Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 8 - 6. Ask each other questions

"Ah, that scared to death," Kunii Shuichi, a strapping mber of the baseball club, said, feigning fear.

Dubian Che teased, "Is it really that scary?"

"How can it not be?!" Kunii Shuichi, trying to redeem his image, exclaid loudly, "That's Kiyono Lin we're talking about, a perfect beauty!"

"Really? I think Yamakuchi Naomi isn't bad either," Dubian Che said earnestly.

"Dubian, don't go too far! Although Naomi is quite good, haha," Kunii Shuichi said as if he himself was being complinted.

Saito Keisuke behaved a bit better but still seed a bit nervous when he said,

"Kiyono's father is not only a big company president but also a mber of the parliant. If she thought we were harassing her and asked for us to transfer or even suspend us imdiately, it wouldn't be surprising."

"That exaggerated?" Dubian Che's expression was the sa as when he heard yesterday that Yuzao Haoi was being kept.

Kunii Shuichi, pretending to be profound, patted his shoulder, "This is Tokyo, Dubian."

"..."

Perhaps it was true, perhaps false, or maybe half-true, half-false. Either way, Dubian Che thought all this had nothing to do with him.

The afternoon art class lasted for two periods, just like the once-a-week ho economics class.

Dubian Che mixed paints while pondering over a white statue.

Midway through the painting, Kunii Shuichi leaned over, "Huijie, co and look at Dubian's painting!"

Saito Keisuke ca over and took a glance, "Isn't this a caveman?"

Both of them laughed heartily, and a lively female student took the chance to look over, giggling as well.

The young art teacher, brimming with artistic flair, also laughed, "Impressive, Mr. Dubian, you've grasped Da Vinci's essence at such a young age."

"Just so-so."

After the class, Dubian Che's gender-ambiguous caveman received a B, setting a personal record.

"It should have been a C, but it was just too funny. Hahaha, no, I must keep it to show the other classes," said the art teacher in his comnts.

Compared to the mbers of the art club in his class, he was indeed far behind, even if they had only joined a month ago.

High school clubs are not just for fun; they are similar to training classes in society and genuinely teach skills. Students who excel here are top-notch in society as well.

He went back to the classroom to grab his backpack.

"I've got to gather at the playground! I'll treat you tonight, sa family restaurant, six-thirty!" Kunii Shuichi left after saying this.

Saito Keisuke said to Dubian Che, "I'm going to the computer research club, are you heading ho or to the Human Observation Departnt?"

"I'm not working today, I'll hang out at the club for a while, wait for you and Kunii."

"Let's go together then."

"Okay."

After school, the campus buzzed with noise. Boys and girls chased each other through the corridors, and others chatted by the windows.

The elevated walkway to the club building was packed with students ready to participate in club activities. The scenes in ani with just two or three school kids don't exist.

In reality, there's no such thing as budget cuts.

From a distance, like clockwork, the sound of the Wind Instrunt Club practicing reached them.

"Got exams next week, right?"

"Monthly tests."

"Think you can clinch first place this ti?"

"First place, eh..." Dubian Che thought about Kiyono Lin's 8 am intellect, "I'll do my best."

"What are your plans for the Golden Week after exams?"

"Study, work."

"How about going out? Maybe to Akihabara? To play with capsule toys? Or try so VR gas?"

"I'm trying to save money recently."

"Let's talk about it next month."

Chatting along, they reached the club building. At the third-floor stairwell, they split, with Saito Keisuke heading to the computer research club, while Dubian Che went to the fifth floor for the Human Observation Departnt.

Opening the club door, there was Kiyono Lin, reading a book, looking like a permanent fixture in a painting.

"Sorry," Dubian Che said, "Just here to kill so ti waiting for friends from other clubs, didn't an to disturb you."

"It's okay," Kiyono Lin nodded nonchalantly.

Dubian Che, from a corner of discarded items, picked out a relatively new steel pipe chair to sit far from Kiyono Lin.

He idly looked around, finally resting his gaze on the girl engrossed in her book.

Looking at her like this, it wasn't hard to understand why Kunii Shuichi was embarrassed around her—fair skin, shiny black hair, a slim figure, and long legs encased in black knee-high socks. Except for her chest, she was flawless.

Could the slight lack of charm be in her chest?

What if she grows in the future? Would it be too presumptuous to judge now? Or would the "stats" update in real ti?

"Whatever you do, you must think ahead about the consequences," the girl suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

Kiyono Lin smoothed her skirt and continued, "Human sexuality is not within my observation range."

"...May I ask you a few questions?"

"Do you understand the specific aning behind bust size numbers? Impressive," Kiyono Lin rested her petite chin on her right hand and praised in a flat tone, "But unfortunately, I am not going to tell you."

Dubian Che directly posed his question, "What exactly are the club activities of the Human Observation Departnt?"

"It's what I was just doing... Let's test you here, too dumb a person can't join our club."

Being called dumb didn't bother Dubian Che, after all, such things aren't proven by re words, but a club that allows leaving at any ti might be unique in the whole school.

It was all thanks to it for the part-ti jobs on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Dubian Che carefully reflected on all the mories regarding this peculiar club, seriously pondering the issue for the first ti.

"Today, I went to submit to the Literary Society, and they greatly objected. At first, I thought it was because you had offended them, but then I thought, if you had offended them, not everyone would show a face of despising , at least a few girls would have tried to persuade to quit the club.

In other words, they don't have issues with you personally, but with everyone in the Human Observation Departnt as represented by you.

Why would they have an issue? The only thing I can think of is the submission... could it be that you planned to write an article better than all the Literary Society mbers to embarrass them, then observe their, or human, reactions in such a circumstance?"

"Correction: it wasn't on purpose."

"So, they offended you first?"

Kiyono Lin, brushing her hair that had blown to her chest back, stated, "Those people aren't even worth my attention; they just had the bad luck of becoming my first target."

"Real pity," Dubian Che said with rote sympathy towards the Literary Departnt.

If he rembered correctly, the submission notice from the Literary Society said there would be a school-wide vote to choose the best article of the issue.

Despite representing Goda High School's most book-loving students, if the best article isn't theirs, who knows if soone might commit suicide by disembowelnt.

"It seems you are very confident in your article?" Kiyono Lin crossed her arms and scrutinized Dubian Che.

"You're ranked first in our grade, plus you looked quite confident."

"Lies. Continue answering."

"...Mind Reading Technique?" Dubian Che curiously asked.

Kiyono Lin, tapping her arm with her forefinger, repeated, "Answer the question."

"Alright." As the topic shift failed, Dubian Che had no choice but to get serious: "Your intelligence is high, so I think you would not do sothing you are unsure of."

The girl nodded in milliter incrents, approving of Dubian Che's response.

"Approved. Congratulations, from now on, you are an official mber of the Human Observation Departnt."

"...Thank you."

"Now, let ask the questions."

If Dubian Che rembered correctly, although the conversation started by him asking questions, it had always been him answering, hadn't it?

"Although I have asked this once, I was not satisfied with the result, so I'll ask again: do you like n?"

"Huh? What kind of question is that? Or where did this rumor co from? Why does it have to satisfy you?"

Could it be that girls had sent love letters, asked him out for noon or after school, behind the gym storage or in the school courtyard, and he stood them up, combined with the fact he's always with Kunii Shuichi and Saito Keisuke, leading to rumors he's not straight?

Can it be?

"Answer the question." That seed to be the girl's catchphrase.

"Of course not. I like beautiful won aged fourteen to thirty-five."

"That's odd," Kiyono Lin mused, looking down.

"Could soone actually have told you that I like n?"

Being fantasized about in girls' imaginations as a top or bottom was one thing—it's unstoppable, but the rumor 'Dubian Che likes n' definitely couldn't be allowed to sprout.

Kiyono Lin raised her elegant and pretty face, consoling, "Don't worry, who would pay attention to scandals about soone ordinary like you?"

"That's good." Dubian Che sighed in relief, "Why did you suddenly ask that question, then? Are you a fujoshi?"

"A normal, straight man, and soone doesn't like ; don't you find that very strange? Aren't you curious?"

Dubian Che seriously sized up Kiyono Lin, checking if she was joking, "Are you serious? Why must everyone like you?"

The girl smiled briefly, not responding.

No need for an answer, that lofty attitude had already inford Dubian Che of her response.

"By the way, I said I don't like you, and yet you are quite confident about ," he observed.

"Correction: confident about myself. Seeing as you do not like , and since you are under , I'll tell you," the girl tossed her long hair, "I've been able to see through all lies since I was young."

That statent held too much information for Dubian Che to know where to begin objecting.

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