Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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This made her very unhappy!

So she started rolling around on the sofa.

As Su Qing pressed the power button, the water in the kettle began to boil.

"It's easy."

Without offering any reassurance to Hiratsuka Shizuka, Su Qing simply smiled faintly and inflicted a few more cuts on the wound.

"It's boring, it's boring."

Parents born in the 00s often resort to giving up when their children cry and throw tantrums.

That is, sitting on the ground browsing Douyin or launching a game.

Anyway, the child will stop crying when they're tired of crying.

So, when Hiratsuka Shizuka got tired of rolling, she stopped.

"You've been in the Service Department for about a month now, haven't you?" Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly became serious.

"It's been almost two months." Su Qing replied, unsure why the other person was suddenly bringing it up.

"Two months already? Time really flies..." Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed softly. "Do you remember the first time I asked you how you felt about Yukinoshita?"

"A very interesting student." Su Qing naturally remembered him.

"Your explanation is ridiculous, since you were clearly in the same year..." Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't dwell on the matter any longer and continued to ask, "Is that how it's being evaluated now?"

"It's hard to say now."

"Have you fallen for someone else?" Hiratsuka Shizuka raised an eyebrow and smiled maliciously.

"What kind of strange saying is that?" Su Qing was speechless as she explained:

"She is like a rough gem waiting to be sculpted; only after it is finished can we give her the most appropriate evaluation."

"So the reason you agreed to join the Service Club that day was to personally carve this rough gem?" Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly laughed.

"How could that be? Back then, I just thought the club was a bit interesting."

While waiting for the water to boil, Su Qing also sat down.

"To become a fine piece of jade, one must rely on the raw jade itself to shape it. After all, even the most identical raw jade pieces may end up as different ornaments."

Su Qing reminisced about her time in the Service Department as she spoke eloquently.

"For example?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked with a knowing smile, resting her chin on her hand.

"Bracelets, jade pendants, thumb rings... there are many choices, it all depends on what the other person wants to become."

"Oh~ I see." Hiratsuka Shizuka exclaimed in sudden realization, then stood up, adjusted her non-existent glasses, and, as if possessed by a famous detective, excitedly said:

"So you're manipulating the snow to become the shape you want, isn't that right!"

"What would that mean to me?" Su Qing retorted.

"Yes...it seems there really is no motive." Hiratsuka Shizuka sat down dejectedly, it seemed her dream of becoming a detective had been shattered.

“At first I thought the other party had established the service department with a very clear purpose, but after getting to know them, I found that this was not the case.”

The water boiled at this point, and Su Qing unceremoniously took out two cups and poured half of each into one.

Because of the water temperature, the two did not drink it immediately.

"is it?"

"Isn't that right? Just like I said, she's like a rough diamond right now. Although she has excellent potential, she's still confused about what kind of ornament she should become."

In fact, Su Qing had already noticed this when she was commissioned to work on the timber pedestal.

This is why he told Yukino and the others what kind of "self" he expected them to eventually become.

In fact, that was mostly said to Yukino.

As for Hikigaya, Yui, and the others, it was just something they casually mentioned.

But now it seems that old sayings may not be reliable.

At the very least, Su Qing could foresee the following future situation:

A willow planted unintentionally will grow into a shady tree; a flower planted with care will also bloom.

"Yes... Even those as outstanding as snow can fall into confusion. But even so, that child remained strong, stubbornly continuing to move forward. Even if she was all alone."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's face showed a look of reminiscence, which then turned into a relieved smile:

"However, she is no longer alone. I suppose... one day in the future she will be able to find the so-called 'real thing'."

The real thing...?

"Then, teacher, do you know what a 'real thing' is?"

"Oh, are you curious about the real thing too?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was no longer bothered by Su Qing's bad habit of only calling her "teacher" when she needed something; instead, she revealed a sly smile.

"I'm not that curious," Su Qing said calmly, withdrawing her gaze.

He wouldn't believe the answer he'd been searching for all these years, even if someone came up to him and whispered it in his ear.

It's less about disbelief and more about disdain.

Only answers found by oneself can be considered "true".

"Come on, call me Hiratsuka-sensei a hundred times, and I'll tell you what to do!" Hiratsuka Shizuka said smugly, raising her leg high and crossing her arms.

"Obedience test? Find Hachiman for that kind of boring experiment. Also, here's a hint: you only need to threaten him a little and he'll obediently listen to you."

"Huh? Aren't you betraying your friends?!" Shizuka Hiratsuka, full of a sense of justice, would not tolerate such behavior.

"Then you're a human trafficker. Remember to turn yourself in." After taking a sip of her drink, Su Qing felt there was nothing more to talk about and decided to leave.

"Damn it, I'm a proud teacher!" Hiratsuka Shizuka cursed angrily.

Its lethality is 0.

"See you tomorrow." Su Qing waved her hand, clearly not caring.

Seeing Su Qingzhen leave, Hiratsuka Shizuka's calm voice suddenly echoed in the small living room:

"If one day you feel empathy, familiarity, pity, respect, jealousy, and feelings beyond these for a girl, then it's definitely more than just liking her."

Therefore, we cannot be separated, we cannot part.

Even if they are separated by a distance, they will still be attracted to each other over time.

That might be called—[the genuine article].

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Su Qing slowly turned around. At that moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka straightened up and their eyes met.

"So, did I manage to help you in any way? I haven't let you down as your teacher, have I?"

She possesses a unique cheerfulness, mixed with a touch of gentleness and tenderness.

now.

That's how Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled.

The indoor lights spilled down, draping over her shoulders and falling on every strand of her cascading hair.

"What if the distance is very far?" Su Qing asked.

“No matter how far. It has nothing to do with distance,” Hiratsuka Shizuka emphasized.

“What if… we were separated by a world?” Su Qing asked again.

"What do you mean?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, her smile fading as she frowned.

Su Qing shook her head, but did not continue the topic.

Before a jade artifact is formed, it is called a raw material.

If each person is merely a different piece of raw material, and each person's individual steps in opening, extracting, rough grinding, fine grinding, and polishing the jade differ, then in the end, each can become a unique piece of jade.

Following this line of thought, the only way to create a genuine artifact... would probably be to carve it myself.

The footsteps faded away once more, without pausing for a moment.

"But... thank you anyway, teacher."

The moment the door opened, the evening breeze that swept in still brought a genuine flutter of emotion to the young man.

"What a troublesome brat..." Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her head in annoyance, but quickly corrected herself, sighing:

"No, it's precisely because he's not like a brat that it's so troublesome..."

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PS:

This section is now complete.

Chapter Sixteen mainly contains various descriptions, both overt and covert, which might take some getting used to.

Although no one has given any feedback yet qaq

However, things will return to normal starting tomorrow.

Chapter 194 Dating Tips (1)

"Wait a moment, who is it?"

A few days later, on a fine morning, the weather was lovely.

Su Qing returned from his morning run as usual and finished showering. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, a slightly hesitant knock came from the entrance hall.

The reason for the hesitation was that the frequency of the knocking was clearly abnormal.

A normal person's knocking sound is usually a short and forceful "thump-thump-thump."

But each knock on the door was spaced out with a period of time, as if each knock required careful consideration before finally mustering the courage.

Who is it?

Su Qing immediately thought of Mahiru, who was practically a regular at his house.

But that shouldn't be the case; the other party had a key to his house a long time ago.

Could it be lost?

No, that possibility is too small.

So, is it someone else?

Su Qing immediately became alert.

Upon reaching the entrance hall, the knocking stopped after he responded, and there was no sound from outside.

Speaking of which, aren't there electronic doorbells?

Su Qing became increasingly cautious, carefully peering through the peephole, and then a familiar head of long, flaxen hair came into view.

"Mahiru? Is something the matter?"

After confirming who it was, Su Qing no longer hesitated, opened the door directly, and asked curiously.

In the past, Mahiru would only visit me in the afternoon after school, and there was no precedent for her coming to see me at that time, even on weekends or holidays.

"Well... actually, nothing special."

Mahiru's voice was soft and low, somewhat different from her usual self.

Given her personality, she would probably squint slightly, puff out her cheeks like a squirrel, and childishly ask, "Can't I come if there's nothing wrong?"

But at this moment, she appeared unusually reserved.

Now it seems, could it be that he really did lose the key he gave him, which is why he did this?

"There's still quite a while before class starts, would you like to come in and sit down for a bit?"

Noticing the backpack that Mahiru was carrying, Su Qing still extended an invitation.

For some reason, Mahiru's hands remained hidden behind her back, making her seem somewhat uneasy. "Well... then I'll take my leave," she replied softly, her voice tinged with shyness.

"Do you think this is your first time at my house?" Su Qing smiled, and only slowly closed the door after Mahiru entered.

But as he closed the door, he heard a series of hurried footsteps beside him.

When Su Qing turned around with a puzzled look, Mahiru was already gone, presumably already sitting on the sofa.