looking at Mrs. Sakurai's slim figure, but only staring at the soles of her feet that were clattering in her wooden clogs.

I've been here for so long and it's getting late. I wonder how Mochizuki Maya is doing now?

When I get home, there will surely be another sumptuous dinner waiting for me.

Thinking of this, he became even more excited, but before Natsume Weichuan could be happy for long, when he returned to reality, he suddenly discovered that the heels in front of him had stopped at some point.

His heart tightened, and when he realized that something was going to go wrong, it was too late to retract his move. Natsume Weichuan bumped into him hard.

"My room is right here. I haven't cleaned it today, so it might be a little messy. Please bear with me. Ok?"

Mrs. Sakurai was talking when she felt something hit her butt hard. She was caught off guard and lost her balance, with her arms spread out against the door.

"I'm so sorry, Auntie. I was thinking about something else and didn't look at the road. I'm so sorry!"

Natsume Yuikawa hurriedly apologized, but Mrs. Sakurai seemed not to hear it and her eyes flickered.

This pose
Mrs. Sakurai recalled some past memories and her face turned slightly red. She gently pushed Natsume Yuikawa away, turned around, glanced at Natsume Yuikawa's face, and asked, "Are you nervous because you're talking to me? It's okay. I won't eat you."

Holding the door handle and pushing open the bedroom door, Mrs. Sakurai smiled and gestured for invitation, "Come in."

Mrs. Sakurai's room is much more stable than Sakurai Airi's style, but it has quite a few decorations. The paintings on the wall are in dark red wooden frames, and there are exquisite and neat furniture, all of which exude an elegant atmosphere.

Natsume Yuikawa was stunned. He thought that although this style was beautiful, he estimated that Mochizuki Maya would not like it, so he did not look at it carefully and quickly looked away.

But I couldn't help thinking in my heart, Mrs. Sakurai is so meticulous and still said that she is worried about the mess in the room and asked me to bear more responsibilities. Isn't this a bit too modest?

(End of this chapter)