"…"
"… … … … "
After Hayato finished his pose, Miss Tsubaki and he stared at each other with wide eyes.
The air between the two fell into a long silence, a little quiet and awkward.
Hayato sighed, you see, stinky women just can't understand the romance of Saiyans. If he met someone who knew the ropes, it would already be a mid-door wave of "Garlic Cannon" and "Kamehameha"... …
He lowered his eyes subconsciously. Women are really boring.
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Originally, Miss Tsubaki's breathing became more and more rapid, and her chest began to rise and fall continuously.
She stared, staring at Hayato, who said these absurd words.
Still unable to believe it,
So she spoke, asking as if to confirm:
"You mean... it was you who kidnapped me?"
"That's right, it's me." Hayato said.
"You were the one who placed me here for the past two days?" Miss Tsubaki asked again.
Her pupils, along with her delicate lips, were trembling. Because of being "imprisoned" for two days, her lips were not bloody enough, and because of the terrifying facts at this time, her delicate lips were even paler.
"Yes." Hayato still nodded. He nodded shyly, pursed his lips and smiled: "It seems you have completely understood the situation."
"Then, what about Miyajima Sakura?" Miss Tsubaki grasped the point.
"She should be at home... sleeping?" Hayato said. Miyajima Sakura told him that she had a habit of napping on her days off.
"…" A hanging heart was completely let go.
However, the matter did not end there.
Miss Tsubaki raised her eyes and looked at Hayato from bottom to top.
There was a fierceness in her gaze that was rare on her.
She looked toward the other side.
That was the thing that had just been used to seal her mouth.
"I must clarify, I did not instruct that," Hayato said. "I only told her to make sure you kept quiet."
He didn't have such depraved tastes; stuffing that thing in was entirely the fault of the temporary worker he hired... which is to say, Aiya Yayoi's terrible idea.
Although he had told Hayato to seal Miyajima Tsubaki's mouth to avoid trouble and ensure she didn't make a sound, he had only imagined tearing off a piece of tape.
Who knew that, in a moment of... urgency, she would buy such a small tool?
Who cares about you!
Miyajima Tsubaki yelled internally, then she leaned her body and lunged toward Hayato.
Damn you!
Her head performed a wild, pig-like charge.
Hayato immediately executed a back-hop, dodging Miyajima Tsubaki's attack.
"Haha! You missed!"
*Thump*, the disheveled Miyajima mother fell headfirst.
Because her hands and feet were bound and she lacked sufficient core strength, she could only flop like a carp doing a'Splash Jump,' unable to get up.
She could only glare at Hayato with hateful eyes... Damn it, damn him.
He deceived her feelings, kept her heart lodged in her throat for two whole days, and treated her like this...
She had originally thought it was a wicked scheme by Snake Mound George, and truly hadn't expected the mastermind to be this guy.
When she entered this terrifying truck compartment with the woman in the baseball cap, the only face that flashed before her eyes, besides her concern for Sakura and her father, was his...
There was a feeling of grievance from being betrayed by someone she trusted.
Miyajima Tsubaki bit her lip, stubbornly holding back, refusing to let her tears spill out.
"...Sakura, why did she send me a text message?" Miyajima Tsubaki asked, inquiring about the whole story.
Although she forced herself to hold back, her words still came out of her throat with a thick, sticky quality.
"Oh, I used her phone to send it."
"I haven't been home for so many days, didn't Sakura look for me?"
"Don't worry, I took your phone and sent her a text message saying you were in the hospital."
Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes widened even further,
"You—you actually lied to both sides."
Hayato suddenly sighed, meeting Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes very seriously.
The burning intensity in his gaze made Miyajima Tsubaki momentarily forget her anger and grief after a brief pause.
"Miss Tsubaki, how can you call this a lie?" Hayato said softly. "I have a reason for doing this... Think about it, I tricked you into coming here but haven't done anything to you, and I've kept it from Senior Miyajima so she wouldn't be sad... If I were just simply lying to you, what would I gain?"
That's true.
The fierce flames burning in Miyajima Tsubaki's chest were mostly extinguished.
There must be a reason for him doing this.
She decided to hear him out for now.
She took two deep breaths; there was even the sound of sniffling.
Then she saw Hayato quirk his mouth,
"Yes, I gained happiness," he said.
Miyajima Tsubaki:...Bastard!
The fierce flames burned even more intensely.
This—this scoundrel...!
"That's for lying to me before." Hayato pointed down at her condescendingly: "This is revenge, this is payback."
"How did I—"
"Sawamura-senpai, are you burning bridges so quickly?" Hayato smiled coldly.
"..." Tsubaki had nothing to say.
After remaining silent for a while, she spoke again, trying to justify herself: "I did that for Sakura, and—and also..."
Hayato continued to sneer coldly:
"In your eyes, it was indeed for Senior Miyajima. But during the time you suddenly disappeared, I was searching everywhere for your trace... Just like the torment you've suffered these past two days, I've merely returned all those feelings back to you."
Miyajima Tsubaki's expression dimmed slightly.
So... was she the one who was wrong first?
Indeed, disappearing at that time seemed to her to be for the good of both of them, and for Sakura, but in the eyes of the young man before her, she had simply evaporated from the world without reason.
He really was worried... and perhaps the ordeal she suffered today was truly what she deserved.
Miyajima Tsubaki began to blame herself.
But then she tilted her head.
Wait, no.
Although what she did that time was excessive, she didn't use methods like imprisonment or kidnapping, nor did she actively disclose the information "something happened to me" to the young man.
Although the other party was worried, it stemmed mostly from imagination.
The feeling that their respective actions gave the other was like this:
Tsubaki: I want a divorce, don't look for me again.
An: I'm going to slaughter you, slaughter your daughter, and then slaughter your father.
The degree of fear induced by the latter was worlds apart from the former.
How did this guy manage to portray the situation as if he were the victim?
Miyajima Tsubaki gasped, sucking in a cold breath, and thought of a recently popular term.
He's trying to manipulate me! He wants to manipulate me!
And he almost succeeded.
Seeing Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes gradually regain clarity, and her self-blame transform into deep hatred, Hayato nodded in satisfaction.
See? This is the gap in intelligence.
If it were Sanada Minako or Hinata Sae, they would definitely be wagging their tails right now, asking him to hit them.
"Gaining happiness is the main reason," Hayato then said. "Bringing you here also has a slight secondary reason."
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