Even Today, the Genius High School Programmer Cashes In on Day Trades, Completely Flustered by Beautiful Girls' Growing Affection. - Chapter 50: Blow, Wind.

Blow, Wind.

“Of course, I’m not saying it’s for free, Senpai.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a plastic case.

“Here you go. Consider it a gift.”

Nanase’s eyes instantly softened. She snatched the signed P-Gene CD from my hand.

“That’s one I bought at Carmeli for 200,000 yen.”

“Two hundred thousand?!”

Nanase’s eyes widened.

“It’s still listed as ‘Sold’ on Carmeli, so you can check for yourself. I already verified the serial number too.”

Nanase kept staring at the CD, as if nothing else in the world mattered anymore.

Spending 200,000 yen hurt, but for Yukina’s smile, it was cheap. Besides, I was confident I could earn it back quickly through trading.

“P-Gene is planning overseas expansion soon. Its popularity will only keep growing. It’s obvious this CD’s value will keep rising too.”

I thought I saw the corner of Nanase’s mouth twitch upward.

“You can sell it right away, or wait for the price to go up. It’s also a perfect item to brag about to your friends.”

Even going to clubs cost money—clothes, drinks, and all that. Something like this should be quite helpful for Nanase.

After thinking for about three seconds, she gave a half-hearted “Hmm.”

“Yeah, whatever. I guess I’ll take it off your hands.”

“Then we have a deal.”

“Why are you going this far?”

Nanase glanced up at me sideways.

“Are you the Snow Princess’s boyfriend?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then do you like her? Sakuraba Yukina, I mean.”

I turned the question over in my mind once more.

Did I like Yukina?

I… liked Yukina…?

The answer wouldn’t come.

I didn’t know.

So I stayed silent.

“Well, whatever. Not interested anyway.”

Nanase cut off my thoughts.

“I’ll take this then. Don’t worry—Ako, Maria, Takayuki, and the rest won’t go near her if I tell them not to. See ya.”

Her eyes had already turned into perfect ¥ yen symbols. She was muttering things like “What should I do~ Sell it~?” under her breath.

I watched Nanase’s retreating figure.

With every step, her short skirt swayed from side to side.

It was just on the verge of showing what was underneath, yet not quite.

Blow, wind, I prayed silently.

As if answering me, a gust rose and flipped Nanase’s skirt up.

Black lace.

And the sides were tied with thin strings.

Extremely erotic.

Upperclassmen really were on another level.

Still… the wind actually blew when I wished for it.

What kind of advanced technique was that?

How exactly would one go about registering a utility model patent for it?

I took one deep breath and headed back to the classroom.

The moment I opened the rooftop door, I ran straight into a petite female student.

A childlike face paired with an adult chest.

It was Yamano Hina with her signature twintails.

“Hina?”

“S-Sorry… I just got worried…”

“Why are you here?”

“During lunch break I saw you heading up to the rooftop. Then right after, I saw Okazaki-senpai go up too, so…”

“Ah, I see… You didn’t run into Okazaki-senpai, did you?”

“I hid behind the door, so she didn’t notice me.”

“…Did you hear everything?”

“…Yeah.”

“All of it?”

“…Yeah. It’s over now, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s over. It should be fine now.”

In serious mode, Hina looked up at my face.

“Kousuke… thank you. You saved Yukina again.”

Her gaze dropped slightly.

“And… I’m sorry. I said so many horrible things.”

A thin film of tears formed in Hina’s eyes.

“I couldn’t do anything. I just kept saying arrogant stuff. But you were genuinely worried about Yukina. You took action right away, risked yourself, and protected her. You did something no one else could. And yet I…”

Hina’s voice was trembling.

“It’s fine,” I said, forcing a bright tone.

“I could tell how much you really care about Yukina. That gave me strength too. Plus, Shingo and Ryuusenji helped out as well. I think this only worked because everyone’s feelings were behind it.”

The moment I said that, large tears began rolling down Hina’s cheeks.

I gently placed my palm on top of her head.

“You really are a good person, you know.”

“Shut up! So stop increasing the number of victims!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Idiot!”

I had just been scolded by a big-breasted loli.

Hina refused to stop crying, so I ended up stroking her head right up until the very last moment before lunch break ended.