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A smile appeared on Xiaomai's face as she walked amidst the crowds at the temple fair and the cool evening breeze.

haven't seen you for a long time…

……

Sigh... Why do I always manage to win?

Hayakawa watched as yet another defeated opponent fled in disarray, his heart filled with endless emotions.

Perhaps it's because I possess a heart that relentlessly pursues progress and victory...

Hayakawa waved his hand, sending the elementary school students off to eat at a nearby stall. The children skipped away happily.

"It's been six years since we last met..."

Hayakawa looked in the direction the girl had left and muttered to himself, "She doesn't seem to have changed much."

"I didn't expect her to recognize me so quickly."

Hayakawa touched his nose, feeling somewhat lost.

His nose is incredibly sensitive; to put it bluntly, even a dog might not have a better sense of smell than him.

If it's someone you know well, you can recognize them no matter how much time has passed.

Hayakawa scratched his head, took out his phone from his pocket, and opened a photo album with only a few pictures. Hayakawa clicked on one of them, which showed a boy and a little girl. The boy had a stiff hairstyle and stared blankly ahead with no expression on his face. He looked like an honest student. The girl, on the other hand, was more outgoing. She had one hand behind her back and was making a peace sign at the camera, showing a cute, hamster-like expression.

The two people stood very close, shoulder to shoulder.

Hayakawa stared at the photo for a long time, his lips twitched slightly, and he silently put his phone away.

"So you know that child?"

A female voice suddenly came from the side, teasingly asking, "Childhood sweethearts?"

"Ah."

Hayakawa responded, then froze instantly, turning his head away haltingly.

Before me stood Natsukawa Masaki's fair and exquisitely beautiful face.

Hayakawa: "..."

"good evening."

Natsukawa Masuzu, dressed in a snow-white yukata with intricate patterns, gave Hayakawa a loving smile. Her long, curled eyelashes, straight nose, and rosy lips were hidden beneath her impenetrable face, set against a perfect profile. Although it was clearly a fake smile, it had an indescribable allure, like intoxicating fine wine.

"How is it, Hayakawa?"

She watched as Hayakawa raised her hand and deftly spun around in place, the hem of her yukata fluttering in the air. In an instant, her undulating curves and her serpentine waist danced together, bursting forth with a supple yet taut beauty. It was as if one were in a clear blue sky, seeing a snow-white-winged angel on the clouds, gently opening her arms to you and leading you into heaven.

Pink Skull.

Hayakawa glared at him for a moment, then silently recited the incantation several times before his racing heart calmed down. He then asked Natsukawa Masuzu expressionlessly, "Why are you here?"

Natsukawa Masuzu's smile remained unchanged: "Why can't I be here?"

Do you know how many people I've seen tonight?

Hayakawa sighed, "I don't understand if this city is too small, or if this temple fair is really that famous, why are you all here?"

"This city isn't small, but this temple fair is really famous. For example, in the past week I've received invitations from more than 30 guys to go on dates with me here,"

Natsukawa Masuzu's smile crumbled as she looked at Hayakawa and grumbled, "It's all your fault, Hayakawa-kun. If you had been willing to pretend to be my boyfriend before, I wouldn't have suffered like this."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Hayakawa said, "Why don't you just agree to anyone's request?"

"Do you want me to accept dating requests from guys whose minds are only filled with male desires?"

Natsukawa Masuzu's pretty face was filled with disbelief as she covered her mouth and looked at Hayakawa with horror: "I'll be pinned down in a deserted street corner by that person and then forced to do all sorts of things that no one else can see."

"What time is it?"

Hayakawa ignored her, raised his arm, glanced at his watch, and frowned, saying, "It's so late."

There's still no sign of Furuhashi and Ogata. Are they really going to be lost? Are we going to fail?

Hayakawa was heartbroken and devastated by this thought, so much so that he could hardly breathe.

Natsukawa Masaki: "..."

"That girl looked to be a high school student, but I don't know if she's from our school,"

Natsukawa Masuzu suppressed her anger, glanced in the direction Umaru had walked away, and then looked at Hayakawa: "I just saw your photo. You two knew each other when you were so young."

"Yes, we know each other."

Hayakawa didn't want to talk about this topic, so he vaguely said, "Elementary school classmate."

"Eh~"

Natsukawa Masaki drew out her words, looking at Hayakawa tentatively as she asked, "The girl you like?"

"No ..."

Hayakawa's face darkened, and he said grimly, "Why do you think that?"

"Then why did you hit her?"

Natsukawa Masuzu blinked like a curious child, then suddenly realized and said, "Isn't it because she reunited with her childhood lover, only to find that the girl had been marked by another man, that the despair of the minotaur drove her to hate, ultimately turning love into a twisted and hateful emotional drama?"

Hayakawa: "..."

That's incredibly imaginative, and it's really explicit.

"No, the reason I hit her was because..."

Hayakawa remained expressionless, then lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

Perhaps he wanted to say hello to her.

They've been separated for too long, and Hayakawa has no idea whether Umaru remembers him. If he goes straight over to say hello, he might run into her…

"Umaru-chan".

"Who are you?"

or

"Um, do we know each other?"

"Pick up girls? That's such an old-fashioned and outdated method. Are you some kind of backward old man? You're using such a classic trick, do you really want to get to know me?"

"Okawaii Koto~"

……

Both of these scenarios would be fatal given his pride, so neither is acceptable.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to try to contact Umaru in the same way they had separated, hoping to make her remember him.

There's nothing I can do; Hayakawa is just that kind of awkward person.

Chapter 103 The Necromancer Xia Chuan

In the end, Umaru did recognize herself.

However, to Hayakawa's surprise, Umaru remembered him almost instantly, making his actions seem somewhat superfluous.

Perhaps I should just go up and say hello.

Hayakawa thought silently, then glanced casually at Natsukawa next to Ji, frowned and said seriously, "Sorry, whenever I see someone mocking me, my fists inexplicably harden, and then I'm drawn to them by some unknown force, and then I can't control myself from flying over there. I really can't help it."

"..."

Natsukawa Masuzu was somewhat speechless. She knew that Hayakawa couldn't be telling the truth, so she changed the subject and asked, "Are you still going to look for Furuhashi and the others?"

"Of course!"

Hayakawa retorted sharply without hesitation, then immediately realized what was happening and stared blankly at Natsukawa: "No? How did you know I was looking for them?"

Xia Chuan blinked: "I saw it."

"..."

Hayakawa paused for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "When exactly did you discover me?"

Natsukawa Masaki thought for a moment and said, "It was probably when you met the five Nakanos at the entrance of the temple fair?"

"Isn't that the beginning?"

Hayakawa was completely dumbfounded, looking at Natsukawa incredulously and asking, "You've been following me since then?"

Stalker?

Hayakawa looked at Natsukawa Masaki with horror in his eyes, wondering when he had become so careless that someone had followed him all the way.

However, Hayakawa quickly came to terms with it. He remembered that the woman in front of him had been hiding on the rooftop, eavesdropping on his conversation, and he hadn't noticed her. It wasn't that he wasn't vigilant enough, but rather that Natsukawa had a special talent for stalking.

"I originally planned to come to the temple fair by myself today, but I've been confessed to by too many random guys this week, so I wanted to come here to clear my head,"

A mocking sneer appeared on Natsukawa Masaki's face: "Sometimes I really don't understand these love-struck guys. You know, half of the guys who confess to me or ask me out are complete strangers, I don't even know their names. These are complete strangers, yet they have the audacity to come up to me and say, 'I like you! Please go out with me!'..."

Natsukawa Masuzu excitedly mimicked a boy confessing his love, crossing her arms and bowing. After a brief moment of emotional release, she chuckled coldly, slightly out of breath, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Uh... this is what being love-struck is like,"

Hayakawa looked at Natsukawa, who seemed to be driven to the brink of madness, and said expressionlessly, "Also, you've gone off-topic. Continue."

"Ah... okay,"

Natsukawa Masaki thought for a moment and continued, "Then when I arrived at the entrance of the temple fair, I happened to see you chasing after Furuhashi and the others into the temple fair with a fierce look on your face."

At this point, Natsukawa Masaki couldn't help but look at Hayakawa and ask, "Why are you chasing after them?"

As Hayakawa walked into the temple fair, he said expressionlessly, "I told them to go home and study."

"..."

Natsukawa Masuzu's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this: "That's it?"

Just because they forced them to go home and study, they searched all over the temple fair for those two people.

What kind of demon are you?

"It can't be that bad,"

Natsukawa Masaki said with a strange expression, "Studying won't make a difference if you do it for a little while."

"What do you know?"

Hayakawa sneered, then repeated what he had just said to Misaki, intending to use his great ideas to influence Natsukawa and leave her speechless.

"What you said seems to make a lot of sense,"

After hearing Hayakawa's words, Natsukawa Masuzu's expression became even stranger. She said, "But I haven't seen your grades as good as Furuhashi and Ogata-kun's. You can't even compare to me."

Hayakawa: "..."

空…

Empty...

Empty, empty, empty...

What did I just hear?

Hayakawa looked blank, his eyes becoming empty like a stagnant pool, deep and still, just like his lifeless heart.

As if time had stopped, or as if the air had been sucked out, Hayakawa felt a momentary ringing in his ears and heard a voice like the murmur of an ancient god, words he could not understand at all.

Clearly, this was the body's self-protection mechanism at work. After all, if Hayakawa had heard everything Natsukawa Masuzu had just said, his pride would have made him immediately commit suicide like the ministers in ancient times who died remonstrating with a tyrannical ruler. Hayakawa's body sensed the danger of death and blocked out those words.

It's truly commendable that a precious life was saved.

I must be hallucinating...

Hayakawa drifted aimlessly toward the stall next to him, his face stiff and expressionless.