Chapter 104: Are You That Itchy?

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Are You That Itchy?When you’re having a run of bad luck, everything you do goes wrong. The train ticket home was paid for by little Hanabi. "Sakura... are you out of money?" After hesitating for a long time, Hanamaru Hanabi carefully asked this question. The swaying train had only a few scattered people, the bright lights illuminating their faces, displaying a fatigued demeanor. Uesugi Sakura, after having a cup of coffee, seemed quite energetic, although his tone was helpless: "Expenses exceed my income, I didn’t have the courage to ask for more allowance." This past half month made him realize one thing, and that is that shopping really costs a lot. Especially seeing little Hanabi glaring at food with such eager eyes, making it impossible to refuse. "Sakura, you can use Hanabi’s money." Hanamaru Hanabi said, every time she wanted to pay, he stopped her. Uesugi Sakura didn’t want to use her money, though she had plenty. But there’s one thing he was really curious about. "How much pocket money do you have now, Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura knew that his father-in-law was very wealthy and generous with his daughter’s allowance, and he was prepared for the answer. After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Hanamaru Hanabi said, "It’s probably around 5 million yen or so..." "Hanabi." Uesugi Sakura suddenly called out. "Sakura, what’s wrong?" Hanamaru Hanabi noticed his gaze was somewhat intense. "How about you support me?" Only Uesugi could say such shameless words. "Okay." Her agreement was so quick that Uesugi Sakura instinctively asked, "Really?" "Really," Hanamaru Hanabi nodded with a smile, holding a blue shoulder bag on her lap with both hands, "Hanabi will work hard at painting to earn lots of money." Uesugi Sakura shook his head, gazing at her adorable face, and changed the topic: "I’m going to participate in the competition." Actually, for him, the word ’competition’ could be said to have nothing to do with him. All past competitions, sports meets, activities, he always avoided them if he could. For compulsory ones, he would choose the simplest participation. That’s why the sports festival has been Uesugi’s least favorite event since he was a child. "Is it the Kyudo competition?" Hanamaru Hanabi blinked and looked at the black bow bag beside his hand, "Actually, Hanabi has never seen Sakura shoot an arrow..." "Next stop, Iidabashi Station, next stop, Iidabashi Station." The train started up, bringing a breeze, and she leaned towards Uesugi Sakura due to inertia. Uesugi Sakura instinctively grabbed her slender arm and smiled as he asked, "Want to come and see?" "Mm." On her little face was an expression of anticipation. —————— Due to being quite poor, Uesugi Sakura decided, as usual, to go to the Hanamaru household for a meal. But before freeloading, he had to drop by his own home. Sliding open the glass door in the living room, he looked up at the gloomy clouds, and Uesugi Sakura opened his backpack, taking out a small tool. [Umbrella that Opens When it Rains] [Usage: Take out to use] [Description: One of the magical umbrellas, a tool stolen from Doraemon.] According to the description, it was something stolen from Doraemon. Then could he steal a time machine? Shaking his head slightly, Uesugi Sakura gave up on this unrealistic idea. Compared to himself, this system was even more of a lazybones. Drawing a time machine from the pit-them-again card pool would be nothing short of a fantasy tale. Might as well water the parched plants first. With a gray-blue umbrella in hand, Uesugi Sakura walked to the two potted Silver Emperor and Silver Queen, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the umbrella. Swish swish swish! Uesugi Sakura’s pupils contracted, feeling his right hand suddenly become heavy, causing him to stumble a step forward. A downpour rained beneath the umbrella, the shadowy figures of raindrops crashed against the silver-gray leaves, and splashes instantly soaked his pant legs. The Silver Emperor and Silver Queen were weighed down to the point of bending their leaves, the soil in their pots knocked into disorder by the rain. "So big!?" Uesugi Sakura quickly reached out with his other hand to find the switch beneath the umbrella and yanked it down. The pattering rain sound vanished instantly. Under the cool evening sunset, was a disheveled ground and the miserable state of the Silver Emperor and Silver Queen couple. Uesugi Sakura glanced at the gray-blue umbrella in his hand and tossed it aside. He discovered that the tool, once taken out, couldn’t be put back. After changing into casual clothes, he went to the neighboring Hanamaru household. The two white lilies at the entrance had already withered, leaving only lonely green leaves. He knocked on the door, and soon there was the sound of footsteps. "Sakura." Hanamaru Hanabi held the door with both hands, her expression as radiant as ever. She had changed into that loose shark T-shirt again, her fair, bare collarbone quite eye-catching. "So white." Hanamaru Hanabi was taken aback: "Sakura... what are you talking about?" Uesugi Sakura pointed to her legs wrapped in white stockings. "Please... come in..." Evidently, the bashful little Hanabi wasn’t very good at handling such words. The large living room was empty. "Where’s Auntie?" Uesugi Sakura asked, sitting on the sofa. "Mom went grocery shopping." Hanamaru Hanabi approached with flower tea, "Mom said Sakura was visiting and wanted to prepare something delicious." "She went grocery shopping?" "Mm." The teacup was placed on the coffee table, making a crisp, slight sound. Uesugi Sakura always felt that Mrs. Hanamaru arrived very timely and left just as timely. In the large living room, there were only two people. The flower tea was steaming, its rich rose fragrance spreading around. The TV was on, with a comedian using absurd antics to make their presence known. Hanamaru Hanabi held her flower tea with both hands, looking straight ahead, her flawlessly delicate features those of a fifteen-year-old girl. Uesugi Sakura moved closer to her, naturally extending his right arm to gently hug her lithe waist. Through the thin T-shirt, his fingers and palm felt a soft, tender sensation. "Sakura..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks flushed red, uncomfortably twisting her waist, setting down the tea cup in her hand. "Tickles..." Uesugi Sakura didn’t have any ulterior motives; he just wanted to hug her, but unexpectedly, his heart started to stir restlessly. He moved a bit closer until the gap between them disappeared entirely. Hanamaru Hanabi’s deeply blushing face was buried low, her gaze dodging, not daring to look at the face closing in beside her. The youthful aura emanating from the girl was truly enjoyable. "Hanabi." "It tickles... Sakura..." "Does it tickle?" "Mm..." Gently supporting her back, Uesugi Sakura laid her horizontally on the brown sofa. Her legs wrapped in white stockings exposed a faint flesh tone, her petite ankles delicate as jade. He fondly stroked her delicate waistline, his face aimed at her tightly closed eyes, speaking softly: "Hanabi, you seem to really like wearing socks of this color recently." Under his ticklish caresses, Hanamaru Hanabi grew increasingly bashful, her heavy breaths becoming stifled. Her timid voice seemed seared, turning sluggish, she answered evasively: "Sakura... mustn’t... touch Hanabi..." "How about a hug?" "A hug... is... okay..."