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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20 The Campus Amidst Cherry Blossoms

"Brother, are you going to school today?"

Hoshino Rin's feeble voice came from beside his ear. Hoshino Gen, who had just quit the game again, glanced at his sister beside him. Her body was swaying unsteadily, just like a tumbler. One couldn't help worrying that she might bump her head against the coffee table.

It wouldn't matter if the coffee table worth several million yen got damaged. But if the head or face of this super popular idol got hurt, the Hoshino family would suffer a huge loss.

Hoshino Gen got up while supporting the coffee table and said, "Yes."

"Oh~" Hoshino Rin also perked up. She shouted to Hoshino Gen who was going back to his room, "Then wait for me for a moment, brother. I'll go with you."

Hoshino Gen didn't reply, but it was kind of a tacit agreement.

When he finished washing up in his room, changed the gauze on his right hand and put on his school uniform and came out, Hoshino Rin had already changed into the school uniform of Setogawa Private Academy. She was holding a leather handbag and waiting for Hoshino Gen at the entrance.

The girls' school uniform of Setogawa Private Academy wasn't much different from that of ordinary high schools. Besides being more delicately made, it was also the normal short skirt JK style. At this moment, Hoshino Rin was wearing white knee-high socks on her slender, straight and fair long legs. Her petite feet were stepping on beautiful round-toed leather shoes. She had a slender figure and a pretty face. Truly, anyone who saw her would think that she must be a girl as sweet as candy.

Hoshino Gen was a bit surprised. It wasn't because of how cute and pretty his cheap sister was, but because he thought that when Hoshino Rin said she would go with him just now, she meant that she wanted him to accompany her to take the elevator and then they would part ways downstairs, with one going to school as a student and the other going to work as an idol...

In his impression, it seemed that Hoshino Rin hadn't put on the school uniform again since the day of the high school entrance ceremony.

While changing his shoes at the entrance, Hoshino Gen casually asked, "Don't you have work today?"

"No. The concert is over. The drama I was filming before has also been finished. The advertisements and endorsements are for next week. There were invitations to several variety shows, but I declined them all. Even an idol needs to rest!" Hoshino Rin answered her brother's question while putting on her mask and baseball cap.

Although she became an idol because of her own hobby at first, an idol also had an idol's troubles. Especially the fact that she needed to hide her identity when going out had once made Hoshino Rin very unhappy. Although she liked the feeling of being in the spotlight on the stage, when she was resting usually, she still hoped that she wouldn't be so closely watched...

Of course, staying at home and playing games was also good. But the problem was that under the current situation, Hoshino Rin really didn't have the courage to stay at home alone, especially when there seemed to be a ghost in her computer.

When they took a taxi to the school, the campus seemed a bit quiet. That was naturally because it was the time for the third class in the morning. Although happy education was popular in Japan now, the basic classroom discipline could still be maintained more or less.

After changing into the indoor shoes in her schoolbag, Hoshino Rin stuffed the round-toed leather shoes she had taken off into her brother's shoe cabinet. This was the second time she had come to this school and she had long forgotten the location of her own shoe cabinet.

Hoshino Gen and Hoshino Rin were not in the same class. Hoshino Gen was in Class A on the first floor, while Hoshino Rin was in Class C on the second floor. So after changing shoes at the shoe cabinet, they should part ways.

At the stairway entrance, Hoshino Rin waved goodbye to Hoshino Gen and said, "Oni-chan, remember to wait for me after school this afternoon!" Then she turned around and went upstairs with a pattering sound.

Hoshino Gen's academic performance in high school was not ideal. Usually, he was also a taciturn student in the class. If one ignored his unreasonably good-looking face, he should be the kind of person with the least sense of presence in the corner of the classroom.

However, this was a world that judged people by their looks. And this society was one that recognized money and status. Hoshino Gen had a good appearance and wealthy parents, so he could enjoy preferential treatment at school.

Even if he was late, the teacher in charge would just say "Come in" casually and let the matter pass lightly.

As soon as Hoshino Gen sat down on his seat by the window in the front row, he heard a lot of exclamations coming from a classroom upstairs. Others didn't know what was going on, but he could guess roughly. It was nothing more than that his sister, who was an idol, had found her classroom...

Hoshino Gen calmly took out the textbook for the corresponding class from his schoolbag, laid it on the desk and then lay down to sleep.

...

Shimizu Yuu was a bit absent-minded today. Although she wasn't that serious in class usually, it was rare for her to be so distracted like today since she came to school.

After all, what she used to do most often in class was secretly reading novels and comics. But now, or more precisely, since that night last Friday, she suddenly lost her enthusiasm for those former hobbies.

Now, her mind was full of that strange world with ghosts, supernatural phenomena and superpowers. That world was within sight but out of reach, and she couldn't obtain it no matter how hard she tried.

The feeling that the door was right in front of her but she couldn't push it open was really maddening.

Shimizu Yuu originally thought that she could chat with Hoshino Gen when she came to school today. Although it might be an illusion, when she was with Hoshino Gen, it always seemed that she had stepped into the gate of another world. The city scenery that she had long been tired of seeing suddenly became novel. That feeling was much more interesting than reading novels and comics!

But to her surprise, Hoshino Gen's seat had been empty all morning. Then she remembered that Hoshino Gen's hand was injured when they hunted ghosts the night before last. It was natural for him to ask for leave and not come today.

After realizing this, her originally excited spirit immediately deflated. She felt that staying at school was completely a waste of time. So she became even more unrestrained in being absent-minded. As a result, when Hoshino Gen entered the classroom, she didn't even notice it at all.

But at this time, a small paper ball suddenly flew from behind and landed on the desk in front of Shimizu Yuu, which woke her up from her distraction. She turned her head and looked around. Soon, she found her good friend Suzuki Sawami winking at her.

With a suspicious mind, she unfolded the paper ball.

"Look at the window."

Shimizu Yuu blinked, not quite understanding what was going on. She turned her head and looked at her friend again. However, she was surprised to find that a large number of classmates around were looking at the position by the window in the front row. The expressions on their faces were either dull, or admiring, or full of budding love.

Shimizu Yuu vaguely realized something. She subconsciously cast her gaze to the left front——

The pink cherry blossoms were carried by the warm wind and sent into the open window, floating and falling on the young man's forehead.

He was lying on the desk with his eyelids closed. His long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly. His black hair hung down slightly and his skin was as white as snow. He was bathed in the golden sunlight slanting in from the window, looking as ethereal as a fairy walking out of a fairy tale.

The classroom and the cherry blossoms, the gentle breeze and the young man, the picture was as beautiful as a slowly flowing oil painting.