Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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You frowned slightly, but didn't seem to care much.

After finding the soft-bristled brush in the corner, I discovered that it was completely bald due to improper maintenance.

However, your skills are really good, and even so you are still confident that you can squeeze out its remaining value one more time.

Just when you were feeling fortunate.

Toothpaste is gone too.

Your brow furrows, but then quickly relaxes.

Luckily, a convenience store happened to open near my home.

You know that's where you can find what you want.

Change your clothes and put on your shoes.

The only thing missing was that familiar silver ring.

House seemingly endless rain.

As luck would have it, it started to drizzle just as I was about to leave.

You're not sure if the rain will get heavier.

Just like you're unsure if the convenience store is open right now.

Even if it opens, will it happen to have the toothpaste and soft-bristled brush that I want?

Let's wait for the rain to stop.

You muttered to yourself, closed the door, and went back inside.

It rained the next day.

Don't go.

On the third day, there was a strong wind.

Don't go.

The fourth day was sunny.

Don't go.

Day ...

Forget it, I don't seem to feel uncomfortable not wearing a ring these days.

You have to wipe it every now and then, and even you feel a bit tired.

I tried my best.

I wiped it clean.

Nothing can be done.

It would be great if it didn't rain on the first day.

Anyway, the original intention was to keep it at home to appreciate, so it doesn't really matter whether I wear it or not, right?

You comfort yourself in this way.

After a few days, the silver ring seemed to have become even darker.

I didn't pay much attention to it.

Following my memory, I found another silver ring that didn't fit.

You open the drawer and fall silent.

The other one was also jet black.

It was even darker than the one in my hand.

The bottomless darkness.

"Ah...so this one also needs maintenance." You smiled helplessly, but didn't say anything more.

He put the ring on his hand into the drawer, thoughtfully placing the two rings together.

Ok?

The two deep black rings now looked like a pair.

But you know.

After polishing, they're no longer a pair.

"Kang Dang"

The drawer closed with a click.

"Kang Dang"

That concludes the story of the silver ring.

……

"You must cherish this ring very much, right?" Su Qing asked with a smile after noticing Huizi's actions.

“Yes, I clean it every now and then. Although it’s not expensive, it was the first ring Xiongjun gave me.” Huizi gently stroked the ring, her tender eyes filled with memories.

"The first one? That makes it quite a memorable one," Su Qing said. "The cleaning process shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"It's no trouble at all, just a few minutes."

"You can't say that. Little by little, it adds up. A few minutes over several decades is probably unimaginable to outsiders," Su Qing flattered.

"It's not that exaggerated," Huizi shook her head, not quite agreeing with Su Qing's explanation.

"The power of habit is terrifying." Su Qing shook his head and explained, "It's easy at first, anyone can do it with a moment of enthusiasm."

The key is consistency. Even something as simple as regularly cleaning your rings is something remarkable if you can stick to it for decades.

At least, that's what I think.

"Child, your name is... Su Qing, right?" Huizi asked after a moment of silence.

Su Qing nodded.

"If it's convenient, could you tell me which two words they are?"

“Su as in 'awakening,' and Qing as in 'awakening,'” Su Qing said softly.

"Oh...is that so?" Keiko murmured to herself, "But...without a moment of passion, there is no prologue. And without a prologue, how can there be an epilogue?"

"Who knows?" Su Qing shrugged. "My teacher is still waiting for me, so I'll go now. Take care."

"Yes, take her home to rest early." Keiko's smile remained gentle.

Only after Su Qing left did she stop smiling and show worry on her face.

"Is passion alone... not enough? Or..."

Chapter 190 Filters and Prisons

enthusiasm?

Even a three-minute burst of enthusiasm can be considered genuine passion, but it's fleeting, like a flash in the pan, lasting only three minutes.

The probability theory practiced by ordinary people is quite interesting.

Excluding those who are being hooked up with advances, there are only two possibilities for a confession.

To agree or to be rejected.

That's a probability as high as 50%!

It's much better than the server-wide guaranteed drop mechanism in the game "Three Kingdoms Kill".

So, it's also interesting to like something.

Because all the person you like needs to do is confess and vent their feelings.

However, the person being liked feels somewhat insecure and anxious.

Eh...you like me?

real or fake?

What do you like about me?

If they don't get a response, they will become suspicious and distrustful of this affection.

But once an answer is received...

In the future, there will inevitably be more concerns about how to get along with each other.

Even if they didn't accept it.

If she likes my gentleness, she will unconsciously think about the tone, attitude, and even the volume of her voice before she even speaks a word.

If she likes my kindness, she has to try her best to appear even kinder every time she feeds stray cats.

As night fell, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Did my actions today shatter the positive image she had of me?

Distorted, contradictory, hypocritical, pretentious.

A burden you can't let go of, an idea you care about too much.

That's strange, it shouldn't be like this.

Even I hate myself.

then.

He vowed to return to himself the next day.

then.

As dawn breaks, the rooster crows.

then.

After all this time, it's just a repeat of yesterday.

In the eyes of others, it should be viewed through a hazy, rainbow-colored filter.

But in the end, it was nothing more than a prison that confined the self.

A gray prison.

……

As for Su Qing, he wouldn't say he liked enthusiasm, but he wouldn't say he disliked it either.

So-called enthusiasm is, in the end, just a momentary passion.

Like the rising sun, burning brightly as it climbs to the mountaintop, bathed in its blazing morning light.

Like the setting sun, fading away as it descends the mountain and disappears into the desolate afterglow.

The sun will not shine high forever.

Therefore.

No one can be enthusiastic forever.

Su Qing walked towards the dining table without stopping.

Even if you don't know the answer, it's still much more reassuring than standing still.

"let's go?"

Approaching Hiratsuka Shizuka's side, I looked down at this teacher in name only. She was still rational, resting her head on her arm.

Then, Su Qing called out softly.

"Go? I haven't had enough yet! Kiyoko, bring me more wine!" Hiratsuka Shizuka mumbled incoherently, but thankfully she didn't say anything strange.

"Ms. Keiko is about to close up shop. How about this, next time you come, I'll definitely have a nice drink with you, okay?"

Fearing that forcibly taking Hiratsuka Shizuka away would provoke resistance, Su Qing chose to strategically offer a few words of reassurance.

"Closing so early? Fine. But you said it yourself. Next time, let's drink until we're completely drunk!" Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a silly grin, her almond-shaped eyes still blurry.