Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 203 - 120. Takao Mountain Scenery (3)2

"I don’t agree with relying on luck."

"Does God Kiyono an we should strive to improve ourselves?"

"No, I’m telling you to face reality sooner."

"...As a god, you’re hardly compassionate."

Kiyono Lin aid her DSLR cara at the girls, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

After the photography session, it was getting late, so everyone unanimously decided to forego the walk down the mountain.

There were two ways to descend without walking: one was the chair lift, and the other was the funicular railway—a single carriage running on the mountain, much like a trolley.

"What does everyone want to ride?" Kiyono Lin just asked when

Ichiki Aoi exclaid, "Chair lift!"

Yuzao Haoi added, "Chair lift!"

Mayi Asuka nodded, "...Chair lift."

"I’ll take the cable car," Dubian Che said decisively.

With six people present, if they chose the chair lift, which only seated two, he’d have to sit with one of the girls—although he couldn’t be completely free of worldly concerns, at least he needed to understand what his limits were.

"No, you have to ride the chair lift," Kiyono Lin declared firmly.

"Why?!"

"I want to capture a series of shots of you riding the cable car down alone."

"If that’s the case, I have no objections."

"Give your bag."

After Kiyono Lin took back her own tote bag, she saw Dubian Che’s dry lips, thought for a mont, and took out her own oolong tea from inside.

"...Just this once."

"Wait, if you suddenly hand over half a bottle of oolong tea previously sipped by a beautiful girl and do so with a shy expression, I’m going to feel very awkward—Umph!"

Dubian Che’s profile was t with the bottom of the PET bottle pressed against it by Kiyono Lin, twisting his face, as handso as the Genji Family’s, into a skewed expression.

"Are you an idiot?"

"Not at all. Definitely not."

"If not, then shut up, take the drink, and obediently sit on the chair lift."

"As you command, Minister."

Watching Dubian Che obediently take the oolong tea and head toward the chair lift, then getting startled by the sun-heated seat that scorched his rear, Kiyono Lin couldn’t help but gently touch the corner of her mouth with amusent.

Yuzao Haoi watched with eyes practically shooting sparks.

In fact, aside from Ichiki Aoi, the faces of the other two weren’t looking too great, but only Mayi Asuka’s eyes, clear as the sumr mountain springs, flashed with a streak of brilliance.

Eventually, they descended the mountain by chair lift in groups of ’Ichiki Aoi and Yuzao Haoi, Hanaoka Asako and Mayi Asuka, Kiyono Lin, Dubian Che.’

Dubian Che was unclear on how they’d been grouped, but the process must have been interesting.

What a pity, though; won competing with each other was quite a thrilling affair.

The chair rides of Takao Mountain were equally "thrilling" because there were no guardrails. However, most sections weren’t too high off the ground, and if there were valleys beneath, there would be safety nets.

Dubian Che, looking at Kiyono Lin taking pictures of him from the front, couldn’t help but think: It should be fine if a person falls, but if the DSLR drops, it’s probably done for, right?

Never mind whether the mory card could be saved; they no longer had the club funds to buy another DSLR—this current one had been purchased with the misappropriated prize money from the Wind Instrunt Club.

Regardless, it was all Kiyono Lin’s problem, not his.

Dubian Che focused on enjoying the scenery on both sides.

The green maple leaves were within reach, the tall cedar trees thriving richly, the sun beginning to stain red casting a warm shadow in the midst of the forest.

After descending the mountain, they entered a shop called ’Takahashi Family’ to eat buckwheat noodles.

There were buckwheat soup noodles and cold noodles, but cold buckwheat noodles were usually eaten in the sumr: The noodles were served separately, taking a bit with chopsticks each ti, then rolling them in the dipping sauce.

The noodles were very chewy.

The side dish of Tempura was also delicious; sprinkling it with sesa and chili powder made it tasty and filling.

After wolfing down the noodles, the girls rushed into an Italian artisan ice cream shop and each bought an ice cream, while Dubian Che went to buy roasted rice cakes.

A heap of glowing red charcoal, with a circle of straw rope placed at a slight distance, and the straw rope was filled with rice cakes and dumplings.

The exterior was golden-brown, and inside they were very soft; they were delicious, but a bit too hot to eat in sumr.

After eating, Ichiki Aoi suggested going to Jile Soup for a hot spring to ease the fatigue from mountain climbing, but everyone refused.

Hanaoka Chaozi checked the ti, "Sorry, I have a cello training class tonight."

"I also have to go to tutoring classes. School is starting soon, I must prepare for the entrance exams," Yuzao Haoi unconsciously twisted her ponytail.

"Let’s go back early; everyone is tired today," Kiyono Lin concluded decisively.

"Fine. When the autumn leaves turn red, we’ll co for the hot springs again," Ichiki Aoi said regretfully.

The express train back to Tokyo was even quieter than on the way there. In less than ten minutes, almost all the girls fell asleep.

Dubian Che looked out the window at the receding scenery, thinking that school would start in two more days.

The rest of the sumr break, besides shooting scenes on campus, there wasn’t anything else noteworthy.

While other mbers of the Wind Instrunt Club attended tutoring classes in preparation for their school entrance exams or were busy with sumr howork, Dubian Che still practiced the oboe diligently.

The day before school started, he took his school uniform to a nearby laundry shop to have it washed and ironed.

On the night of the 31st, he carefully packed his sumr howork, textbooks, and stationery into his backpack.

Lastly, he flipped the page of his mom’s calendar; sumr break was officially over, and the new sester began.

The classroom was in chaos, and the hallway was filled with noise—as if everyone had saved up all their sumr break stories for today.

Dubian Che sat by the window, using a folder with a chibi image of Sawamura · Spencer · Ying Lili from "The Bystander Female Lead" to cover his new books.

"So, Dubian, you like them young," Saito Huijie, whom he hadn’t seen in a few days, drew a conclusion that Dubian Che was quite concerned about.

"How could that be? It’s just that Sahui hasn’t released any photobooks; otherwise, I definitely would have used her picture for my book cover," Dubian Che had no intention of telling anyone about his love for legs.

Right now, only Jiutiao iji and Kiyono Lin knew about his peculiar preference.

The forr needs no explanation, just by comparing the frequency with which Dubian Che touched the top and the bottom, one could tell she knew exactly what was up.

The latter... Dubian Che was making his last stand—adamantly denying it.

"Sahui? Who’s that? Ueda Sayumi?" Kunii Shuichi, who spoke as he grabbed the collar of his shirt, carelessly fanning himself with a new book.

"I know Huaze Xiangcai, but who is Ueda Sayumi?" Dubian Che stacked his new books neatly on the desk.

The sll of ink, the crispness of new pages, and the orderly arrangent gave Dubian Che a small sense of satisfaction.

But this pleasure was only for the mont at the start of school; in less than a week, he would surely find a Japanese test paper missing from his math book.

"Bringing up such boring stuff again," Saito Huijie interrupted the topic about "Sahui," "By the way, have you been playing any gas lately?"

"I bought a Nintendo classic console; you can play many of the old cartridge-blowing era gas on it," Dubian Che spent all his allowance for the month when he went to the laundry shop.

"That’s a ga targeting middle-aged people, isn’t it?" Kunii Shuichi said, unconsciously.

"...Huh?"

Saito Huijie snatched away the book in Kunii Shuichi’s hand and spun it around, "I’ve been playing a new ga that just ca out. Want to play together tonight?"

"What type? I can’t handle gas that are too grindy," Dubian Che preferred gas like "League of Legends" that go round by round, and he wasn’t keen on developing and grinding.

Of course, farming was a different story!

"Battle Royal. A hundred players land on an island to pick up guns and ammo, and fight each other."

"Sounds fun, I’ll give it a try when I have the chance," Dubian Che nodded.

"Just carry bullets and first aid packs for when we play; last ti I killed six people in one go!" Kunii Shuichi turned his book into a gun, sweeping it around the classroom.

If it were a real gun, Class 4 of the freshn would have probably been wiped out on the first day of the new term.

"If it weren’t for at the end, you wouldn’t have won. You just rush in whenever you see people," Saito Huijie argued back.

"What’s the point of winning? Killing is the ga!" Kunii Shuichi exclaid.

"No matter how many people you kill in a lost ga, you’re still a loser! Get it?"

"Soone like you could only win when I’m not around!"

"But every ga with you depends on to win!"

"You two stop arguing. When the grandmaster who can kill and win shows up, you two can be my lackeys," Dubian Che declared.

"Go to hell! Saito, take him down!"

"You two want to dance too? I’ll show you the power of God Kiyono’s only disciple, the free-fighting grandmaster!"

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The happiness of boys is just that simple.