The Blonde Saint Only Makes Strange Noises In Front Of Me, What Should I Do? - Episode 22 - I Can't Pick It Up Anymore
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Episode 22 – I Can’t Pick It Up Anymore
“Ahh, um, thanks a lot…. Sana.”
When I went out into the hallway and said that, Sana blushed a little and turned away.
“It’s not like I’m doing it for you. The day before and yesterday, it was almost as if I took you out, and yesterday you went out with me because I said I couldn’t go back to class, right? Then I just thought I should be scolded too.”
She fiddled with the tips of her long blonde hair, shifting her gaze from place to place as she said. What is this typical tsundere? It’s too cute!
“But thank God you’re here. It didn’t seem like I could leave.”
“Don’t thank me. Besides, you said you’d introduce me to your friends after school. Yeah, that’s why! That’s why I’m here, not for you!”
She blatantly made excuses as if she had just thought of them, but it was interesting to see how she explained it differently from the reason she said, “I thought I should be scolded too.”
In short, Sana wanted to help me. I’m really grateful and happy that she feels that way. In order to express my gratitude, I gently squeezed her hand, and——
“Hiaaaaaaa?!”
She swatted my hand away with a loud shout and distanced herself from me with the momentum of a diagonal jump. The way she ran away from me was indeed hurtful.
“What are you!? What do you think my hand is!? You’re holding it like you’re trying to train Pochi to do something!? Then tell me! Why don’t you make me do it and make fun of me like a dog?”
Another pochi…. How much do you like it? I wouldn’t make a fool of a dog.
“No, I think it’s rude to sway hands to people. …I mean, you were leaning on me and holding my hand the whole time.”
“Gugyaborobare”
She remembered, and started to make strange noises and wince again.
“…. are you okay?”
“I’m not prepared for this! When I’m just thinking about you and you hold my hand, my heart will stop!”
“Was that ….you were just thinking about me?”
When I asked for confirmation, Sana’s movements stopped, and after a bit of silence, she turned her face into a scowl, as is customary. And then…
“Daaarnnnnn Ittttt!!!”
She was screaming her head off as loud as she could.
It’s no good, it’s all at once. Where did the saint who was in the staff room earlier go? Fortunately there are no people in the corridor right now, but she’s almost exposing herself.
“No, that’s not it! The reason I was thinking about you is because I was wondering why you were suddenly pulling my hair, leaving me alone. That’s what I was thinking about!”
“Ha? What?”
I think I told you the reason earlier. I said I couldn’t stand to see you so lonely.
“Why are you talking like a stranger!? You’re selling a fight!? Then why don’t you just sell it!? Why don’t you just advertise like a supermarket clerk, saying that today’s fight is 30% off for Women’s Day!? Come on, sell it! Sell it! Sell it to me! I’ll buy it if you give me a 30% discount, so just sell it!”
“…….”
“Do you sellllllllllll?”
I don’t sell it……….
I wondered how the teachers would react if I showed this Itsuki sana in the staff room. I was worrying about such unimportant things.
After that, until I got to the classroom, I heard a lot of excuses about the “thinking about me” thing. I don’t know why she was destroying herself by rehashing it, but all of them were so incoherent that they didn’t even qualify as excuses.
But no matter what I said, she seemed to get angry, so I just told her that I understood for now. And then, in order to express my agreement, I gently squeezed her hand again…
“Hiaaaaaaaaaaaa?!”
She shook off her hand hard and jumped away from me with the momentum of the diagonal jump – but her jumping momentum caused her to hit the cleaning supply closet.
The door to the cleaning supplies closet must not have been closed properly. The mop flew out from inside and hit Sana’s head with a clean shot.
“Oucch!”
When she turned around to see what was going on, she hit her head on the door of the cleaning supplies closet, which was now firmly open.
“~~~~!”
She held her head and crouched down. There was no character of the saint.
You don’t have to be like Tom and Jerry all by yourself
“Ahh, are you okay?”
I was already too blurry on my own to pick it up at all. If there was someone who could pick up on this, they would be a genius.
Sana’s blue eyes were filled with tears.
“Come on, just introduce me to your friends!”
She was losing her temper again in an incomprehensible way.