"Nanamin, you just need to follow your own heart."

Fukawa was unwilling to back down, even if Hashimoto avoided confrontation with her again and again. She wanted to see Hashimoto's sincerity hidden under the dense branches and leaves, and hear her true thoughts.

Fukawa is fed up with this kind of hide-and-seek mutual speculation. As time goes by, the mystery will only become more and more complicated. On this simple question of whether they like it or not, they have been entangled for so long that it is difficult to distinguish the original

Where are the threads?

So she was eager to get a clear and specific answer from Hashimoto. Even if it was a sharp knife, she was willing to be stabbed. She was ready.

But Hashimoto was still unwilling to give Fukawa a happy ending.

"What is the original intention?"

Hashimoto took a deep breath. The ascetic's precepts would be broken one day, not to mention Hashimoto who valued the bond between members more than anything else.

"What is the original intention? Mai Mai, tell me," she raised her head, and the strings that bound her sensibility were finally loosened. She seemed to be aroused by Fukawa's words.

"Maimai, you may think it was my fault to run away from there, but isn't that my true intention? Do you have to ask me to give a clear answer? Because you like me, no matter whether you accept or reject

Do I have to respond? You keep saying you want me to choose, but Mai Mai, have you ever given me a choice?"

"You just pushed all the problems to my side. You were selfishly relieved and completed your seemingly tragic expression of feelings, but this was based on sacrificing our stable relationship. This is what we want

Something we share, and you didn't even ask me for my opinion before destroying it!"

Hashimoto gradually became excited, her tone became stern, and every word she spoke was full of direction. She looked at Fukawa, no longer restraining her complaints and dissatisfaction with her.

"In this case, is my answer still necessary?"

——

"unnecessary……"

Wu Geng grabbed Xiao Feiniao's wrist like a red-hot iron. She was not burned, but felt a certain kind of heat surging in it. Now this heat is slowly disappearing, just in time with Xiao Feiniao's tears.

on the contrary.

Wu Geng took out a tissue and wanted to help her wipe it, but Xiao Feiniao took it himself, not wanting Wu Geng to help her.

Wu Geng had no choice but to let go of his hand and step away from her.

"There is no need to end up in this situation, Na-chan." Wu Geng whispered.

"Whose responsibility does Xiaoxiao think this is?"

"...I don't know." Wu Geng opened her mouth, and she could only reply like this.

"It's already like this. Xiaoxiao's slowness will hurt others. If you don't pay attention to your words and deeds and don't control them, this situation will happen again in the future."

Rather than saying it as a prophecy, Nishino seemed to have foreseen the future scenario. There was definitely more in her tone than a prediction.

Wu Geng shook his head, "I thought Asuka was okay, because... because it's Asuka, the Asuka who has been getting along with us... Na-chan, you don't hate her, right?"

"But I'm afraid that I will hate myself. I'm also afraid that I will hate Xiaoxiao."

Nishino said with a slightly sad expression, "It is because of Wu Geng's insensitive attitude that everyone is suddenly hurt, and there is no one to blame."

"Kana-chan, you said... I can interact with girls normally."

"But you are not interacting with the members normally. You think you are paying attention, but in fact you are just following the same pattern."

"Xiao Xiao, can you tell the difference now?" Nishino asked, "Which ones are concerns between friends and which ones are active kindness."

"How do you distinguish between these?" Wu Geng smiled wryly, "So I should become more indifferent, take care of my own affairs, not participate in, fight for, or understand, not interested in other things, as long as I maintain

Just keep your own existence. But this..."

She thought of herself sitting in the classroom reading quietly. The noise after class didn't matter to her. She was only interested in the things she was interested in and created a strong cocoon around her. In that class, her existence

It doesn't make any difference to anyone else, and vice versa.

"Na-chan, do you want me to go back to my old self?"

——

"I didn't think so."

Fukawa felt relaxed when faced with Hashimoto's somewhat rude reaction. She was not afraid of Hashimoto openly expressing her dissatisfaction, but was afraid that she would deliberately seal up her emotions and show her cruelty and callousness of being indifferent to everything.

"Just because I didn't want to easily overturn the time we spent together in the past few years, I endured it without telling anyone. If it weren't for Nanamin who pretended to be clever and peeked into my mind, maybe until the end, this love

He will never see the light of day."

"So Mai Mai, do you want to put all the blame on me?"

"I just want to say that both of us are responsible for causing the current situation, and no one can escape."

Fukawa looked at Hashimoto deeply, "Nanamin, give me an answer, a clear answer without any external influence. Accept it or reject it, like it or hate it. Please."

"Let me give up and put an end to all this. Whether you call me cowardly or cruel, it doesn't matter. This is a choice that only Nanamin has the right to make. This was destined from the beginning.

That’s right—from the moment I fell in love with you.”

Hashimoto did not dare to look at Fukawa anymore. Fukawa was so calm yet humble, which made Hashimoto feel distressed. The Fukawa in her memory was not like this. They met each other and lived together in the most precious time.

They care about each other and support each other.

"Maimai, stop talking, give Nanamin some time." Shiraishi couldn't bear to watch the two people in front of him uncovering each other's scars, nor could he bear to see Hashimoto being so passive.

Hashimoto is like a new recruit on the battlefield who cannot give a quick shot to a seriously injured teammate. She does not have such a firm belief and is not used to bloodshed and sacrifice.

They all are.

"I gave it, not only to Nanamin, but also to myself," Fukawa turned back with a wry smile.

"But there's nothing I can do. The confession I blurted out is like water that I can't take back. I would also like it if I could erase this memory. Just pretend that nothing happened and everything is normal. Nanamin can smile at me.

Instead of avoiding my eyes and showing a weeping look."

"I've been in torment," Fukawa said, "Mai, can you feel that kind of pain like enduring tremendous torture, and the consciousness is imprisoned in a dark corner, whether it's reading a book or drawing a picture?

, I danced until I lost my strength in the practice room, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t calm down or get rid of this boiling feeling of nothingness.”

"I can't even be sure whether I am still me now. Didn't those passions and impulses that seemed to be ignited be left on the bench at that station? The feelings that cannot be responded to are like no words. Homeless children, as soon as I say it, they will be pulled out of my body."

"So I need an answer that at least allows me to accept all this instead of wandering in vain. It doesn't matter whether I reject it or hate it..."
Chapter completed!