Chapter 953

Outside the field, high school students in twos and threes were looking at the active male high school students on the soccer field.

More than half of them were girls.

Their gaze was mainly focused on the blonde handsome guy on the soccer field; he had become the undisputed center.

It wasn't Lin Ye's first time seeing Hayama Hayato. Like in the original work, he was a cheerful, sunny, handsome guy; it wasn't strange that he was popular.

"Classmate, when does the soccer club's training end this time?"

Lin Ye followed the principle of proximity and asked the nearest high school girl about the training situation of the soccer club where Hayama was.

"About... three minutes left!"

As expected,

Asking these girls was correct.

Lin Ye didn't urge; three minutes, he could wait.

And he looked around a circle and also saw the girls who had sneaked up and hidden behind the corner of the wall nearby.

Seeing Yukinoshita's slightly nervous expression at a glance, he couldn't help but smile.

It was really rare to see such an expression on the girl.

The soccer club's training came to a temporary pause and entered a rest period.

Hayama Hayato sat at the item placement area, took out the water he was carrying, and tilted his head to drink a few mouthfuls, relieving the dryness in his throat.

Several girls watched, wanting to go up, but didn't dare.

Only Lin Ye walked up. At this time, he had already dialed the phone, and Yukinoshita Yukino had already connected.

"Shh..."

Yukinoshita Yukino signaled the girls to keep quiet to avoid attracting the attention of Hayama on Lin Ye's side.

"You are... that international student from Class J."

Hayama Hayato's memory was actually quite good, and he still had a certain impression of this international student from another country in Class J. After all, Lin Ye had once confessed to Yukinoshita, and after being rejected, he had now joined that Service Club.

Just this was enough for him to know someone like Lin Ye.

"Hayama-kun even knows a passerby classmate like me."

"Lin-kun is not a passerby classmate; the status of an international student is enough to make people remember you."

"Hahaha, thank you for your praise."

Lin Ye laughed.

"Lin-kun, you came here to find me, right? What's the matter?"

Hayama Hayato didn't think Lin Ye came here to find trouble for no reason. He immediately thought that Lin Ye had come on the request of Yukinoshita Yukino to ask something or propose some requirement on her behalf.

Other than that, he really couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Someone asked me to ask you something."

"Who?"

"Who is not important."

Hayama Hayato frowned.

But Miura Yumiko on the other end of the phone had her heart in her throat. She thought Lin Ye was going to sell her out.

Fortunately, he didn't.

Lin Ye didn't say her name and chose to keep it confidential.

Otherwise, if Hayama knew, how would she face Hayama in the future?

"Hayama-kun, please help me with this small favor; I will treat you to a meal as thanks."

Lin Ye looked at the man in front of him and began to use his superpower to hypnotize him in a way that was hard to detect.

"I cannot guarantee I will answer you."

Hayama's vigilance was fully raised.

Being able to ask a stranger to ask about his affairs—it couldn't be a small matter.

He felt that the probability of him refusing to answer was the greatest.

"I believe Hayama-kun will answer me. Help me with this small favor; thank you very much."

On the other end of the phone,

Miura Yumiko and the others listened to Lin Ye's simple way of persuasion and fell into silence.

They couldn't believe that Lin Ye could successfully persuade Hayama with just these few words, letting Hayama speak that secret in his heart.

"Lin-kun."

"Please tell me the real situation of why you are sad and uncomfortable!"

"Hmm?"

Lin Ye then spoke again, "A while ago, that is, before the May Day holiday, those days last month, I saw you weren't in a very good mood. Can you tell me the reason? The person who contacted me is very concerned."

Lin Ye asked directly, without a hint of beating around the bush.

"Please answer me, Hayama-kun, sorry for the trouble."

Under Lin Ye's words, Hayama slowly softened from his initial refusal.

And this few seconds of silence caused Miura Yumiko to be unable to help but complain, "How could it be so easy to say it?"

"He is really too confident in himself."

"If it were really this simple, I would have known long ago; would I still need to ask you guys?"

Finally, Miura Yumiko complained about the Service Club together, questioning the Service Club's ability.

Yukinoshita Yukino, as the president, was very dissatisfied.

Although she also felt Lin Ye was too direct and simple, making people feel there was no possibility of getting an answer and completing the request.

But this matter, she could say it, but Miura Yumiko, an outsider, had no qualification to say it.

This was Yukinoshita Yukino's thought.

Don't look at her as cold daily, but she was unexpectedly protective of her own.

Even if Lin Ye wasn't her boyfriend and fiancé, just based on the status of a member, she wanted to protect her member.

"Shut up, listen."

Finally, Yukinoshita couldn't help it and spoke up.

She had already turned off the phone's microphone, so the other side couldn't hear the sound, but this voice still gave Miura Yumiko a fright.

Even Yuigahama Yui and Isshiki Iroha's heartbeats accelerated, looking in astonishment at this black-haired girl who had always been calm and steady.

Yukinoshita Yukino, this ice beauty, seemed... angry!

Miura Yumiko wanted to get angry, but thinking about the inappropriate place and timing, and that the other party was also putting in effort for her request, she finally endured it.

But in her heart, she was still slightly dissatisfied.

As expected,

If she wanted to get the reason for Hayama's bad mood, she had to rely on herself.

Miura Yumiko thought this way.

And at this moment,

Hayama Hayato's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I know, I'll tell you!"

Miura Yumiko slowly projected a question mark.

It was... that simple?

She doubted herself.