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It would be wonderful to see the stars here.

Fumino Furuhashi thought to herself.

A sky full of stars will surely be breathtaking.

……

After descending from the mountaintop, Hayakawa and his two companions discussed it and decided to return to their hotel in Sapporo. After all, they had been hiking all day and were quite tired, both physically and mentally.

After leaving the Yotei Mt. Scenic Area, the three waited for a while on a nearby road before hailing a taxi. They took the taxi to the tram station, bought tickets for their afternoon trip back to Sapporo, ate something at a restaurant near the tram station, and then boarded the tram back to Sapporo.

"Thump~"

The tram wheels made a dull thud as they came into contact with the mechanical tracks, causing the connected carriages to sway and shake.

Hayakawa sat between the two women as always, Ogata Riju sat on the side closest to the aisle, and Furuhashi Fumino leaned against the window, gazing absently at the scenery rushing past outside.

Hayakawa was looking down, holding a book between his hands, engrossed in reading. Suddenly, his shoulder slumped as Ogata Riju leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept soundly.

I'm tired.

Hayakawa looked away and continued reading his book.

"Hayakawa..."

A voice suddenly came from the side.

"Ok?"

Hayakawa turned his head and found that Fumino Furuhashi was not looking out the window, but was quietly watching him from the side, with a condescending and slightly condescending gaze.

Chapter 277 The Curtain

That look in his eyes…

It's like they're pitying me.

Hayakawa was stunned for a moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a surge of resentment welled up in her heart, like a fishbone stuck in her throat.

For a proud person like him, admitting that he is inferior to others is difficult, but even more difficult is enduring their presence, and the hardest thing is enduring their ridicule.

Hayakawa would only sneer and regard others as ants when they slandered her, but she could not tolerate people like Furuhashi and Ogata, because she was truly inferior to them.

"What?"

Hayakawa suppressed the surging excitement in his heart and pretended to be calm.

"..."

Fumino Furuhashi looked at Hayakawa in front of her, opened her mouth as if to say something but then stopped. Her mood was gloomy and depressed. Her eyes reflected the image of the person in front of her. Riju Ogata leaned gently on his shoulder, while Hayakawa turned his head and looked at her suspiciously.

When did you two become so close?

Has Rizu Ogata actually confessed to you...? And what was her response?

Fumino Furuhashi had a million questions in her mind, but she didn't even have the courage to go forward and confirm them, so she could only flee this space.

Why...? I could have just asked casually like before, and even if I got a bad result, I could have smiled and offered my blessings.

But Fumino Furuhashi can't do it now. She can't be as kind and easygoing as she always is. She's afraid that if she asks a question, she'll reveal her true emotions. Her feelings are so complicated that she wants to turn around and jump out of the car window.

Why is it Ri-chan...?

Fumino Furuhashi pursed her lips, her mind filled with all sorts of fantasies.

If it were any other girl confessing to Hayakawa, I definitely wouldn't be so spineless. I would bravely confront Hayakawa and then splash water all over her face.

"Who is this woman?!"

"Scumbag! Slap!"

Fumino Furuhashi imagined that scene, and felt a pang of laughter, which ultimately turned into bitterness.

But that's Ri-chan... it just so happens to be Ri-chan...

"..."

Fumino Furuhashi lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her useless and cowardly self, as if a needle were constantly piercing her heart.

At that moment, she couldn't help but recall the youth novels and romantic soap operas she had read since childhood, and a sense of enlightenment washed over her.

In the past, I viewed the stories of the characters in the play from a god-like perspective, watching their joys and sorrows, their anger and fear, their crying and laughing, taking pleasure in it, and even considering myself an emotional master. But now I truly understand the pain of this relationship.

Falling in love is a painful thing...

Fumino Furuhashi gazed quietly at the sleeping Riju Ogata, her eyes flickering slightly.

It is also a transformative thing.

"nothing."

Fumino Furuhashi turned her head back to the window, gave a soft hum, and changed the subject, saying, "Hayakawa, what are you planning to do this winter break?"

"Um…"

Hayakawa was taken aback by Furuhashi's unexpected remark, and hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I don't know, it's probably studying."

Actually, it's also possible to go to a temple, but whether or not to go to a temple during winter break depends on whether I'm satisfied with this temple trip. If it's effective, then I'll naturally come again. If not, then I'll just stay home and study, just like every holiday in the past.

"Study!"

Fumino Furuhashi drawled out her words, then said listlessly, "I was thinking of going to the seaside park."

Is the travel never going to end?

Hayakawa's expression gradually turned cold. His time was too precious to waste on some park that sounded like it was in another city.

"That place is very close to Ichinose. It's a coastal area and very quiet, unlike Hokkaido where there are so many tourists."

Fumino Furuhashi said, as if recalling something, "So there were many seagulls, only seagulls."

This is the thing I care about least this century.

Hayakawa, expressionless, thought for a moment, then, seeing the wistful look on Furuhashi's face, asked, "Have you been there before?"

"Yes, when I was little."

Gu Qiao nodded: "My mother took me there once."

"...That's it."

Hayakawa remained silent for a moment. He knew about Furuhashi's mother's situation, so he didn't dare to say anything more about it and simply nodded.

He knew he was an ordinary emperor with little emotional intelligence and a straightforward personality, so when faced with potentially hurtful topics, keeping silent was the best option.

"I was originally planning to take you and Ri-chan to feed the seagulls during the holiday,"

Fumino Furuhashi smiled slightly: "But it seems you don't want to go, so let's just pass on that for now."

"Uh…"

Hayakawa looked at the smile on Furuhashi's face and felt inexplicably ashamed. He pretended to look down at his book and said, "You just said that it's also close to Ichinose, right? It's fine to go and see it when you have time. After all, it's a whole winter vacation, so there's plenty of time."

Even if you have time,

Fumino Furuhashi pursed her lips slightly, a strange light reflecting in her eyes, and said casually, "Rigid doesn't have time either."

"Uh? Oh."

Hayakawa was taken aback, then realized: "Yes, she has to help out at home."

Working at the udon noodle shop is really tough. It seems I need to find some time to talk to Ogata's father and ask him to quickly hire someone else to replace Ogata Rizu, otherwise my study plans will be affected.

If all else fails, you can pay for it yourself.

Hayakawa was thinking to himself, but then saw Fumino Furuhashi shake her head: "It's not work at the udon shop, it's something else."

situation. "

"Rika-chan, ah..."

After a brief hesitation, Fumino Furuhashi parted her pink lips slightly and uttered a few words.

"Ok?"

Hayakawa froze, then his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

She said, "I'm going to participate in the competition."

"Eh?"

Upon hearing these words, Hayakawa felt as if the throbbing red organ in his chest had lost all its power for a moment, abruptly stopping and causing him to experience a feeling of suffocation.

Like someone suddenly punched in the face, Hayakawa looked dazed for a moment, then widened his eyes and asked, "Match? What match?"

"What other competition could it be?"

Fumino Furuhashi spread her hands, her tone matter-of-fact: "Of course, it's the National High School Mathematics Competition."

Hayakawa's throat bobbed violently, and he stood frozen in place.

He had never heard of the competition before; no one had ever told him about it—not his teachers, not his students, and no one had informed him.

Why didn't anyone notify me?

If there's a competition like this, I should at least let myself know, because...

Fumino Furuhashi said, "Our school only has one spot, and there's only one spot for all three grades."

She pointed at Rizu Ogata: "This spot is for Rizu-chan."

one…

Hayakawa's eyes went vacant for a moment, and he felt the girl's body on his shoulder gradually becoming heavier and heavier, until it could crush him.

No wonder no one notified me...

Because it's none of my business.

Chapter 278 The Escape Begins

Hayakawa's body slowly bent down, like someone whose spine had been broken, his mood as bad as a desolate wasteland.

The school had only one spot available for the competition, and instead of giving it to a senior high school student or anyone else, they chose Ogata Rizu, who had only been enrolled for half a year. This shows just how much confidence the school had in Ogata Rizu.

On the other hand, no one had told me about this, just like any other ordinary student in a class, I knew nothing about the various competitions.

But what about the ancient bridge...? How did the ancient bridge know that?

"Ancient bridge..."

Hayakawa felt a chill run through him, and he abruptly looked up, asking blankly, "How did you know?"

"what do you know?"

Fumino Furuhashi put her hands behind her back, a bright smile on her face: "A competition?"

"Does that need to be said?"

Hayakawa asked eagerly, already vaguely knowing the answer in his heart, like a door that could be pushed open with one hand, behind which lay a dark truth.

Gu Qiao chuckled softly, her petal-like lips moving slightly.

"Because I also have a spot, which is for the Chinese language competition."

"At that time, Ri-chan and I went to the principal's office together."

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa gently closed his eyes.

ended.

Everything is over; the long battle has ended at this moment.

His mind kept replaying the grades he had when he first saw that report card. The distance that seemed so close now seemed so unattainable. The gap hadn't changed because of his efforts; it had only widened.

The train windows suddenly became blurry. It was raining in Hokkaido in October, and the damp ground was muddy. Pedestrians walked carefully, afraid of getting splashed with mud. The rain grew heavier, turning from a pattering sound into a downpour. The air was filled with a damp, flowing light, dim and gentle, faintly bright in the sunlight and dark in the shadows. Looking out the window, the headlights of the cars piercing through the rain, the lights standing in the distance, were a profound and awe-inspiring sight for him.

Hayakawa couldn't tell if it was autumn rain or winter rain. His mind was blank, and his thoughts, like the world outside the window, were cold and damp. He was soaked, like a stray cat with nowhere to hide from the rain.

In Sapporo, where the cold rain was falling, a wound opened up in Hayakawa's heart.

Hayakawa kept her eyes closed, her face showing a somewhat bewildered expression.

"I'm sleepy, let me sleep for a while."