"I just feel like, ever since that incident, we haven't spent time together like this in a long while."

Upon hearing this, Sakuragi Hitomi's heart started to beat a bit faster.

Because, at that moment, she truly felt that with the President, it seemed like they had returned to the time before her outburst.

Back then, they spent their mornings and evenings together, both familiar and intimate...

But the result was, she turned it into the situation they have today.

"Yes, the last time I was alone with the President like this was at Ryoko's birthday. We sat by the seaside then; just the thought of it feels so pleasant."

"..."

As these words were spoken, Yan Huan's expression couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

He was a bit PTSD.

Because even now, he still vividly remembers that night when the Demon's Mind Reading Technique nearly knocked him out.

Seeing this, the little cat on Yan Huan's shoulder couldn't help but shake its head and sigh.

It could only be said that Sakuragi Hitomi truly had something special about her.

In all those past beautiful moments, whatever she said, Yan Huan would empathize and deeply agree.

But the result was, she accurately found the only memory that could backfire among the hundreds and thousands of beautiful memories...

This is unique, Hakki Sakura.

"Haha, indeed..."

Looking at the cheerful Sakuragi Hitomi, Yan Huan didn't know what to say, so he gave an awkward smile.

"Speaking of which, President, there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

"Hmm?"

Yan Huan looked up at the Sakuragi Hitomi in front of him, only to see her little face turning slightly red.

Her lightly glossed pink lips were slightly pursed, indicating her dilemma at the moment.

After a long silence, she finally asked with slight embarrassment in her evasive gaze,

"That time during Ryoko's birthday, when we played Truth or Dare, and the President said 'had someone you liked'... the person you were talking about then... who was it?"

"..."

Yan Huan opened his mouth, about to respond, when a store clerk tactlessly brought the noodles over,

"Please enjoy~"

"...Thank you."

Their conversation was interrupted and thinly connected, even though the steaming noodles were already in front of them, neither moved their chopsticks.

It was Sakuragi Hitomi who was the first to become impatient, closing her eyes, and nervously said,

"If you find it hard to answer or don't want to say, you don't have to answer at all! Just, even if you don't answer, please don't give me a half-hearted answer, I'm begging you..."

"...Alright, Sakuragi."

Sakuragi Hitomi slowly opened her eyes, watching Yan Huan in front of her reach for the chopsticks, feeling a slight sense of disappointment.

After all, if there's no answer, doesn't it mean...

The real answer isn't her.

"..."

Thinking like this, Sakuragi Hitomi somewhat despondently reached out to grab the disposable chopsticks.

But just as she was reaching out, Yan Huan was already snapping the chopsticks apart and handing them to her.

As he handed the chopsticks to Sakuragi Hitomi, Yan Huan gently said,

"Back then, the person I mentioned was you, Sakuragi."

"...Hmm?"

Sakuragi Hitomi dumbly raised her eyes to look at Yan Huan in front of her, watching him put down the chopsticks and then reach for his own, her eyes slowly shimmering with light,

"President, really...really?"

"Yes."

These words were no less than a confession...

But the words were true.

At that time, Yan Huan truly liked Sakuragi Hitomi.

It was just after the Sakuragi Hitomi's spying incident exploded that Yan Huan's feelings towards Sakuragi Hitomi became complicated.

If it were in the past, encountering such a girl with an outrageous habit, and you didn't run away, then you were truly that one.

But perhaps because he had been tormented by a crowd of bizarre, ghostly, snake-like hosts, raising his threshold, or perhaps simply because he couldn't let go of those wonderful memories shared with her...

Ultimately, Yan Huan for the first time acknowledged with certainty:

Even now, he still has a fondness for Sakuragi Hitomi.

Both for Spencer and for Sakuragi Hitomi.

Yan Huan, oh Yan Huan, you really are...

In his heart, without the little cat as a cover, Yan Huan for the first time felt somewhat ashamed.

"The noodles are almost soggy, why are you still dazing?"

But for the moment, he had to temporarily set aside this shame.

Because the Crab Medicine in the Demon Shop was still beckoning him.

"Ah... alright... alright!"

Sakuragi Hitomi's face was flushed, she quickly bowed her head to eat the noodles.

However, unlike Yan Huan's enthusiastic eating, she seemed to be endlessly chewing on the same noodle.

The intertwined noodles in the soup mirrored the turmoil in her heart at that moment.

President...

Back then, he actually liked her!

If...if I had known, I should have asked Nara to remove those peeping things earlier!

Then...

Then maybe we would have already honeymooned with the President!

How did it turn out like this...

Sakuragi Hitomi chewed on the noodles, feeling somewhat tearless.

But...

There's still room for rescue!

Now that the President said this, and also said he forgave her.

Doesn't that mean...

The President still likes her like before, likes just her!

"..."

She fantasized again.

Imagined that the President would confess to her today and be together, and from now on, the President would stay away from all other females.

Then, right after graduation, they would marry in front of their parents...um, one-sided parents.

Later, they would settle in Linmen, creating a complete family future, maybe having a few adorable children...

That would be quite blissful.

"Pfft..."

While lowering her head to eat noodles, Sakuragi Hitomi couldn't help but chuckle, leaving Yan Huan in front of her a bit baffled.

But seeing her rosy, full earlobes at the moment, Yan Huan ultimately couldn't help but grin.

Sakuragi does have a fondness for him...

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