"Nope." Fujiwara Reya pushed her away in irritation.
"Senpai, you’re lying!" Kasahara Asuka moved closer again, her face showing a shy and innocent young girl’s smile, "On the way here, you were all over , yet you say you’re not smitten?"
At this mont, sothing unpleasant was triggered in Hoshimi Rinko’s mory, and she suddenly felt weak all over.
The fireball whooshed out, and she seed to collapse, her whole body convulsing in tremors.
"Look, Senpai can’t cope." Kasahara Asuka leaned in and asked feignedly, "Do you need to lend you senpai to wipe off your sweat?"
Hoshimi Rinko took a deep breath: "No need!"
Kasahara Asuka, staring at her drenched in sweat, suddenly seed enlightened, putting on an understanding and superior expression.
"Could it be that Senpai is jealous?"
"I’m telling you—"
"You’ve known senpai for so long, but after only three months, he and I have beco closer than you are with him. It’s understandable if you’re jealous—"
"I don’t care about that!" Hoshimi Rinko retorted stubbornly.
Rinko, stop being tsundere... Mrs. Hoshimi, effortlessly maintaining three fireballs, felt a farce unfolding before her, the gossip in her eyes intensifying.
"Stop bickering, stop bickering!" Fujiwara Reya sat down, holding a new towel, "Honestly, you’d be better off saving your energy for the afternoon training."
Having said that, he pulled at Senpai’s sleeve and helped her wipe the sweat off her body.
Hoshimi Rinko, who was about to blow up with anger, imdiately lowered her head ekly.
The flushed red from exhaustion on her face gradually turned into a shy blush, like the gorgeous sunset hanging over the horizon at the end of a long, hot day. At this mont, her appearance best exhibited Senpai’s unique charm, proving more than a thousand words could say.
"Senpai is so well-behaved." Kasahara Asuka’s eyes sparkled, her lips curving cheerfully, "As soon as senpai touched you, you beca as docile as a kitten. You say you weren’t just jealous?"
Hoshimi Rinko’s face grew redder and redder.
Her flowing black hair covered half her cheek, hiding her current expression, and the glimpse of her fair neck also turned a charming crimson.
Kasahara Asuka observed the speechless senpai with a proud smile.
Hmph!
Is that it?
Worthless opponent!
A blooming smile like a flower, paired with Kasahara Asuka’s delicate face, looking both innocent and cute... if you ignored her inner thoughts.
Noon was approaching.
The greenery in the courtyard shimred in the jumping sunlight.
A large grasshopper flew out loudly from the grass, surrounded by the scent of sumr grass. Amidst the deafening cicada sounds, the sunlight shone dazzlingly like stage lights. Kasahara Asuka, flipping through the ancient book spread on her knees, frequently yawned.
"Yako!" Mrs. Kasahara, dressed like a housewife with an apron, stuck half of her body out at the dojo entrance, "It’s been a long ti since I cooked, co over and help taste the dishes first."
"You three, stop slacking and keep reading!" Mrs. Hoshimi instructed before patting her butt and leaving.
A cat, unnoticed, ran onto the veranda, glancing at them from the doorway.
It was a tricolor kitten with smooth fur, looking at the boys and girls inside the house with clever eyes, its long tail gently tapping the door, seemingly contemplating whether to co in for food and head-scratches.
Without the elders watching, Kasahara Asuka imdiately squinted her eyes to doze off.
"Wake up!" Fujiwara Reya slapped her forehead.
"Ouch, it hurts!"
"Co on, I didn’t hit hard."
"It does hurt, blow on it for . If you don’t, I won’t keep reading."
"Phew~"
The two chatted away while another person focused entirely on reading, seemingly undisturbed.
"Senpai, let’s have a paper airplane contest!" With that, Kasahara Asuka tore a sheet from her notebook, folded it repeatedly, opened the sides, and made a paper airplane. Then, with a "hoo," and a flick of her wrist under Fujiwara Reya’s approving gaze, she threw the airplane out the window.
The paper airplane glided out the window, circling above the veranda before bumping into a column and crashing down, ending its brief journey.
"Only four ters, too lousy!" Fujiwara Reya mocked her.
Kasahara Asuka pouted: "So you’re saying senpai is really good?"
"Of course, I’m amazing, just watch!" Fujiwara Reya confidently tore off a piece of paper, folded it, and then folded two corners inwards, folding the edges backward. Finally, he folded two small corners, opened it up, and folded the wings.
"Watch carefully!"
"Ha~"
Taking a breath, he forcefully flung it towards the window.
The paper airplane darted out the window quickly, but, unfortunately, a gust of wind blew at that mont. The airplane lazily spun back inside, nosediving into the ground.
"Hahaha..." Kasahara Asuka laughed rcilessly, "Just three ters, senpai, you’re so la!"
"It’s the wind! That’s the wind’s fault!"
"Senpai is just la! And can’t admit he lost to Asuka, making excuses like a sneaky puppy, blegh blegh blegh~"
"Let’s try again!"
"Bring it on!"
In the noisy banter, Hoshimi Rinko slightly turned her head, her lips curling disdainfully.
—Tsk!
Two childish fools.
At eight years old, I stopped playing with paper airplanes, alright!
Fifteen minutes later.
"Senpai, you’re doing it wrong. You need to fold the corners first for it to fly."
"Nag, I was just trying a new folding thod."
"Senpai senpai, mine flew twelve ters this ti!"
"It was just borrowing the wind, it’s not your real skill!"
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