That stupid runt who reunited with me after 10 years is now transformed into a beautiful and innocent high school girl - Chapter 26
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Haruyama Mio is way too popular.
1
—– Behind the school building.
A Man and a woman were standing in such a deserted place.
“Haruyama-senpai, please go out with me.”
While staring at the underclassman’s outstretched hand, Mio slightly backed away.
“It was already a familiar sight.”
“Confessions are often made to her.”
However, no matter who would be making it, I won’t give an okay as a reply to any confessions made.
Until now, I’ve never had my heart flutter with a boy of the same generation as mine. Also, I couldn’t sympathize with those love stories that the girls in my class were obsessed with.
Then again, my heart didn’t react to the handsome actors and idols of the TV world, and I was utterly uninterested in the residents of the two-dimensional world.
At one point, I was worried that I might actually be homosexual, but that turned out to be wrong as well.
“Uh…”
“I really fell in love with you.”
He smiles confidently.
“That… I’m sorry.”
I said in a fading voice. I just couldn’t get accustomed to this kind of situation.
“Eh!? Why?”
The opponent was a freshman who had just entered the school this year. It was a bit of a ruckus since he was called cute and handsome.
He must have never had a hard time falling in love. His face was twitching with shock.
“Even if you ask me why…”
Will it hurt him if I just say that I’m not interested?
“Are there other guys you like?”
This time he rushed toward me like he was angry.
“…”
At that time, I remembered the scene when I met him again at the station. Various emotions jumped into his chest.
I felt nostalgic.
I felt happy.
Angry about being left lonely.
The anger about why didn’t you come back even once till now?
The anger on why didn’t you notice me yet?
In the midst of all this, Mio noticed a kind of excitement that she had never felt before in her life.
I wasn’t a cold woman with no interest in love.
It was just that the target of my love was far away.
I turn on my heel and start running.
“W–wait a minute.”
“I-I’m shyorry……Ah.”
I turned around so fast and said that I bit myself by mistake.
“… Haa~A”
“Have you been confessed to, yet again? Really aren’t you just too amazing.”
Lying on the leather sofa, Seina Nonaka said with admiration.
This is the clubroom of the Mystery Novel Mystery Study Group, commonly known as Miss Ken, to which Mio belongs.
The bookshelves that fill the entire wall are tightly packed with mystery novels from around the world.
It was Arizuki’s influence that made Mio obsessed with detective novels.
It seems that he also liked detective novels, and he kept a collection of books in his room.
After Aritsuki moved to Tokyo, I often visited his room to relieve my loneliness.
When I was an elementary school student, it was still too complicated. I didn’t understand anything well. But after I became a junior high school student, I became able to read a lot more and eventually got hooked on it.
“As expected of one of the Three Great Impregnable Saints of North High School.”
“Oh, please stop that.”
By the way, Sena Nonaka is the president of Miss Ken. In addition to her petite physique of 150 centimeters, she is a sober girl with dull semi-long hair with black-rimmed glasses. But more than that, she is a pervert who loves murder cases more than three meals a day.
Ryushaku Mahiru and Haruyama Mio in the third year, and Gendouji Asaka in the second year. Despite having an idol-class beauty, none of them have a boyfriend, and confession is also cut off. It is said that not a single man has been able to conquer these three beauties.
Even Mahiru seems to be quite popular as well. Moreover, in her case, she is also very popular among the girls, so it was really a surprise actually.
“The nickname attached to us was ‘the impregnable saint.'”
“Stop it. It’s embarrassing.”
Who was it!
To give me a nickname with such a Chuu-nii sense!
“I get it, I get it already.”
“Haa~AH.”
At least once a month, someone confesses to me. And because of this, I get noticed all over the school daily. It was becoming really embarrassing.
Some girls look at me with jealousy, and boys strangely pick on me too.
I get nervous and tense just talking to people I don’t know or get along with. In extreme cases, sometimes I get nauseous because of the tension and nervousness.
I’m a shy person at heart, so I’m not good at being noticed by others.
“Haa~A”
I sighed for the third time today.
“Being too popular is a luxury problem. If it’s a full-blown mystery novel, it’s usually the role that gets killed first.”
What cruel things are you blabbering about?
3
“Oh, Haruyama-san. I can hold that for you.”
“Eh… Ah, thank you very much.”
A boy in the class snatches a garbage bag. Even though I am on duty throwing the trash today.
“Haruyama-san, I forgot my textbook today, so can you show me yours?”
“Eh, I guess it’s okay.”
The boy in the seat next to me moved his desk close.
“Hey, Haruyama-san, we are all going to karaoke today. Would you join us as well?”
“Eh, ah, no, today is a bit…”
The coolest chad guy in the class called out to me. From behind him, I was stared at by the surrounding girls. What did I even do?
As the bell rings. The class hours come to an end.
“Fuu~uu”
As usual, dodging the boys who kept getting me involved with them and somehow managed to finish today’s day. Until now, I would have had two choices: Going to the club room and hanging out with fellow club members or going back home and reading a book, however…
When I left the school gate, I felt my legs getting lighter.
It felt like I somehow had wings supporting my legs.
And my steps become lighter with my mind uplifted and in peace.
In a short while, I am able to see the sign of <Moon Night Terrace>.
“Welcome”
As I went through the door, I heard the voice of Arizuki.
Whenever I come here, I feel connected to my childhood memories.
“Fufu, konnichiwa~. Isami-san.”
I laugh fearlessly.
Now then, what kind of strategy should I use today to make him notice that it’s me?
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