I'm Not Lying to You / You'll Get the Knife Sooner or Later

Without any major incidents, Shiraishi successfully completed the course, though he was a bit slow and was even overtaken by several elementary school students.

"Only fell once, that's great!"

"I'd feel embarrassed if you praised me like that."

After queuing up and boarding the cable car back to the starting point, Shiraishi blushed and smiled.

She was completely outmatched by elementary school students; she's not good at all.

However, she was very happy to be praised by Aoyama.

A new round of gliding soon began.

With a cheerful mood, Shiraishi tried accelerating again and making slight turns.

Aoyama, who was following behind him again, also noticed that Shiraishi's movements were becoming less stiff and more natural.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"It's out of control!"

At the same time the sound reached his ears, Aoyama also noticed a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, wearing a strange expression that seemed tense but whose lips were curled up, making a sharp turn on his skateboard. Judging from the route, it seemed that he would inevitably crash into Shiraishi.

"Don't panic, just keep skating, I'll handle it."

Shouting at the Shiraishi in front of him, Aoyama bent down, quickened his pace, and his expression turned cold.

As soon as you leave the school, all sorts of monsters and scoundrels appear.

In an instant, Aoyama guessed what Dog Shit Mediterranean was plotting.

Calculating their respective speeds, he directly controlled his front foot to jump, and with his back foot aimed at the tail of the board, he used the elasticity of the tail to launch himself into the air.

"You'll get a share when we eat poop."

About two meters away from Shiraishi, Aoyama rammed into Mediterranean, pressing his skis against Mediterranean's waist and kicking him away, sending him tumbling several times before stopping.

"What are you doing! That's dangerous!" Grinning as he got up, the bald man saw that it was a student who had kicked him and immediately chose to play the victim.

"Is it dangerous? I don't think so."

After instructing Shiraishi to call the staff, Aoyama went directly to Mediterranean and placed one hand on his shoulder.

Judging from Mediterranean's completely unperturbed demeanor, he guessed that this wasn't the first time Mediterranean had done something like this.

A simple review of the surveillance footage would clearly prove that Mediterranean did this intentionally.

"It hurts! It hurts! Let go! Let go!"

Amidst the silent observation of many, the Mediterranean man, whose shoulder was being held down by Aoyama, suddenly knelt down on the snow with a contorted face, as if he were faking an accident.

After he knelt down, the tall, handsome student released his grip.

Chapter 384 I'm not lying to you.

"I crushed his shoulder bone."

Watching the staff skillfully carry away the 'faking injury' Mediterranean man, Aoyama calmly explained the situation to Shiraishi beside him.

The eyes of the masses are discerning. When Mediterranean 'slandered' him, many bystanders stepped forward to testify that he had merely placed his hand on Mediterranean's shoulder.

"Are you angry, Aoyama?" Shiraishi looked up at Aoyama, whose face had turned cold at some point.

The fact that Aoyama was protecting her made her somewhat happy, and when she discovered that Aoyama was angry, even more joy welled up inside her.

"A little."

He patted his cheeks, Aoyama his facial muscles.

If he hadn't been following and watching over Shiraishi, Shiraishi would have been tackled by that Mediterranean guy just now. The thought of that situation made his anger rise.

How dare they harbor designs on his Shiraishi? They're practically courting death.

Upon hearing the definite answer, Shiraishi smiled, then took off her gloves and put them in her pocket, pulling Aoyama's coat so that he would bend down.

Then, she placed her hands on Aoyama's cold face and gently massaged it.

"Don't be angry, I'm fine now."

"That's true, but it's too cheap for that Mediterranean guy."

It smells nice, is it perfume?

Feeling the warm palms caressing his cheeks, Aoyama smelled a very pleasant fragrance.

He wouldn't let that Mediterranean guy off so easily unless he used excessive force to get the police involved and ruin the school trip.

"Yes, yes, that's too lenient on him."

"But I still want to see Aoyama smiling, continuing to be my protector."

Shiraishi's smile softened further, and then Aoyama felt something brush against the corner of his mouth, causing his lips to curve upwards under the influence of external force.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it then. It's Shiraishi Beauty's request."

"Keep enjoying skiing!"

Straightening up, Aoyama looked at Shiraishi with a gentle gaze, who was trying to persuade him.

"So it turns out I'm sharing a room with the rest of the group."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in a hotel decorated in an elegant, antique style, Watanabe sighed rather blatantly.

Although he is naturally outgoing, he still needs to be considerate of people.

Just like Ryuen, the former leader of Second-Year Class B, and Aoyama, the former leader of Class 2-A, they were people he didn't want to run into.

"Don't worry, Ryuen isn't interested in you." Aoyama comforted Watanabe's classmate, who wasn't a bad person, as he watched Miyake say goodbye to his girlfriend at the hotel entrance.

"This is comforting, isn't it!"

With a wry smile, like a comedian, Watanabe took the room key that belonged to their group.

Meanwhile, Aoyama bid farewell to Yamamura, the last person he skied with, and walked into the hotel lobby with his luggage.

During the four-hour skiing session that afternoon, he naturally did not accompany Shiraishi, who was in the same group, for the entire time.

"We boys live in the east wing."

"Okay, I understand."

Watanabe, who automatically took over the leadership role, was followed by Aoyama Ryuen, who had remained well-behaved.

They went up to the second floor and soon entered their room.

The guest room is divided into two rooms: one is a spacious tatami room, which is about the size of four or five futons; the other is a small room with two single sofas and a coffee table.

The television hanging on the wall looks quite old.

"What should I do about tomorrow's schedule? I don't have Ibuki or Shiraishi- san as my contact information."

After hiding in the small room in Ryuen and closing the door, Watanabe looked at Aoyama with some unease.

Although tomorrow's arrangements are left to the students to decide freely, the school has also given rules for group actions. If a group cannot reach a consensus, all eight members must stay in the hotel and are not allowed to leave.

This is something that needs to be discussed and decided tonight; it will be too late if we wait until tomorrow.

"No need to create a group chat anymore. Shiraishi said she'll bring some girls over tonight to discuss it."

This study trip is designed to assess students' communication skills, which will be reflected in the OAA's evaluation.

The performance of discussing things together will definitely receive higher praise than that of online group chats.

"Thank you so much, I'm all set." Watanabe visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

If a girl close to Aoyama comes to discuss the matter, and Ryuen doesn't cooperate, Aoyama will handle the situation.

I'm going out for a walk.

After tossing his luggage in the corner tower, Aoyama left his room and wandered around the hotel.

The hotel, which can accommodate nearly two hundred people, reportedly covers an area of over a thousand square meters and features a large public bath that can accommodate dozens of people at once, as well as several elegant courtyards.

He took almost half an hour to walk around carefully.

Guess who I am?

On the way to the hotel restaurant, Aoyama spotted a cute little girl sitting alone and spacing out by a vending machine.

"What are you doing here Shiki?" The Yamamura's voice gradually changed from surprise to calm.

"Why can't I be here?"

Releasing his hand from Yamamura's eyes, Aoyama sat close to Yamamura on the bench next to the vending machine, half-embracing Yamamura and putting both his hands into her coat pockets.

Why aren't you wearing gloves?

A hint of tenderness appeared in his deep blue eyes. Yamamura placed his hand on Aoyama's hand, using the warmth of his palm to warm the back of Qingshan's hand.

The three girls in her group, although they knew Sakura, were taken away by Hasebe Sakura after arriving at the hotel.

The two people remaining in the room were both engrossed in their phones and showed no inclination to engage in conversation. As for the large public bath with hot springs, it must have been bustling with students by now, making it rather lively.

After sitting quietly for a while, she left the room alone to wander around, eventually stopping at the vending machine.

"Because I had a feeling I would run into Miki here, I didn't wear it."

"Liar."

With a faint smile, Yamamura nestled against Aoyama, stroking the back of his hands.

Compared to when she first entered school, she has now learned to laugh when she should, and she has also learned that she can interact with familiar people without being overly cautious.

"Why don't you hang out with Masumi and the others?" Aoyama turned his head and rested his head on his long, dark blue hair.

The first group consisted of four girls: Kamuro, Shiina, Ichinose, and Kushida, all of whom Yamamura knew very well.

"Because I had a feeling I would experience Shiki here, I didn't look for it."

His smile deepened, and Yamamura, oblivious to Aoyama's gaze, continued to play with his large hand in his pocket.

In the nearly two years they've spent together, those big hands have held hers tightly countless days and nights.

"Liar."

"It's true, I'm not lying to you."

Just as Aoyama was waiting to hear those words, a smile spread across the delicate and lovely face of the Yamamura.

While she was lost in thought, she did wonder if Aoyama might suddenly appear beside her.

This is her victory.

Chapter 385 You'll Get Killed by a Woodcutter's Axe Sooner or Later

"Otaru Aquarium"

"Mount Tengu."

"Icebreaker ship to the Eastern Hokkaido."

"Shirahige Falls."

Around 9 PM, Shiraishi, along with three other girls, arrived at Aoyama and the others' room.

Because the staff had already laid out bedding, the only place to sit was in a corner, and it was quite cramped. So the four girls sat on two bedding sets, while the other three boys sat on the other two.

As for Ryuen, they can go wherever they like.

"You guys came over before you even had a proper discussion internally?" Aoyama, sitting cross-legged on the soft bedding, wearing an oversized, loose-fitting yukata, propped Aoyama cheek up with his hand and said with a hint of helplessness.

He assumed the four girls had planned their visit together, but it turned out that wasn't the case.

It seems unlikely that a final location will be decided anytime soon.

"Miyake, Watanabe, is there anywhere you really want to go?"

"I want to continue skiing tomorrow." Miyake didn't choose to agree with any of the girls, since he didn't care what the girls in front of him thought of him anyway.

As a result, he earned the cold shoulder from his classmate, Mori Nene.

Seeing this, Watanabe agreed with Himeno's idea and also suggested going to Eastern Hokkaido to take an icebreaker and travel across the vast ice surface.

"Let me make this clear beforehand, I don't have that much money."