On the chair, Furuhashi bit her chopsticks with an uneasy face.
Obviously just finished the BOSS (test), but the new enemy suddenly stopped in front of her, and the way of attack was completely different from the last time.
Fortunately, the protagonist this time is not her, but Ogata Rizu.
For two or three hours spent together in the self-study room each day, though Ogata never expressed her intention to like Shinichi. Furuhashi can still see that Ogata's feelings of love are not yet clear. She completely understands his her, then she will 100% go straight to Shinichi and say "I have feelings for you".
She was a straightforward and simple child, but unfortunately, she always didn't know where to go.
And after experiencing this week, Furuhashi also had a new understanding of her feelings.
The specific process was so complicated that she spent the entire night in self-reflection, and even in her dreams, she had to think over and over again before she could barely figure it out.
If Shinichi wants to have a girlfriend, Ogata is the best choice for the three of them!
Furuhashi firmly believed that she could act as the perfect helper and observer. If Ogata encounters problems in the relationship, she can also give appropriate advice based on her understanding of the two.
This was the conclusion she came to. After all, she can't stop a teenager's desire to fall in love.
Shinichi glanced at Furuhashi, whose eyes looked burning. Even though he didn't know what kind of things she was thinking, his instincts were telling him to speak clearly, and he couldn't keep up.
So, he spoke directly.
"Everyone in the Student Council gave it to me. Shinomiya Senpai, Fujiwara Senpai, and Iino were girls. I shouldn't say anything that would easily be misunderstood, right?"
Shinichi looked at Furuhashi with a questioning look and asked.
"By the way, why are you asking if it was given by a girl? Is it important?"
"Hah?"
Furuhashi's firm expression suddenly froze, and she screamed inwardly.
(Eh--! Not Ichika?! Am I completely misunderstood?)
(Ahhh, damn Asada-san, why did you have to answer so ambiguously, in case you were talking about the Student Council members!)
(The thing is that it's okay to misunderstand. What does your appearance mean? I thought I'd be jealous because another girl gave you a present?)
(How could something like that happen! If it wasn't for Ricchan, do you think I would care about such things? Hmph, let's see how I refute you!)
Furuhashi straightened her waist, and was about to declare that she didn't know about it, but when she met his straight gaze, her heart pounded, and her tone weakened a lot.
"That… Just out of curiosity… ahaha… The Student Council members treat Asada-san so well, I'm really envious~"
Changing the subject with a red face, Furuhashi suddenly stood up.
"Oh, it's almost time for class, I'm going to wash the chopsticks. Asada-san, please give me the lid for the pot, and I'll wash it together."
Shinichi pointed at the pot lid on his table: "At your place, you took it when I was halfway through it, and even drank all the black tea in it."
"Eh?" Furuhashi was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice and shouted, "Eh—!? Is it the black tea that Asada-san is drinking?"
Isn't this...
As the word crossed her mind, she walked out of the chair step by step.
"I was so careless... Ah, Asada-san, please don't worry, it's just a trivial matter."
"I didn't say I care..." Besides, I don't drink the tea you drink.
Under Shinichi's silent gaze, Furuhashi grabbed the teapot and chopsticks, and walked towards the door with stiff hands and feet. Stepping out of the classroom, and as soon as she left the sights behind her, she dashed towards the toilet with all her might while covering her blushing face.
"Ricchan sorry, I really don't mean to betray you—"
The students in the corridor only witnessed a beautiful girl rushing into the women's restroom. Not long after, there was the sound of the toilet door slamming.
...
After Furuhashi returned to class, Shinichi gave her a suspicious look.
"Furuhashi, why is your forehead so red?"
Taking out a handkerchief to cover the red and swollen area, Furuhashi showed a graceful and serene smile.
"It's fine, I just went to calm down a bit."
"Why do you have to calm down when it's okay?" Shinichi asks questions about issues that have nothing to do with him.
Furuhashi's expression was shaken for a moment, but she soon calmed down, and looked at Shinichi meaningfully.
"Asada-san, why do you care so much about my business? Could you..."
Shinichi's fingers froze for a moment, then declared his intention.
"I was just asking casually. Educators should pay attention to students who seem to have problems with their heads. Why don't you talk about what just happened? Could it be that Furuhashi…"
Furuhashi's eyes twitched, and then she recovered a gentle expression.
"You're supposed to be teaching students, but Asada-san cares about something like that? Ah, so cute…"
Shinichi with a friendly expression on his face: "Oh, you care? Don't argue, I have proof…"
"Proof? Heh heh…"
"Hehehe..."
For some reason, both of them smiled, and before the teacher came to class, they started exchanging words with each other
The classmates around them silently ignored them. After all, the two of them were the default pair in class, the more noisy the relationship, the better the relationship.
Itsuki, who was behind Shinichi, quietly raised her eyes to the exam book, and nodded her chin in thought: "Hmm... Are Asada-kun and Furuhashi-san on good terms? If there is a fight, I hope to help them reconcile. Asada-kun was nice to me after all…"
Everyone has their own idea, so how about two people involved?
Just like playing with each other during the day, they pretended to be indifferent, while their ears were red, and they screamed wildly in their hearts.
(What am I doing! Why am I talking to Asada-kun like this? Isn't this clearly trying to cover up)
(Quick stop, Furuhashi! What I want to see is the president and vice president doing this, instead of personally participating in the end!)
As a result, the two of them lay down on the table as if exhausted, and they didn't dare look at each other for a long time.