Chapter 95: Baseball (1/2)

Until they went to the crowded place the boys who followed her slowly dispersed themselves.

The Kendo girl finally sighed with relieved.

“Looks like our little Rumi starts to have some fans,” Masashi grinningly said.

“Fool, the male fans of Rumi are like flies in this school, you think they are only here?” Kazumi rolled her eyes.

“Actually, it is not like that, senior don’t listen to Kazumi’s nonsense.” The young Kendo girl shyly said.

“It is a good thing that someone shows interest in you, it shows our little girl has grown up. We have walked this far, let us get some drinks.” Masashi proposed.

The two girls nodded their heads and then walked toward the classroom building.

“Kazumi, what time is it now?” Halfway through their destination, Rumi suddenly asked Kazumi.

“It’s 10 past 10. Is there something wrong?” Kazumi looked at her watch and asked.

“Oh no, I almost forgot. I promised the coach to go to the Baseball field at 10 o’clock. I am doomed, he’s going to scold me this time.” Rumi wrinkled her beautiful face and said.

“If you go there now it should be fine, you want me to go with you?” Kazumi held her hand and comforted her.

“No, I can go there myself. Senior, enjoy your drink with Kazumi, don’t wait for me. I have to go now.” With that, she ran in the direction of Baseball field in a hurry.

“What a cheeky little devil, just said she has now grown up, turns out she is still the same.” Masashi looked at her back and said.

“But this Rumi is cute. Don’t you think?” Kazumi said.

“Always promoting other people, if you would smile more often, you are also very cute,” Masashi smiled as he twisted her cheek.

Kazumi slapped his hand away and scolded with a smile: “Indecent guy. Please, don’t use the word ‘cute’ to describe me. That will only lower other people’s appetite.”

“You are mistaken. Boys will only lose their appetite if they are pregnant. Actually, all girls are cute, the only difference is people will not appreciate them. In my eyes, you are a cute girl, and no less than Rumi.” Masashi said as he looked her in the eyes.

“Fool, let’s go. Didn’t you say you wanted something to drink?” Kazumi lowered her head to grasp his arm and said.

“Em.” Masashi was pulled by her and continued to move forward.

‘Hateful guy, always saying things that make me cry,’ Kazumi scolded him in her heart.

When the two people went to the front of the school building they suddenly saw the magnificently decorated wooden stage in front of it. On top, several boys and girls were performing a live theater. Below the stage, there was a crowd of students watching.

“Yes, I remember on the last school festival you said you attended a live theater as one of the performers. Although in the end you did not participate, what role were you supposed to play?”

“How could you still remember such a trivial thing,” Kazumi said.

“I have no other choice, my memory is that good.”

“I am not going to tell you.” Kazumi rolled her eyes at him and said with a smile.

Masashi smiled but did not pursue the matter anymore. He liked this lively and spirited Kazumi.

When they were looking for a place to sit and have a drink, they found a decorated ice cream parlor on the second floor and went inside the classroom.

“Welcome.” To see someone came in, several cute girls wearing maid uniform showed their bright smile and bowed to them.