Yukinoshita Haruno

The woman giggled and shook her head: "Nice chatting with you."

"Me too."

Facing compliments from such a beautiful woman, most men would be delighted and happy, but Asahi only responded dryly.

"I haven't been this happy for a long time, is it convenient to ask your name?"

"I also feel very happy, just call me Hasegawa, I always feel that you are very similar to someone I know."

Asahi felt that the familiarity of the woman in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, but there was only a hint of missing reminder. If there's a little reminder, maybe he'll remember her.

"If people I know don't feel interested in chatting with you, I think that's an old-fashioned way of starting a conversation."

The woman continued to smile elegantly.

"Why?"

"Because boys your age, nine times out of ten, are always trying to find something to talk about. Whenever I see them like that, I feel very uncomfortable."

"Oh, I see."

Asahi understands.

It's like a boy trying his best to win a girl's heart, trying to squeeze in one topic after another.

They were usually silent, and when they rarely found an opportunity to speak, they forced themselves to muster up the courage to strike up a conversation, and in the end they said nothing.

"But judging by your appearance, you're not a few years older than me, and you're probably only around 20 years old."

Asahi carefully looked at the woman in front of him.

"That's a good guess."

The woman opened her book and took a sip from time to time.

From the fingertips turning the pages of the book, from the white neck exposed when drinking a drink, to the eyes narrowing to study the words in the book, there is a sense of familiarity that can't be described.

"What's your name?"

The dessert was delicious, but unfortunately the coffee wasn't sweet enough, but there weren't any sweetened condensed milk balls nearby, so he had to add some sugar instead.

Asahi continued to drink his coffee and asked the woman who glanced at the corner of her eye.

"Just call me Yukinoshita."

Asahi fell silent, he finally knew where she came from, Yukinoshita Yukino's older sister, Yukinoshita Haruno.

Some habits and sense of sight of the two are very similar, but they are very different. No wonder Asahi can't remember who the woman in front of him is for a while.

"How, you remember that we know each other?"

Haruno asked worriedly, seeming to still remember what Asahi had said just now, which was akin to teasing her.

"Just like that."

Asahi stood up.

"Are you leaving?"

Haruno didn't know what to look for, so she looked at him.

"I will ask the attendant to refill."

"Then I'll take care of mine too, for the sake of letting you share the table and answer your questions."

Haruno showed a bright smile.

Seeing through the fake smile with ease, Asahi picked up his cup, asked a passing attendant to refill the drink along with his own portion, and then gently placed his cup where it wouldn't interfere with reading.

Then, there was only the sound of turning pages between the two of them.

The music playing in the shop was unobtrusive, Asahi was only shocked after realizing that the woman sitting with him was Yukinoshita Haruno, then calmed down.

This person likes to assign values to people she just met, which is disgusting behavior, but Asahi thinks that this way of life might suit her very well.

"Just reading is boring, why don't we talk about some interesting topics?"

Haruno asked with a smile on her face without taking her eyes off the page.

"What is there to talk about?"

"Oh, this is different than I thought. I thought you'd be more confused."

Even though it was different than she thought, Haruno became even more interested.

"It's just to kill time, you can do whatever you want…"

"That is true."

Haruno read a paragraph, closed the book, and did a lot of stretching.

To be honest, this actually made Asahi's eyes linger on her longer. Left with no choice, compared to Yukino, a certain part of her was very different from her older sister.

"Oh, I thought you were different from other people."

Haruno saw her slight movement, and laughed happily.

"There is no fundamental difference between men."

Asahi said calmly.

"Sounds inexplicable, philosophical."

"Perhaps this sentence makes people feel this way. It suddenly sounds incomprehensible, but actually has no useful and profound meaning."

Haruno curled her lips in disinterest: "Can't we talk about some interesting topics?"

"For example?"

"For example, ask about my hobbies, height and weight, family work and so on."

Haruno stuffed the book into her backpack, then propped her elbows on the empty desk, intertwined her fingers, and rested her chin on the back of her hand, sitting in a position that looked like she was facing her juniors.

"You're implying that I'm after you?"

Asahi looked out the window disinterestedly: "I'm too lazy to do such troublesome things."

"Huh, can I be that bad? You made me doubt my own charm."

Haruno held her cheeks exaggeratedly, a worried expression on her face.

"Don't worry. By my standards, your performance can reach close to 90 points."

"Only 90 points?"

Reluctantly, Haruno took the cup, and stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertip.

"Slightly button up short hair, your temperament can't stand short hair."

After seeing Haruno's aura with short hair, Asahi felt like Sonoko.

Speaking of Sonoko, she will be back in a moment, and she has prepared a surprise for herself, but Asahi doesn't know what it is.

"Ooh."

Haruno pulled her short hair and curled it: "Originally I wanted to give you 99 points."

Asahi remained silent.

"Aren't you asking anything?"

"You don't always answer things the right way."

"Oh, you guessed right."

Haruno laughed like a joke.