Haru looked up at Yui Yuigahama.
He saw Yui Yuigahama sitting under a tree with her head down, looking somewhat dejected.
"Could Dango be jealous..."
Haru vaguely sensed something.
Last time at the amusement park, when he made such an "unreasonable" request, Yui had gathered courage to comply, making Haru realize that Dango definitely had considerable affection for him.
Seeing him and Yukino doing such absurd things with her own eyes, feeling hurt would be perfectly normal.
So even without worrying about Yui Yuigahama betraying Yukino, Haru still came looking. He felt he needed to explain, lest the food in his bowl slip away—that would be terrible.
Considering his words carefully, Haru slowly spoke: "Yuigahama, why did you run here?"
Yui Yuigahama's delicate body trembled, then she looked up at Haru in panic, her pretty face immediately showing a stiff smile: "Ha-Haru, how did you find this place?"
While speaking, she unconsciously lowered her head, seemingly hiding something, but how could she conceal it from Haru's eyes?
The moment she looked up, Haru saw her beautiful eyes were red, with tears at the corners.
Now Haru was completely certain of his guess. Sighing, he said: "Yuigahama, you saw it, didn't you?"
"I... I didn't..."
Yui Yuigahama stammered, trying to deny it, but feeling Haru's unquestionable gaze, her pretty face couldn't help but squeeze out a stiff smile: "Haru, please don't worry. I won't tell anyone about you two."
"Wait..."
Just as Haru was about to explain, he saw Yui Yuigahama suddenly freeze, and at the same time, he sensed the sound of something cutting through air from behind.
"Stay away from Yui!"
An angry female voice approached from far to near, accompanied by a fierce flying kick.
"Wait, Yumiko—Haru, dodge quickly!"
Yui Yuigahama reacted and immediately shouted in panic.
Haru raised an eyebrow, calmly extended his right hand, slowly turned around, and gently caught a slender leg.
Then he saw that familiar face—Yumiko Miura was currently glaring at him with fury, her flying kick pose quite impressive.
However, when her leg was caught by Haru, under her pleated skirt, a glimpse of blue fabric entered Haru's field of vision.
Yumiko Miura's furious face immediately froze, then showed a blush, her beautiful eyes filled with shame and anger: "Disgusting guy, where are you looking? Let go of me! Close your eyes!"
"Tsk."
Haru curled his lips. He hadn't expected Yumiko Miura to have shy moments—he'd always thought this woman lacked femininity.
"Haru..."
Yui Yuigahama also spoke up frantically, giving Haru pleading eyes: "Could you please let go of Yumiko first?"
"Yui, don't beg that scumbag!" Hearing this, Yumiko Miura, who had been angrily demanding Haru release her, immediately became furious: "Haru, you bastard! How dare you bully Yui—I'll never forgive you!"
"Wait, Yumiko, you misunderstood."
Yui Yuigahama hurriedly explained: "I wasn't bullied by Haru."
"Yui, don't make excuses for this scumbag. If you weren't bullied, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Yumiko Miura said through gritted teeth, then glared at Haru with shame and anger: "Scumbag, how long do you want to keep looking? Let go of me! Disgusting!"
"What a ridiculous person." Haru raised an eyebrow. Although he knew Yumiko Miura was acting out of misunderstanding, being accused repeatedly by this arrogant person would anger even a clay figure.
Haru had originally wanted to make Yumiko Miura suffer more before letting her go, but then he felt Yui Yuigahama's gaze full of weak pleading, humble to the extreme.
Haru sighed. For Dango's sake, he'd let this woman off.
He released his hand, and Yumiko Miura immediately pulled back her leg, frantically covering her pleated skirt with her hands, then quickly ran in front of Yui Yuigahama, alertly keeping distance between Yui and Haru.
"Just because you're good at fighting doesn't mean you can bully people everywhere!"
Yumiko Miura glared fiercely at Haru, saying through gritted teeth: "Even if students can't handle you, I'll tell the teachers!"
If other Class F students were here hearing Yumiko Miura's words, they'd probably be shocked speechless.
The always arrogant popular queen Yumiko Miura couldn't act arrogant at all when facing Haru, even resorting to elementary school tactics like threatening to tell teachers.
Such a weak image absolutely shouldn't appear on Yumiko Miura.
But who told Yumiko Miura she was facing Haru? Not only had he repeatedly made her suffer, ruthlessly making her cry on the tennis court, but he'd also stuffed three second-year seniors into toilet bowls.
No matter how arrogant, Yumiko Miura didn't think her status could compare to those three basketball club seniors. If even they were taught such harsh lessons by Haru, what about her?
So Yumiko Miura couldn't be arrogant at all.
Looking at this person putting on airs, Haru found it somewhat amusing.
However, after this incident, he had a somewhat better impression of Yumiko Miura. This person wasn't just trying to be a popular queen surrounded by stars—when facing a friend being "bullied," she would unhesitatingly stand up, even daring to face him, the big demon king.
Such courage wasn't something everyone had.
"Yumiko, you really misunderstood."
Yui Yuigahama looked at Yumiko Miura with emotion, then hurriedly explained: "I really wasn't bullied by Haru. Haru was just worried about me..."
After Yui Yuigahama's brief explanation.
Yumiko Miura finally realized she had truly misunderstood.
Realizing this, her pretty face immediately became awkward.
She didn't know how to face Haru.
She knew her earlier misunderstanding was wrong and should apologize to Haru according to common sense, but because Haru had taught her such a harsh lesson last time, she hated him with gritted teeth and couldn't bring herself to bow to this enemy.
For a moment, Yumiko Miura didn't know what to say.
Yui Yuigahama was best at reading people's expressions and clearly understood Yumiko Miura's current awkward mood. She instinctively wanted to change the subject to skip this matter: "Yumiko, Haru, it's getting late. We should hurry back to the classroom."
"Yes, class is starting soon. We should go back quickly."
Yumiko Miura breathed a sigh of relief, immediately taking the escape route and preparing to leave.
However, the next moment, her heart sank.
"Wait."
Haru suddenly spoke, snorting coldly as he looked at Yumiko Miura: "Miura, attacking a classmate without explanation and making baseless accusations—such unreasonable behavior, you don't think changing the subject can make it seem like it never happened, do you?"
Although he appreciated Yumiko Miura's action of protecting Yui Yuigahama, right was right and wrong was wrong. The fact that Yumiko Miura attacked Haru was real, and Haru didn't think letting her off would make her grateful.
He had to make this arrogant woman learn a lesson.
Haru dealt with matters, not people. He wouldn't easily forgive someone just because they were a woman. He had no intention of being gallant—he hadn't even easily let Yukino off, let alone Yumiko Miura.
Yumiko Miura's pretty face immediately stiffened as she realized trouble.
"Haru..."
Yui Yuigahama looked at Haru worriedly, still wanting to speak for Yumiko Miura—
"Yui, this is between her and me. Don't interfere."
Haru said unquestionably.
Yui Yuigahama's pretty face stiffened slightly, her heart becoming somewhat panicked. After all, this was the first time Haru had called her by name.
For a moment, she felt a secret joy and shyness in her heart, but then became conflicted.
Haru intimately calling her "Yui" made her happy, but right now she was more worried about Haru making things difficult for Yumiko Miura.
Hearing Haru's firm tone, she didn't know what to do and could only look at Yumiko Miura with concern.
"I was just acting out of misunderstanding." Yumiko Miura bit her lips, looking at Haru weakly and stubbornly.
She naturally knew apologizing would be better now, but she was very unwilling to apologize to Haru.
After all, the biggest embarrassment of her life was on that tennis court last time. For several days after, Yumiko Miura had nightmares about being bullied by Haru.
Therefore, making her apologize to Haru was absolutely impossible.
"Misunderstanding? Ha, have you thought about what would happen if it weren't me but someone else who got kicked like that?"
Haru sneered: "They might fall headfirst to the ground, hit their head on a rock, and die on the spot. Then you'd be guilty of manslaughter. Manslaughter also gets you sentenced, understand?"
"It's not as serious as you're making it out to be!" Yumiko Miura looked at Haru with fury, feeling he was deliberately finding excuses to target her.
He even brought up manslaughter—could he be any more shameless?
"Besides, you already dodged it, didn't you? Do you have to be so petty?" Yumiko Miura said through gritted teeth.
"Sorry, but I am that petty." Haru snorted coldly: "When you do something wrong, you should at least know how to say the word 'sorry,' right? Do you think everyone is like those students you've bullied who don't dare speak up and won't hold it against you?"
"When have I ever bullied anyone? Stop slandering me!" Yumiko Miura gritted her teeth, though her voice grew somewhat guilty.
As the popular queen, while she wouldn't go so far as to bully others, she had indeed used her influence to pressure people. Those ordinary students naturally didn't dare voice any protests against her.
But unexpectedly, her popular status lost all its luster when facing Haru, repeatedly suffering setbacks.
"Whether I'm slandering you or not, you know clearly."
Haru chuckled: "Just like now—you clearly know you did something wrong, yet you refuse to apologize. How can you have the nerve to say you've never done such things?"
"I-will-never-apologize-to-you!"
Yumiko Miura trembled with anger, speaking each word deliberately in a low voice, her beautiful eyes red as she glared at Haru with resentment.
Never in her life had she been treated so excessively. For a moment, she felt both angry and wronged, her eyes unconsciously becoming moist.
If looks could kill, Haru would probably have been torn apart by Yumiko Miura's current gaze.
"Haru—" Yui Yuigahama really couldn't watch anymore, looking at Haru with displeasure, wanting to plead for Yumiko Miura.
Haru didn't look at Yui Yuigahama. Today he was determined to teach Yumiko Miura a lesson.
He was just a petty man—so what?
"Won't apologize? Then how do you plan to account for kicking me?"
Haru looked at Yumiko Miura and snorted coldly.
"Fine, you can kick me back then!"
Yumiko Miura said through gritted teeth.
At this moment, she hated the Haru before her to death. Even if Haru kicked her hard, she absolutely wouldn't apologize to him.
"Is that so?"
Haru chuckled.
Then he walked toward a rock nearby.
This rock was over half a meter tall, nearly a meter in both length and width.
Both Yumiko Miura and Yui Yuigahama were stunned.
They didn't understand what Haru was doing.
The next moment.
They saw Haru casually step on the rock.
Crack.
With Haru's foot as the center, the sizeable rock developed spider web-like cracks, the fractures instantly spreading and covering the entire rock.
Rumble!
Then the rock crumbled, turning into debris on the ground, dust flying everywhere.
Yumiko Miura and Yui Yuigahama's pretty faces immediately froze.
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