Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 311 - 160. School Trip (9)2

"Thank you," Mayi Asuka nodded cautiously, carefully folding the omikuji and placing it in her wallet.

A distant voice called for a group assembly.

"We should get going; everyone else seems to be leaving! I heard you can drink straight from the ’Otoha Waterfall’ ahead—it’s freshwater!"

Amidst Ichiki Aoi’s lively invitation, the group joined the larger school contingent.

Dubian Che, bringing up the rear, thought for a mont and stuffed a hundred yen into the omikuji drawer.

"Great Misfortune"

"Your household will not prosper, and danger lurks; as dark clouds cover the laurel moon, a noble lady burns incense restlessly."

Many places use the sa fortunes, but different places have different interpretations.

According to Island Country’s Kannon interpretations, the aning is as follows:

You try to revitalize your family’s fortunes, but despite your efforts, prosperity is elusive; it’s not a life of constant calamity, but dangers are plentiful.

Like clouds concealing the moon, your endeavors will face obstacles; in a high-born lady’s chamber, restless thoughts spread like the scent of incense.

In the "Relationships" section, it particularly notes: "All will be inauspicious, please act with caution in all matters."

"..."

Following Island Country traditions, Dubian Che hung the unwanted fortune high upon a branch.

"Dubian—" Xiaoquan Aonai called from a distance.

"Coming!" Dubian Che quickly walked over.

Wait, Mojikou and Misfortune, were they taken away?

Kunimi, you must survive!

After visiting the Kiyomizu Temple, the group headed to the Long’an Temple, renowned for its Abbot’s Courtyard.

A short distance from the temple, everyone disembarked the bus.

Not because the bus couldn’t reach there, but to encourage the students to walk more. Many might have forgotten, but the primary purpose of a school trip is, after all, educational.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful!"

"Co and take pictures!"

"Cheese~~"

"Rember to keep up, don’t fall behind!"

"Got it, teacher!"

Indeed, it was beautiful.

This was a mountain road, with a gentle autumn breeze, fiery maple trees, and constant birdsong.

Most of the tourists they encountered on the road wore kimonos, either couples or families.

Moss-covered cliffs were recklessly adorned with lush ferns.

A group of girls surrounded the ferns, taking pictures with great curiosity.

Dubian Che took a photo of them and sent it to his parents.

"Weeds plucked in the countryside are attractions in the big city! I’m unremarkable in my hotown but in Tokyo, I am a future pri minister!"

Before long, his mom, Dubian Zhi, replied.

"Who are these girls? Where’s my little Lin?"

"..."

He took a screenshot and sent it to Kiyono Lin.

"I told you, everyone likes ."

[Also, please thank your aunt for .]

With the ssage sent, Dubian Che could imagine Kiyono Lin’s smug and contemptuous smile at the front of the line.

After a fifteen-minute walk, they finally entered Long’an Temple through a modest gate.

There was a small lake, where maple trees reflected in the water and grey fish hid among the shadows.

These inconspicuous fish excited the girls from Tokyo, prompting screams and frantic photography.

Once inside the temple, they had so free ti.

Dubian Che joined Xiaoquan Aonai and Akiko, walking along the stone path beneath the maple leaves, straight to the Abbot’s Courtyard.

The courtyard was paved with sand and stones, with fifteen thoughtfully placed large rocks, surrounded by walls covered with patches of green moss.

It was said the white pebble surface represented water, and upon closer inspection, Dubian Che felt there was truth to this.

This was the temple’s most famous spot; even the second daughter of a Chiba Prefecture councilor had once practiced Zen ditation here facing the stones.

"Here’s a guide!" Akiko pointed at a wooden plaque with instructions for practicing Zen.

The three of them sat for a while, enlightened by nothing, only getting a few decent touristy photos to prove they’d been there.

Dubian Che sent a photo of himself cross-legged, gazing at the courtyard in ditation, to Jiutiao ijie.

"I have gained sudden enlightennt; from now on, I shall shun the company of won."

A bit later, Jiutiao ijie sent back a casual photo of her legs.

"Lady, when did you arrive? I offer a free body checkup!"

"Thought you were shunning the company of won?"

Dubian Che brought his mouth close to the phone’s microphone, his voice tinged with laughter: "I do shun the company of won, except for you."

At that mont, Kiyono Lin, who was just walking in, looked at him disdainfully.

Dubian Che sent off the voice ssage, lifted his head, and gently said to Kiyono Lin, "Lin, don’t worry."

"What am I supposed to not worry about?"

"No matter what the future holds, whatever happens, wherever you go, or whoever you beco, I will always be your closest friend."

"Is all this ti in Kyoto’s temples and Zen ditation unable to cure you of your frivolity?"

"What I an is, you’re not included in the won I will shun."

Kiyono Lin lost her contemptuous deanor and passed by as if she didn’t know him.

Their bodies were close for only a short ti, but he still caught the faint familiar scent that had long clung to her.

At this mont, Jiutiao ijie sent a voice ssage.

"Slick talker, you’ll get yours tomorrow."

He put away his phone, recalling the Landlord Shrine’s fortune ssage: All will be inauspicious, please act with caution in all matters.

Practice leads to true knowledge, isn’t that enlightennt?

Lunch was tofu hotpot and taro soup; in the afternoon, they visited the "Kiyomizu Shrine."

The shrine was at the western foot of Anma Mountain in the northern part of Capital City.

The road leading up the mountain was flanked by towering trees, dense shade overhead, chopping the variable sky light into fragnts that scattered along the stone path like feeding pigeons.

Then there were stone steps, flanked by red-painted lanterns that extended to the end of the steps.

Within the shrine, there was a stone monunt inscribed with a Wakayama poem: "Yearning by day and night, firefly glow resembles my body. Haunted with thoughts, every glimr resembles my cherished one."