Chapter 119

Until he looked away and looked at Nijika.

Nijika said.

"Hayato-kun, no matter how nicely you put it, having multiple relationships at the same time is still scumbag behavior."

She concealed her guilt, gazing at this pervert who had somehow managed to figure everyone out.

He smiled, his usually exaggerated expression turning into a calm one.

"I know, I'm prepared."

Nijika stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly had the illusion that she was moving closer to him, so she quickly took half a step back.

But when she stopped walking, she realized something was wrong; Ishikawa Hayato could definitely read her thoughts from her actions.

But Ishikawa Hayato didn't react at all. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he were completely relaxed, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to the side in the direction he came from.

"That..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nijika stopped him.

She seemed to be suppressing her emotions, and solemnly stated her position.

"Hayato-kun, I will not agree with you."

"But if you can get everyone to accept it happily, and if no one is hurt, then I'm open to dating you."

"But if it fails, please don't come looking for me."

Ishikawa Hayato met Nijika's gaze. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her red eyes revealed a solemn, serious, and resolute expression.

She suppressed all her other emotions to a level that even Ishikawa Hayato couldn't detect.

"This is also my goal, and I promise you it."

Ishikawa Hayato also became serious.

"Forced liking can't last long; I hope for a happy life that everyone is willing to accept."

Nijika's expression gradually relaxed, her brows unfurrowed, and she put on her usual cheerful smile.

It was as if the seriousness just moments before was merely a false reflection in the water.

"Then I'll trust you."

But just as she was relaxing, Ishikawa Hayato abruptly changed the subject.

He seemed dissatisfied, stroking his chin and pointing out the trap in Nijika's words.

"Does this mean I can't make a move against Nijika until then?"

"Um!"

Realizing that her trap had been seen through, Nijika tried her best to keep a straight face, as if she had just realized it herself.

She pretended to be thinking.

Ishikawa Hayato chuckled inwardly at her pretentious expression, but said with a look of resentment.

"Then I need some compensation."

Nijika's expression changed, and she warily stepped back a little, staring at him.

"What are you up to?"

"Hmm... let me think about it."

As Ishikawa Hayato pondered, he scrutinized Nijika, Nijika felt uneasy under his gaze and gritted her teeth to bear it.

But she couldn't take it after just a couple of seconds.

He strode over and raised his hand to strike Ishikawa Hayato's head with a chop.

"Strange things are absolutely unacceptable!"

Ishikawa Hayato took the blow without dodging or flinching, but still maintained a thoughtful expression. After Nijika withdrew her hand, he suddenly had an idea.

"Right, why don't you just let Nijika think of it!"

"Wait... let me think about it?"

Nijika was startled. It was unclear what she was thinking. Her hand froze in front of her chest as she withdrew it, her gaze lost in thought, and her ears turned red.

Ishikawa Hayato nodded expectantly.

"Mmm! Being too casual won't do."

"Hmm..."

Thoughts kept surging up, but before they could be sorted out, Ishikawa Hayato disrupted her. Nijika felt her mind was in complete disarray because of him, and she glared at him fiercely.

After thinking for a long time, she lowered her head, her ears already bright red.

"Then... hair... you can smell my hair."

The whistling wind and the dripping water from the eaves couldn't drown out this sentence.

Ishikawa Hayato gazed at her softly tied blonde hair in a ponytail, which seemed to sense its fate and shyly leaned against Nijika's neck.

The brilliant gold contrasted beautifully with her snow-white neck.

Nijika herself certainly wouldn't have thought of this; she must have been thinking of Ishikawa Hayato's perverted words from before.

"Nijika actually remembered! I'm so touched, I accept it, can I now?"

Ishikawa Hayato was thrilled and asked impatiently.

"Okay... wait, no, that won't work."

Nijika blushed and nodded in agreement, but then suddenly remembered something, shook her head in a panic, and tried to run away as if fleeing.

Ignoring her subsequent denial, Ishikawa Hayato quickly approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"An agreement cannot be broken."

Nijika hesitated for a moment, but still didn't leave. However, she was then hugged from behind by Ishikawa Hayato.

Startled by the sudden embrace, Nijika trembled slightly, pursing her lips to control her emotions as she glanced at the hands wrapped around her waist.

She tried to pry it open with her hands but couldn't, and angrily called out Ishikawa Hayato's name loudly.

"Hawk-kun? I didn't ask you to hug me!"

Ishikawa Hayato pressed his head against hers and said uneasily.

"I'm just worried that Nijika will only let me smell it briefly, and then run away saying it's over."

"Hmm..." Nijika, who had this thought in her mind, had nothing to say.

But then, Ishikawa Hayato, with a hint of apology in his voice, smiled and said...

"Of course, I know Nijika wouldn't do that, so I just wanted to take the opportunity to hug Nijika."

"I'm so sorry to have betrayed Nijika's trust by being so cunning."

With her heart pounding, Nijika suppressed her shyness and fear of being seen through, and hurriedly called out.

"Let's finish this quickly!"

103. Transmit

Smell is one of the oldest sensory organs in humans, and can be considered a sensory activity built on the most basic level of thinking.

Basic life behaviors such as seeking shelter from danger, confirming whether food is edible, and avoiding places with unusual smells all rely on the sense of smell.

However, as humanity progressed from primitive to civilized society, these problems found alternative solutions.

Therefore, the importance of the sense of smell has declined again and again, to the point where it is only considered useful enough.

At this level, you certainly can't smell the odor of a modern person who showers regularly and doesn't sweat.

But the pervert is completely different. With his reactivated sense of smell, he can clearly smell the girl's body fragrance even if she takes a bath twice a day.

Ishikawa Hayato held Nijika in his arms, gently sniffing the back of her head. Soon, he understood what the scent of a high school girl should be like.

He didn't elaborate on his specific feelings, only saying that he now has a small goal.

That is, you can smell this comforting fragrance every morning and evening.

On the other side.

Nijika tilted her head, her face flushed, and looked back uneasily, her shy red eyes slightly misty.

Her words remained etched in my gaze.

Ishikawa Hayato didn't go too far; he quickly released her, reluctantly stepped back a little, and bowed.

"Besides the shampoo, Nijika also has a very fragrant scent. If you don't mind, please allow me to use my best writing skills to describe a few details of this fragrance."

Seeing Ishikawa Hayato bow elegantly like a gentleman, attempting to describe the smell of her hair, Nijika was dumbfounded, then blushed and screamed.

"That's enough about the perverted behavior! Don't say any more!"

She never doubted the extent of Ishikawa Hayato's perversion; this man could genuinely analyze and appreciate things seriously.

She's already shy enough; if this continues, she might end up like Bocchi, completely ruined.

"What a pity," Ishikawa Hayato said with a regretful expression.

"However, I will try my best to make everyone happy so that I can be close to Nijika every day in the future."

How is he so good at this?!

Nijika glanced away and complained.

"That's not why I made the agreement with you, and it won't work on me now."

It's useless?

Ishikawa Hayato felt that she had subtly revealed her own secret.

"But I will still try my best to make Nijika like me," Ishikawa Hayato said with a smile, adding that he would do so.

"Me, exactly as I am."

Nijika looked down at her feet; her canvas shoes had been tucked in due to nervousness.

Beside him, Ishikawa Hayato stood straight, looking extremely composed.

She was scolding Ishikawa Hayato as she spoke.

"If Hayato-kun weren't such a pervert, didn't have a harem, and was usually this serious, I might have fallen for you a long time ago."

After saying that, Nijika didn't wait for Ishikawa Hayato's Nijika and prepared to walk into the store.

She always felt that continuing to stay with Ishikawa Hayato would lead to problems.

But Ishikawa Hayato grabbed her hand.

"Wait, I'll go back first," Nijika said, her face flushed.

Nijika stopped in her tracks.

"... Thanks."

"But I'm worried. Nijika is standing here all alone. What if a bad guy sees such a cute girl like Nijika..."

"You're the worst! Hurry up and go back."

Nijika turned around, embarrassed and annoyed, and pushed Ishikawa Hayato back in the direction he had come from.

After he disappeared, only Nijika remained.

After things calmed down, she could clearly feel that the cool breeze on the street had not stopped.

A cool breeze blew on my feverish cheeks, and the temperature slowly dropped.

She looked at the spot where Ishikawa Hayato had just stood; the watermark in the shape of his shoe sole was still there.

She stared blankly for a while, until the wind chilled her body, bringing her back to her senses.

"Is this what it feels like to like someone...?"

She looked somewhat troubled, staring blankly ahead for a while before suddenly snapping back to reality.