Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 348 - 172. Daily Life Heading Towards Winter Camping (1)_2

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"Yeah, that’s right, even if I confessed, what of it? Senpai is going off to university soon, where there’ll be countless outstanding guys and girls. I just hope that Senpai can find happiness in the future."

"But what if it did work out?"

"Going grocery shopping together in our home clothes, squeezing into the narrow kitchen to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, sleeping at night nestled in Senpai’s arms..."

"And later, once I’m financially independent, we can consider getting a bigger house. No! Smaller is better, that way I can always stay close to Senpai."

"Aoi, stop daydreaming. This is just wishful thinking. How could Senpai ever fall for someone like you?"

Dazai Osamu once said in his ’human loss,’ ’He came from a crowd just to give me an unfulfilled joy.’

"But..." Dazai Osamu also said, ’By skirting past sorrow, one also misses all the joy.’

"So, even if it’s destined to fail, to be painful, to be regretful, should I still try?"

In ’The Setting Sun’ Dazai Osamu also wrote, ’We were born into this world for love and revolution...’

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Dubian Che leaned back in his chair, gazing listlessly out of the window.

The high rises of the Shinjuku District, which served as a daily backdrop, suddenly held a charm they never had before—compared to the "Ichiki Aoi Love Story" in his hands.

"Shall we tear up the flyer?" He suggested.

Kiyono Lin sighed, nodding in reluctant agreement.

After school, Dubian Che tossed the faded flyer that read "We Help You Find Love, Interested Parties Please Proceed to the Fifth Floor, Human Observation Department" into the trash can.

As for the "Ichiki Aoi Love Story," it was placed on the bookshelf of the Human Observation Department.

Apart from Kiyono Lin and Dubian Che who visited out of necessity for human observation, it was unlikely that anyone else would take a look.

After that day, no one else ever visited the Human Observation Department.

It was as if time had suddenly reverted to spring, the season of undisturbed solitude.

Come Friday, a chill wind swept across the playground, and the leaves of the central courtyard’s elm trees blanketed the flower beds. Mayi Asuka suddenly asked Dubian Che out for a coffee date that Saturday.

The next day, November 14th, Saturday.

It had rained a few days during the week, but today the weather cleared up again, and the temperature climbed slightly.

He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, a casual jacket-like outerwear—red with black cuffs, neat and stylish;

a black dive watch on his wrist and navy blue tapered khaki pants on his lower body.

Combined with Dubian Che’s clean, handsome, white face, he looked part idol, part aristocratic young master.

Of course, all this was according to Jiutiao Meijie’s preferences; Dubian Che himself had no say in it, nor did he desire to have one.

The date was set for Omotesando, at a coffee shop near the Nezu Art Museum.

Creepers climbed the walls of the café, like a cabin hidden in a forest.

Dubian Che sat at a white table outside the door, sheltered by a large sun umbrella that blocked the falling maple leaves.

"May I get you anything?" asked a college student working part-time as a waitress.

"One..." Dubian Che scanned the menu.

The gaze of the waitress couldn’t help but fall on his contemplative profile.

"A Jilimazaro," Dubian Che handed the menu back to the waitress. "Thank you."

"Ah, sure." The waitress snapped back to reality, quickly jotted something down, and with a gentle voice said it would be ready soon, before heading back inside.

Before Mayi Asuka arrived, Dubian Che sat alone at his table, leisurely sipping his Jilimazaro.

The next table over hosted three high school girls, two of whom were admiring each other’s nails while the third added sugar to her coffee;

by the flower bed, abloom with large chrysanthemums, sat a couple whispering sweet nothings, a Uniqlo shopping bag at their feet;

outside the Nezu Art Museum stood a sign for an exhibition titled, "Tales of Paint: From Courtly Narratives to Otogi-zoshi";

the sky was clear, with gentle breezes flowing smoothly.

Dubian Che rested his right hand on the table, his index finger lightly touching his lower lip, his face tilted slightly as his eyes casually surveyed the passersby.

Every movement was the epitome of a beautiful young man’s grace.

Any girl sitting across from him would be utterly captivated.

In no time, more people began to occupy the previously empty seats outside the café.

The three high school girls glanced over at him from time to time, huddling close together to share whispers and giggles.

Just then, a girl in a white dress, walking down the sun-drenched street, headed this way.

The sound of her long legs stepping on the floor, the skirt barely covering her knees, and her slender figure visible even through the clothes,

"Have you been waiting long?"

"I don’t mind waiting."

As the waitress approached, Mayi Asuka didn’t bother with the menu but, looking at Dubian Che, said, "I’ll have the same as him."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Dubian Che observed Mayi Asuka.

Dressed in her casual outfits instead of the school uniform, she, nearly 18, exuded a hint of mature charm, appearing both natural and elegant.

Her eyes were still as clear and sparkling as ever, captivating the heart.

"I’m wearing light pink today, with pretty lace."

"...Mayi-san, you don’t have to report everything to me."

Mayi Asuka titled her head, looking at him puzzled, "Don’t you like it?"

"Light pink lace, it must be beautiful," Dubian Che said, taking a sip of coffee.

Mayi Asuka’s gaze drifted over his lips as they touched the cup, then slid across his adam’s apple as it bobbed.

When Dubian Che put down his coffee, she naturally reached out, took a small sip from his cup.

Fortunately, ever since returning from Capital City, Jiutiao Mei no longer had someone follow him around.

"Senpai, did you ask me out today for a reason?"

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