My System Always Wants to Force Me to Confess-Chapter 550 - 542: He Doesn’t Like Me

Of course, I have to come back. The unusual behavior of the girls had already filled the Little Lolita with doubts, and Shirakawa Sawahei’s perfunctory attitude deepened these doubts. With her nature, she naturally had to ask clearly—if she couldn’t get a clear answer, she’d investigate on her own.

But compared with asking, investigating on her own would always reveal some unexpected scenes.

Asano Nazuki thought that when she saw this scene, she should have been more angry and dissatisfied. After all, she had been clinging to Shirakawa Sawahei for so long, outwardly saying it was to compete with Hayakawa Kashi, trying to pull him to deal with her Black-hearted Sister together. Now that Shirakawa Sawahei had found a girlfriend, at most she would be dissatisfied with his insensitivity, ignoring her charm. In the end, her relationship with Hayakawa Kashi hadn’t changed—the two of them hadn’t won, and they could just find another target to compete over.

If that was what she thought, then she might have gone over there to create a scene, expressing her dissatisfaction, questioning what kind of aesthetic he had, sneering a few times, and then running to confront the Black-hearted Woman without looking back—now that the Little White-faced Guy had run away, this round could be considered a draw for them. When would he find the next target for her to win against him?

She thought she would do that, but when she actually saw the scene, Asano Nazuki’s heart uncontrollably filled with a sense of unease and sadness.

She couldn’t speak, and even taking a step required great willpower. The girl slowly crouched down, her small body seemed to be drained of energy, wanting to cry but finding no reason to do so.

Why would I cry? Why should I be crying?

It’s just an insensible, aesthetically weird Little White-faced Guy, what’s so special about him? He doesn’t understand my charm; naturally, there are other better, gentler, soft-spoken, caring Little White-faced Guys.

The next one, the next Little White-faced Guy, will definitely be fierce to everyone else but good to me. If I go and make a scene now, I won’t be able to meet a better Little White-faced Guy.

I won’t do something so ungraceful; why should I be angry with that strange guy Shirakawa Sawahei?

Don’t be sad either.

Asano Nazuki thought for a moment and suddenly felt a surge of strength. She slowly stood up, turned around, and opened the car door to get in again.

The car soon started again, and the girl’s small figure remained motionless, not even glancing out of the window, just quietly slipping down the street with the flow of traffic, not causing a ripple.

Shirakawa Sawahei gently moved away from the cute little Ise Yu’s lips, seemingly sensing something, and looked in the direction where Asano Nazuki had left.

"What’s wrong?"

"..."

"Nothing."

"Did someone we know see us kissing?!" the goofing-off girl peeked around nervously. "It better not be my parents... if they saw, I wouldn’t dare to return home..."

"..."

"No." Shirakawa Sawahei smiled and patted his girlfriend’s little head, his eyes deeply gazing in that direction.

The previous ones all went smoothly... hopefully, it won’t crash here with the Black Hearted Lolita...

[Target Strategy: Asano Nazuki’s Progress: 88%]

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The car continued silently, and Asano Nazuki slowly curled herself into a ball, leaning back on the seat, her eyes blankly scrolling through her phone, her Twitter feed sliding by. The goofing-off girl, intensely surfing the net, naturally tweeted a lot. After skipping over many useless retweets and uninteresting status updates, Asano Nazuki gradually understood.

So it was on Christmas Eve...

Hmm, they even met the day before New Year? Quite loving, huh.

Playing games...

Cooking...

Ha, this shot was taken from behind, holding tightly.

Even though the goofing-off girl’s affectionate posts never showed the two’s faces, and even information that might expose personal details was erased, those who knew them undoubtedly could tell at a glance who the male protagonist in the photos was.

So annoying... Asano Nazuki turned off the screen, her eyes still blank, yet there was no sadness on her face.

No wonder today’s behavior was so strange; they had already been together.

Sad? I’m not sad. At most, I think Shirakawa Sawahei has poor taste; it’s not worth being sad about him.

This guy... I gave him so many chances before. Hinting or outright saying it... if he just accepted, I could have taken that position.

Little White-faced Guy... taking advantage of me so much, not even apologizing... why did he quietly choose Ise Yu Yuzhijin?

Why did he pretend nothing happened, continuing to deceive me... why did he still make me feel there was hope?

Why... don’t you like me...

She got out of the car, walking step by step towards home. From the side hall came the clear sound of someone casually playing the piano, the melody lingering, seemingly cheerful.

Asano Nazuki paused for a moment; she felt she shouldn’t just run to her room alone and sulk at this time. The best way was to tell the Black-hearted Woman this news, let her understand she was also a loser...

Seeing her shocked and disappointed look, maybe I won’t feel so bad? The girl thought this, gently moving her steps towards the piano room. She pushed open the door, and there Hayakawa Kashi sat quietly, her hands resting on the black and white keys, turning to look at her.

She opened her mouth, suddenly feeling her throat a bit hoarse, the words she had prepared slipping away, and the slight grievance and sadness she had just suppressed seemed to magnify countless times in an instant.

When a child falls alone, they won’t cry or fuss. Only when they see their parents or relatives will they unabashedly vent their emotions. Hayakawa Kashi looked at her younger sister’s strange appearance, involuntarily furrowing her brows, not having time to speak, when the next second, the Little Lolita’s tearful voice reached over.

"Sister..."

"He doesn’t like me... he doesn’t like me..."

A multitude of emotions all surged out; Asano Nazuki’s tears also poured out from her eyes. She leaned against the door, sliding down bit by bit to sit on the floor.

"Sister..."

"Why doesn’t he like me... sob sob sob..."

"I really like him... I changed a lot... I used to have a bad temper... why doesn’t he like me... I... why does he..."

She cried so sadly, much like a child whose beloved toy had been snatched away. Little Arrogant was silent for a while, then walked over and gently crouched down, letting the Little Lolita throw herself into her arms, crying in a mess. The Little Lolita’s sobs were disjointed, even her words were fragmented, ultimately understandable by none, only weakly repeating a line.

"He doesn’t like me..."

"..."

The Little Lolita cried for a long time before her emotions slowly calmed down. Hayakawa Kashi held her sister’s little head and let out a soft sigh.

"It’s not that he doesn’t like you."

"He just doesn’t dare to like you yet."

"Wha... why..."

"Because I would be angry."

"Why would... you be angry."

"Because..." Hayakawa Kashi softly said, "I like him too."