Delivery Boy and Masked Girl - A delivery boy discovers the secret of a beautiful gal at his delivery destination. - Chapter 22: Suffocation And Bob-Cut.
- Delivery Boy and Masked Girl - A delivery boy discovers the secret of a beautiful gal at his delivery destination.
- Chapter 22: Suffocation And Bob-Cut.
Suffocation And Bob-Cut.
The next day at lunchtime.
I was reading a shoujo manga again, using the book cover that had become my favourite.
After all, it had been raining heavily yesterday until about ten o’clock in the evening, and I had come home quite late.
While waiting for the rain to stop, I decided to read some other shoujo manga on the bookshelf from Shizuki’s suggestion
So far, so good.
I was able to kill some time, and the story itself was quite interesting, so I borrowed what I couldn’t read and went home.
And now, here I am, reading the rest of the story:
The ML died in a car accident….
I didn’t expect this to happen.
Just a few minutes ago, it was just a normal love story.
Because of the title “Biscuit Girl” and the pop design of the cover, I thought the story would end happily. …
I don’t hate it unless it’s a happy ending, but…
When I glanced at Shizuki, I saw that she was looking at me too, and our eyes met perfectly.
Shizuki was looking cute and innocent as she tilted her head.
But my expression must be gloomy.
Damn …Isn’t it bad?
Well, it’s true that the story itself was quite interesting.
But I think that’s what makes the shock even greater now…
This is the last volume, and I don’t think it’s going to have a happy ending.
However, this kind of development may be an important differentiator for the manga to sell among the many shoujo manga.
Hmmm, the world of entertainment is deep.
I let out a long breath and closed the manga.
I’ll go home and read the rest of the book slowly.
I feel like I need to prepare myself properly.
Suddenly, I heard my name being called, and I slowly looked up.
Before I knew it, there was a girl’s face in front of me.
She hunched over my desk with her arm resting on my desk as if she was looking at me.
“….what is it?”
“Haha. Keep your calm.”
“You’re a lively fellow, aren’t you?”
I don’t know what’s so fun about this sudden call to me.
Although she has no make-up she has a clear and well-defined face.
The contrast between her shiny black bob cut and her fair skin was dazzling.
Her eyes, as sharp and large as a cat’s, glittered as she stared at me.
She’s not as pretty as Shizuki, but she’s pretty enough.
“It’s not you, it’s Minai. Minai Ayami.”
“We’re in the same class, and still bother to introduce yourself. wow.”
“But you don’t remember me anyway, Hasumi-kun. I can see right through you.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“Don’t you have any excuses?”
This girl, Minai, laughed again and squinted her eyes.
She’s a very expressive person.
The way she speaks is also loose, or rather innocent.
She seems to be as cat-like on the inside as she is on the outside.
“So, what the matter?”
“What’s the matter with me? Meanie, You’re my classmate.”
“I’m not saying what’s the matter with you. But if there is something you want from me, tell me quickly.”
“You’re so boring.”
Minai shook her head exaggeratedly again and again.
I don’t like to spend unnecessary energy or get into hassels.
“What is this…?”
What Minai took out was a small white plastic bag.
When I looked at it, I saw that there were some folded pieces of paper inside.
“We’re changing seats next week, so we’re drawing lots.”
“Oh. I see.”
So that’s what it was.
That was a smaller errand than I thought.
I put my hand into the bag and pulled out a piece of paper.
I opened it and looked at the number written inside.
“Oh, that’s right behind the window. That’s lucky. And you are….”
“Ta-da! You’re next to me! I’m number 11!”
“So it’s a no gain for me after all.”
“Am I a setback to you?!”
Hahaha, Minai laughed again, looking happy.
The fact that she didn’t seem to be offended suggests that she’s a more cheerful person than I thought.
“Well, only Team Gal remains now.”
What’s with that suspicious name group?
“It’s the nickname of Shizuki-chan’s group. Well, I call it what I want.”
“Oh, you mean the flashy gals?”
“What’s that? Is that the official name?”
“How can that be, of course not?”
I didn’t realise that there were other slang names.
That’s the Flashy Gals, Their motto is attention.
“Hasumi-kun is a surprisingly interesting one.”
“Thanks for that.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you after we switch seats.”
As she said this, Minai approached the flashy gals with a strangely rhythmic stride.
I feel like I’ve just played with a stray cat.
Anyway, why did she have to draw lots to change seats…?
She’s on the class council, I guess?
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“It’s Eats and Eats.”
“Thank you very much.”
I handed the beef bowl set to a young man who came out of the room, and quickly left the apartment.
This was my eighth delivery today.
The unit price of each one is not high, but I’m making money at a good pace.
I finished reading the last volume of “Biscuit Girl” as soon as I got home from school, but as expected, it ended with a completely sad ending, so I decided to devote myself to my part-time job today for a change.
While being conscious of a certain level of efficiency, I chose a delivery that seemed easy and accepted it.
As I repeated this process, before I knew it, I had arrived near the station.
“It’s Eats and Eats.”
“You’re Kinda late you know.”
“I’m really sorry.”
After a tongue-lashing, the door closed with a bang.
I’m right on time, you Idiot.
Now, I’m going to rehydrate and work a little harder.
I parked my bike in front of a vending machine in front of the station and chugged down a sports drink.
The temperature is low because it was December, but I felt quite thirsty when I delivered at this pace.
I wish I had a moped.
Well, pedalling a bike is a good way to get some exercise, so maybe I’ll just stick with it.
I suddenly thought I saw a familiar face in front of a restaurant.
I took a closer look and saw that she was…
Or rather, there were flashy gals.
In addition, there were about four guys in the mix that I had never seen before.
So I remembered the conversation I had with Shizuki yesterday.
“…Is that the hookup she was talking about?”
Oh, by the way, she did say it was today.
I didn’t realise that it was being held in such a close area.
And Shizuki, she did go after all?
The total of eight people there were naturally divided into two groups, two boys and two girls each.
Three groups walked away, leaving only Shizuki and one other boy in front of the store.
Perhaps it was a move for each of them to talk to someone they liked.
It’s not like it’s a full-blown party, but it’s turning out to be a solid mixer.
I coughed as if to shake off the feeling in my chest.
But my mood didn’t change, and I still had a strange hang-up.
It’s weird… It’s too late in the season for Shizuki’s cold to have spread….
For now, I’m going to make one more delivery and go home for the day.
Until the mail comes, I’m going to take a break here….
At that moment, I saw Shizuki in front of the store, the boy grabbing her arm.
No matter how much I underestimate it, it doesn’t seem to be a harmonious atmosphere.
I left the delivery bag on the side of the road and ran off.
Before I knew it, I felt as if the suffocation I had felt earlier had disappeared.