This Pure Love for Volleyball Chapter 9

It was rare that the train at seven o'clock in the evening was empty, so Junko randomly picked an empty seat and sat down, and then Momo and Jason sat on both sides of her.

If it were before, Junko probably wouldn't understand. Wouldn't it be more convenient for two boys to sit together? But she is different now.

Junko immediately realized that Momo wanted to get closer to her. What about Jason? Junko raised her head slightly and looked at Jason Tetsurou, who avoided her gaze.

Um? Why don't you look at her? This didn't seem right, but she didn't feel the familiar affection from Jason.

Junko's competitive spirit quietly reared its head again. What? It turns out that she is the only one who has been restless these days. People don't seem to care about her at all!

When Junko was about to say something, her right hand was lightly touched. She turned around and found that the Caleb hand accidentally covered her little finger and ring finger.

Without thinking, Junko took out her hand and pressed it down, preventing him from moving.

His eyes were bent like a Caleb cat, and he was held down by Junzi obediently: "Junzi, did you also take this train?"

"Yes, when I first came to Tokyo, I didn't expect that the big city would be so crowded, and I would make a fool of myself on the train." Junko thought of Riley Aida, and her awkward mood suddenly brightened, "But the people she met were so nice. The girl didn't even blame me for putting lip gloss on her."

His sharp eyes unconsciously stopped at Junko's glossy lips, which had a small bead. I must have applied lip gloss today. It’s so shiny that I feel like K!ssing her.

Caleb quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head. The tips of his hot ears were hidden under his black hair, unnoticed.

"If it were me, I wouldn't blame you."

The warm touch on the back of the hand flows back to the heart along the veins, like the wings of a bird and the whisper of the night wind, making people want to be intoxicated; and like grand fireworks and roaring waves, it invades everything in an instant Senses.

Desire is like a clump of vines, protruding from the bottom of the Caleb heart, passing through the folded hands, wrapping around Junko's wrist, winding upward, trying to reach the girl's heart.

Jason Tetsuro beside him was rarely silent.

The two people next to them chatted about interesting things in the class, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Jason, who was a grade above them, didn't know how to join the conversation.

In fact, you can just start a new topic casually, such as volleyball, Junko's life in the school newspaper, or Junko's hometown--Miyagi. You can tell her about the showdown in the garbage dump. She should be surprised, right? The school I am currently attending actually has such a connection with my hometown.

So why not do it? Jason Tetsurou asked himself in his mind.

He looked at the reflections of Junko and Mian on the opposite glass window, his eyes fixed on their intertwined hands.

I felt a little bit in my heart, yes, why...

Reason and emotion have always been glaciers and magma. Jason struggled to examine his heart in this world of ice and fire.

"Speaking of which, I haven't added your Line yet!" Junko suddenly realized that she had no contact information for these two people! It's been so long since school started, but I didn't think about it at all.

Momo immediately took out his cell phone, his movements smooth and quick, as if he had been waiting for Junko to mention this matter.

Junko finished Caleb and turned to look at Jason.

Jason didn't move, he saw the girl's confused look.

"Uh... Jason-senpai, don't you want to be my friend?"

Think, but...

Jason looked past Junko and looked at Momo, who looked at him quietly, just like every time in the past when he went to play Momo, Momo was waiting for him.

It's better not to... It's the first time that Momo cares so much about a girl, so he shouldn't get involved anymore.

My own mood is very important, but compared with the young Tongran I grew up with, those throbs seem insignificant and can be given up.

He heard his own pretentious voice: "Well, I'm a grade above you, and I don't usually interact with you very much. If you have anything, just ask Momo to contact me."

Now that a decision has been made, there should be no hesitation. Impulsive and intense feelings will be worn away by time, just like his parents, and friendship often lasts forever.

I know all the truth, so what are the emotions that are running rampant in my heart now?

Jason Tetsurou didn't understand.

Junko was stunned, she really didn't want to join her: "Well...it's okay."

It's weird if nothing happens. Junko could clearly feel others' dislike of her, but she didn't think Jason hated her. So what's going on?

Junko couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, she wouldn't like someone who didn't like her.

That’s fine, no need to worry about it anymore. Junko made up her mind to cross out Jason Tetsurou's name from her.

The station arrival announcement sounded. Junko put on her schoolbag and said goodbye to Jason, "Bye, I'm at the station. See you tomorrow, Jason."

"Wait, let me take you back." Momo nodded to Jason, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards Junko.

Jason Tetsurou sat alone in his seat, watching their figures disappear behind the tram door.

Suddenly I felt like I had a heart attack.

Jason covered his chest with a melancholy expression.

Not only was she broken in love, she was also crushed and abandoned.

Momo and Junko walked side by side on the streets of the community. The sky was a deep indigo blue, and the last ray of light of the setting sun was submerged under the horizon.

"Mill, wouldn't it be too troublesome to take me home?" It's already late, and you must be very tired after training.

"No, and besides, didn't you meet a bad person today?" Momo felt that even if Junko was very powerful, she would still get hurt if she wasn't careful. Even if he is not that powerful, he is still a boy who exercises all year round. He wanted to protect Junko, even if the other party didn't need it.

Junko stopped in front of a building with Koizumi's house sign and turned to face Momo.

"Mian Mo, thank you for sending me back." Even if the sky darkened, Junko's smile did not diminish at all. She was like the favored child of the gods, never losing her luster.

"I've thought about it clearly. I do like you, but it should be different from how you like me."

"Although I really want everyone to like me, if it's Caleb and you're not happy, it's okay not to like me."

Junko looked into Momo's eyes: "Then, do you want to continue?"

Momo lowered his eyes, ah, it only took him a long time to realize, what went wrong this time?

Lost? More or less, there is still a little bit.

But it's more interesting, isn't it? The more tortuous the process, the sweeter the fruits of victory.

"Don't say rejection to others and look at them with such an expression at the same time." Momo looked at Junko again, his pupils trembling slightly due to excessive concentration.

Momo showed a small smile: "It's clearly written on his face, 'Please continue to like me.'"

Junko also laughed: "Wow, you have become super aggressive."

Junko put her hands together on her chest and winked at Momo: "I really don't want to make you sad, but if you can, of course it's better to continue to like me."

Caleb turned his head and thought for a while: "If I don't like you, you will no longer like me, and even the current love will disappear."

Without waiting for Junko's answer, Momo confirmed his thoughts: "Then it's better not to do it. It took a lot of effort to get Junko's favorability to such a high level. It would be a pity to reset it to zero."

Junko looked at Pin's words and expressed her novelty: "It sounds like I am some kind of game character who can be conquered."

"Come on, Momo, I look forward to the day when you succeed in the strategy." Junko looked at the sky and waved to Momo, "Well, I'm home, you should go back quickly, and pay attention to safety on the road."

Junko seemed to remember something when she entered the courtyard, turned around and said to the black-haired boy who was still standing there:

"You... seem to like the game "Monster Hunter" very much?"

"But when it comes to love, you are not the hunter, and I am not the prey."

"So, please change the reference."