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In the end, Hayakawa had to do it himself, unzipping his pants from above to reveal the wound on his knee.

"what…"

Yotsuba's face flushed slightly. She didn't dare to look at Hayakawa's lower body, since her panties would be visible once her pants were off. However, Hayakawa covered her thighs with her school uniform shirt, which eased Yotsuba's shyness considerably.

Chapter 397 Head Pat

Nakano Yotsuba blushed, clearly feeling extremely ashamed, yet she still couldn't look away from Hayakawa.

"Could you please stop staring at me?"

Hayakawa, unable to bear it any longer, looked at him expressionlessly.

"I...I didn't!"

Yotsuba Nakano was an innocent girl, and she couldn't stand such slander. She quickly raised her hand to cover her face and defended herself, saying, "I did cover my face with my hand!"

"The slit in your finger is way too obvious!"

Hayakawa's face turned as black as coal, and he said in a sinister tone, "You've already taken me to the infirmary, so it's about time you left. You're done here. Disappear."

"no!"

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba immediately shook her head like a rattle: "I haven't treated your wound yet, Hayakawa-san, so I can't leave."

"I can handle this myself. You get out of here."

Hayakawa pointed coldly toward the doorway.

"No, no, no."

Nakano Yotsuba, her hand on her chest, looked stubborn and said in a low voice, "It's all my fault that Hayakawa got hurt. I have to take responsibility."

"Going back to the classroom now is the best way for you to take responsibility."

As Hayakawa was speaking, a sound suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the corner of the ceiling above his head—the sound of the school bell.

Hayakawa's expression immediately froze. He sat there listening to the bell ring for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

"A lifetime of failure..."

Hayakawa silently lowered his head and hugged his head, his voice filled with an utter desolation, as if a hero in his twilight years.

My first time skipping class came so suddenly; perhaps this is just how reality catches us off guard.

"Ok?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Nakano Yotsuba's head, and then she said in a embarrassed tone, "I don't quite understand, but I'm really sorry."

After saying that, she seemed to feel that her attitude of admitting her mistake was not sincere enough, and the next moment she pounced on the floor in front of Hayakawa with a tiger-like landing.

Upon seeing this, Hayakawa fell silent. Before he could even show a puzzled expression, Yotsuba immediately bowed deeply to Hayakawa with a full dogeza (a deep, prostration gesture).

"..."

In the school's infirmary, a cold-faced, expressionless boy sits on a hospital bed, while a girl, her face full of shame and grievance, repeatedly prostrates herself in apology. If someone were to suddenly walk in, they might think they had unintentionally stumbled upon a bullying scene.

They would definitely think Hayakawa was bullying them!

"stop it!"

Hayakawa covered her eyes, unable to bear watching; the scene was simply too shameful.

"Huh? Why?"

Yotsuba looked up in confusion, thought for a moment, and said, "Could it be that my dogeza (a type of prostration) wasn't proper enough?"

The girl suddenly realized something: "I remember reading somewhere that the higher you stick your butt out during a dogeza (a type of prostration), the more sincere you are. You wait, I'm coming right now."

"what…"

Before Hayakawa could stop her, Yotsuba was already sprawled on the ground, her buttocks raised high, her body shaped like a mountain peak.

"..."

I never realized before, Yotsuba is so flexible! No wonder she's an athletic girl.

"H-how...how is it?"

Yotsuba's head was on the ground, her peach-like buttocks were raised high, and she even trembled slightly from the effort of her movements, swaying unsteadily. She said in a muffled voice, "This time you're sincere, aren't you?"

"..."

Where did you get this common knowledge about dogeza (a form of Buddhist worship) from? It's definitely not from a legitimate source!

Hayakawa shook his head, stared at the girl in front of him for a long time, and then slowly said, "I'm talking about Yotsuba."

"Wh...what happened?"

Nakano Yotsuba's heart skipped a beat, and she responded cautiously, as if she were seeing enemies everywhere.

"You think my injury is your own responsibility? To be honest, I don't quite understand that." Hayakawa spoke calmly and slowly, reasoning with Yotsuba: "I got injured because you fell down the stairs, and then you felt ashamed. So, did you think I would have felt guilty if I had just watched you fall? Little girl, your logic is very flawed. If I caught you, you would get injured, feel guilty, and have to take my pants off. If I didn't catch you, you would get injured again. In the end, I would still have to take care of you. So what do you want me to do?"

“Uh…this,”

Yotsuba was clearly not very bright; she was easily confused by Hayakawa's words, but she still managed to grab the last two sentences and say, "If I'm injured, you don't need to take care of me. I can go to the infirmary by myself."

Hayakawa said expressionlessly, "Oh, so I'll just watch them lie on the ground and walk away without a care, is that right?"

Yotsuba fell silent upon hearing this, as if this wasn't a good idea either.

"So stop making such a fuss,"

Hayakawa turned his head to look out the window and said calmly, "While I'm not keen on helping others, I'm not so indifferent as to see someone I know get hurt."

"..."

Yotsuba lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Thank you, Hayakawa-san."

"Now that you know, hurry up and leave."

Hayakawa said something and bent down to apply the medicine to himself, but Yotsuba quietly came over, squatted down in front of Hayakawa, and took the disinfectant alcohol and cotton balls from his hands.

Go back to class!

Hayakawa's expression changed immediately upon seeing this, and he began to reprimand her sternly.

He had taken off his pants and was only wearing his underwear, and Yotsuba's sudden closeness gave her the creeps.

"Let me help you," Yotsuba said softly. "This time it's not because I feel guilty, I just want to help you. Don't worry about class, your grades won't drop if you miss one class anyway."

“That’s true!” Hayakawa glanced at Yotsuba with disdain: “Anyway, there’s no room for it to go any lower.”

Single digits? I really can't figure out how I got such a low score. Did I bring a die to every exam and roll it?

"You're so annoying..."

Nakano Yotsuba made a small protest, then first wiped Hayakawa's knee with purified water, and then gently rubbed the wound with a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant alcohol.

An unbearable pain suddenly swept up from his leg. Hayakawa didn't make a sound, but his brows furrowed.

Yotsuba's hands trembled at the sight, her face filled with heartache, and the guilt that had just subsided was once again overwhelming her.

It's all her fault. It's all because she was overthinking and ruffled Hayakawa's hair that he got hurt.

“If it hurts… tell me,”

Despite the sting in her heart, Yotsuba continued wiping as if nothing was wrong, trying her best to calm herself down.

Hayakawa felt much better, since the stinging sensation from the disinfectant only lasted a few seconds before subsiding.

He sat on the bed looking down, but unlike before, he didn't see a bottomless ravine. After all, Yotsuba had her head down and couldn't see anything, which reassured Hayakawa for a long time.

He looked at Yotsuba's bobbing little head and suddenly couldn't help but reach out and rub it.

Chapter 398 The Definition of Effort

Hayakawa sat on the bed and looked down. He saw Yotsuba's cute little head bobbing up and down from time to time. Her neat short hair and white earlobes wrapped around her hair made her look like a swaying orange in front of him from his perspective. She was very cute, especially since Yotsuba was so close to him and her sweet fragrance lingered in his nose, making her look even more like an orange.

So Hayakawa couldn't resist and reached out to rub it.

The moment the hand landed on Yotsuba's head, Yotsuba's hand froze, and not only her hand, but her entire body stiffened.

She slowly raised my head, her bright, watery eyes staring blankly at Hayakawa.

"Uh, sorry."

Hayakawa was startled and immediately withdrew his hand.

Hayakawa stopped, but Yotsuba didn't lower her head. Instead, she continued to look at Hayakawa with that strange gaze that Hayakawa dared not look at.

"What are you doing?"

After a brief moment of tension, Hayakawa quickly regained his composure with sheer willpower and said expressionlessly, "There was a..."

"I've chased the bugs away for you."

"Oh…"

Upon hearing this, Nakano Yotsuba weakly sobbed and replied in a dreamlike manner, then continued to treat Hayakawa's wounds like a maid.

Deceiving.

Yotsuba thought to herself.

She's not stupid, how could she not know if there are bugs on her head? And why would she need to rub her head with her hands to get rid of bugs?

Such blatant deception, are they treating people like fools?

Yotsuba Nakano blinked, fully aware of Hayakawa's thoughts, but instead of being angry, her eyes shone brightly, as if she had obtained the hidden answer.

Unlocked a brand new achievement! Hayakawa patted my head.

Yotsuba's eyes sparkled, and she suddenly felt that everything in the originally gloomy world had become beautiful, as if she had found her purpose in life in an instant.

What's so special about Hayakawa patting your head? It's Hayakawa who pats your head; you're the one who's passive.

"Hey hey hey"

Yotsuba grinned sheepishly, and her movements became lighter.

"What's your expression?"

Hayakawa stared at her with a blank, wooden face: "Do you look down on me?"

"How could that be? I was just carefully treating your wound."

Yotsuba finished disinfecting the wound with a smile, then tied a pretty bow on Hayakawa's knee with the bandage. After looking her up and down, she nodded in satisfaction: "That's good now."

"Oh?"

Hayakawa moved her legs a little and found that the bandages were not only well tied but also did not affect her movements. She looked at Yotsuba with some surprise: "You tied it pretty well."

"Of course, because I'm very skilled at it."

Yotsuba smiled and nodded: "I usually participate in club activities. Some of my friends often get injured because of sports. In order to help them, I learned how to use bandages. Practice makes perfect."

"Is that so?"

Hayakawa nodded, then suddenly asked as if she had thought of something, "And you? Do you get injured often? Do you often bandage yourself up?"

"I?"

Yotsuba looked a little confused. She looked up and met Hayakawa's gaze. Noticing the deep concern hidden in the boy's eyes, she blushed and quickly looked away, waving her hands repeatedly, "I...I...I've hardly ever been injured, so I don't need to tie myself up."

Hayakawa frowned and pressed, "Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Really, I never lie!"

Nakano Yotsuba was resolute, and seeing Hayakawa's disbelief, she immediately wanted to prove him wrong.

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

She was clearly anxious; she was still squatting on the ground, about to pull up her trouser leg to show Hayakawa if there were any wounds on her knee.

"no."

Hayakawa quickly reached out to refuse, fearing that if others saw this, they would think she was seducing a girl.

Bullying idiots can get you arrested.

The infirmary suddenly became quiet. Yotsuba raised her head, tilted it, and stared at Hayakawa with a smile on her face but said nothing.

She liked this atmosphere. Even if the two of them didn't speak, there was no awkwardness at all. Just being with Hayakawa like this, she could quietly watch him without getting tired of it, just like in the past, when the two of them would play together, their small bodies touching and then separating, the setting sun stretching their shadows long until they disappeared.

Hayakawa looked down at the girl in front of him, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions that he could not express.