Nozomi Sakura was definitely sick.

Even if she wasn’t sick, she had most likely been greatly stimulated by something.

Alan led her upstairs, and after entering the room, he placed a change of clothes and a thermometer in front of her.

However, Nozomi Sakura looked at the long-sleeved shirt and pants in front of her, then at Nino Kitagawa, who was sitting on the sofa dressed in very cool attire.

"I thought you only had shirts and shorts at home."

Nozomi pursed her lips, forcing herself not to speak her mind, and smiled at the young man in front of her, saying,

"Do you have shorts? I don’t like wearing so many clothes to sleep at night."

No sooner had she finished speaking than, before Alan could even open his mouth, Nino Kitagawa, who was sitting on the sofa munching on an apple, suddenly turned her head and stared at her expressionlessly.

The girl’s cold gaze pierced through her eyes like a knife, stabbing into her heart.

Nozomi’s heart skipped a beat, and she shivered, feeling as if the scene from the lounge that day was replaying before her eyes.

Alan, seeing her shivering from the cold, frowned and said, "Take your temperature first. If it’s fine, I’ll find you some summer pajamas."

"Oh."

Nozomi Sakura snapped back to reality. This time, she said nothing more, nodding obediently.

After taking her temperature and finding no issues, Alan finally relaxed.

He handed her the pajamas while showing her the bathroom.

Actually, his bathroom was pretty much the same as Nozomi’s, except for an added bathtub and no feminine products.

After showering, Nozomi Sakura emerged from the bathroom in a blue men’s pajama set.

Holding a hairdryer, she glanced at Nino Kitagawa, who was sitting on the sofa, and didn’t ask Alan to help her dry her hair.

Not to mention whether Alan would even agree with that crazy person present.

Even if he did, she felt she might not survive the night.

"There’s still a long road ahead. We’ll see who lasts till the end."

Passing the girl on the sofa, Nozomi Sakura glanced at her chest, a smile unconsciously curving on her lips.

"Hmph, a flat chest, no wonder he could control himself."

By the time Nozomi had finished washing up and eaten, a silence fell over the living room.

A strange balance seemed to have formed between the three of them at this moment.

Nozomi Sakura glanced at Alan, who was reading at the table, then at Nino Kitagawa, who was sitting on the sofa.

After some thought, she took out her phone.

After a while, she suddenly exclaimed, "Eh?"

Alan didn’t look up, but Nino, like a robot, turned her head and stared at her expressionlessly.

Nozomi pretended not to see her and continued to speak to herself.

"Akari Hojo’s concert is next week, isn’t it? How fast."

Upon hearing this, Alan finally looked up, closed his book, and looked at her without speaking.

Nozomi smiled at Alan, waving her phone, and said.

"It’s next week, you know. I’m actually quite looking forward to it. Oh, by the way, Alan, the tickets Akari Hojo gave us last time should be with you, right?"

"Mm."

"If there’s still a week, should we book a hotel in Kanagawa in advance? The concert is at night, isn’t it? We wouldn’t want to rush back late at night again, that would be too tiring."

Alan listened to Nozomi’s words and couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

He detected something off in her words, as if she was deliberately speaking for Nino to hear, so he said.

"I told you before, didn’t I? Going to the concert depends on your performance. During next week’s public holiday, I’ll have the teacher test your training from the past half-month. If you don’t pass, don’t go."

Hearing this, Nozomi Sakura pouted and grumbled,, "Of course I remember. If I wasn’t confident, I wouldn’t bring it up. Besides, don’t you want to see her dazzling on stage?"

She didn’t take Alan’s words to heart at all.

She was certain he would go. Even if she didn’t, he would.

"After all, that’s your masterpiece, Alan, Friend A."

After a pause, she looked at alan and said, "However, it seems there are only two tickets. Miss Nino probably can’t go. Could we ask Miss Akari for another ticket?"

As she spoke, Nozomi Sakura observed Nino Kitagawa’s expression.

She wasn’t intentionally provoking or anything, she genuinely wanted Nino Kitagawa to go.

Since the situation was already unfavorable for her, she might as well make it even more chaotic.

At that time, Akari Honne would probably also go, and she really wanted to see the scene when these three met.

"Hopefully, they’ll fight."

Adhering to the attitude of enjoying a spectacle, Nozomi Sakura felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Given Alan’s concern for her, if she wanted to go, he would definitely help her get a ticket.

However, the reality surprised her.

Nino Kitagawa shook her head and quietly said to Alan, "Nino doesn’t have time to go. Nino has training all next week to prepare for the national competition."

"?"

Nozomi Sakuea was stunned, then pursed her lips and lowered her gaze.

"She’s not taking the bait?"

"She’s really that confident about Alan and me going to Kanagawa alone?"

"Is she really that foolish?"

Before she could figure it out, Alan glanced at the clock, which showed it was already past ten.

He then closed his book and said, "Alright, that’s enough. Get ready for bed."

Upon hearing this, Nozomi Sakura reacted, glancing at Nino Kitagawa, then at the only bedroom in the house, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

"You two sleep in the bedroom. Flip a coin to decide who gets the bed."

Alan said, pulling out a coin.

He believed this was fairer than rock-paper-scissors, as Nino’s reaction time and eyesight were far superior to Nozomi’s.

"One hundred rounds of rock-paper-scissors, Nozomi would lose one hundred times."

Nozomi Sakura opened her mouth, wanting to ask if she could sleep on the sofa, but then immediately thought that if she slept on the sofa, wouldn’t that give them both the opportunity to sleep in the bedroom?

"What would be the point of her coming here today then?"

She would rather sleep in the bedroom than be cuckolded.

With Alan present, she probably wouldn’t try to kill her... but it was hard to say... As she was thinking, Nino’s dull voice suddenly came from beside her ear.

"Nino likes sleeping on the floor. Alan’s bed is too soft, Nino isn’t used to it."

"Then it’s settled."

"..."

Late at night, Nozomi Sakura lay in bed, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

She had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds.

Of course, the main reason was the madwoman still in the room, the psychological trauma from that sword strike still lingered.

Fortunately, Alan’z scent lingered on the blanket, which gave her some peace of mind.

Nozomi Sakura suddenly felt a desire to see what he looked like when he slept.

She took out her phone and checked the time.

It was almost one o’clock.

"She must be asleep, right?"

Nozomi Sakura slowly lifted the thin blanket, peeked quietly at the floor, and saw the other person lying on her side without moving, which immediately calmed her a bit.

She moved extremely slowly, tiptoeing out of bed, taking about three to five minutes for the entire process, trying her best not to make a sound.

However, as she stood barefoot on the tatami mat, her hand had just reached the doorknob when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder.

Nozomi Sakura froze in place, shivering all over.

Then, a faint voice echoed in her ear.

"Where are you going?"

...The next morning, Nozomi Sakura, with faint dark circles under her eyes, followed Alan to help Nino Kitagawa move.

However, despite saying she was helping her move, she wasn’t actually needed at all. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Not even Alan was needed.

Nino Kitagawa possessed astonishing strength, she could lift luggage almost half her height and various dumbbells with just one hand.

"What terrifying superhuman strength."

"Was this woman raised on hydraulic jacks?"

She silently grumbled, but looking at the simple surroundings and the dire situation of Nino’s home, Nozomi’s mood was complicated at the moment.

"Seeing is believing, indeed."

Just hearing Alan talk about it, she already thought it was bad enough, but she never expected the reality to be even worse than what was described.

Just looking at the blue corrugated iron shacks about fifty meters away, one could tell how harsh the environment was.

In comparison, both being Alan’s ex-girlfriends, the difference was truly vast.

Recalling Hojo in designer clothes, driving luxury cars, always accompanied by bodyguards and managers, she couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

Nozomi Sakura subconsciously compared the two.

However, as she pondered, her heart suddenly sank, and she felt something was amiss.

"Looking at the situation now, she finally understood why Alan couldn’t let go of Nino."

Putting herself in Alan’s shoes, she wouldn’t be able to let go of her either.

Someone like Nino Kitagawa, no exaggeration, probably struggles just to support herself, right?

In contrast, Hojo was rich and famous, so Alan could naturally be ruthless and not care.

But Hojo was definitely not foolish, at least smarter than Nino Kitagawa, and couldn’t possibly fail to understand this point.

And she absolutely hadn’t given up on Alan.

She loved him so much, her obsession with him was so deep... wasn’t this counterproductive?

She recalled the words Hojo had spoken to her.

Nozomi Sakura frowned, a bad premonition welling up in her heart.