My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"Natsu, I only have one love in my heart. I'm right here, by your side, loving you 24 hours a day. I love you whether I'm studying or playing. Please hold on tight to me who loves you, and keep a close eye on Jingu Nao, or she will disappear."

When he recalled those confessions, and after receiving a healthy minotaur heart, the palpitations that had never occurred before returned.

Jingu Nao only has me in her heart, but how many people do I have in my heart?

Arina Hashimoto, Nao Jingu, the sexy fox, and Miyuki.

When Shirakawa Natsu thought of Miyuki, she glanced at her again and saw her driving, the lights from outside the window illuminating her handsome face.

Cross out Miyuki; the two only had a purely transactional relationship.

The "fox" part is crossed out; the two only had a purely physical relationship without any emotional involvement.

At most, it's just possessiveness that develops over time.

"Really..." Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to think about it anymore. Compared to Jingu Nao, he was really not pure.

After finishing her story, Miyuki didn't continue the conversation and returned to her apartment with mixed feelings.

Shirakawa Natsu opened the door, quickly kicked off her shoes, and ran to her room to start packing her luggage.

Miyuki followed behind him, glancing at him as they passed his room: "Want to go on a trip?"

“Yes, Osas.” Shirakawa Natsu hurriedly stuffed clothes into his suitcase. He had heard it was very cold there, and he didn’t know what to bring. He would buy them later.

"I thought you'd lose track of time," Mikoto laughed. "Have you made up your mind?"

Shirakawa Natsu gave him a look as if he were an idiot: "Reality isn't a melodramatic TV series where you have to be prepared for something before you go looking for the female lead and then miss your chance. In this situation, of course you should stop her first and think about the rest later."

"..." Mikoto glanced at him with a complicated expression, then left and returned to her room.

Shirakawa Natsu packed her personal belongings and hurriedly left the apartment, taking a taxi to the apartment where Jingu Nao lived.

As he got off the bus, he felt his heart pounding.

But the room was dark, and the darkness calmed his racing heart.

He checked the half-pen tip he had slipped under the door; it remained there quietly, indicating that no one had come after he left.

"Where did that guy go?" Shirakawa Natsu muttered to herself, then leaned against the wall and sat down.

Sitting on the suitcase with the uneven wall behind me was irritating to my skin and not very comfortable.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't care about any of that. After calming down, her mind was filled with the image of Jingu Nao.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that this girl might actually disappear from his life.

When did I start taking her love for granted?

Why do I feel that I don't need to give my whole heart, and that I can just enjoy the feeling of being loved?

A breeze blows by, and even the summer evening breeze carries a touch of coolness.

Shirakawa Karen pulled up her sleeves, shrank back a little, and rested her chin on her knees.

He wasn't sure if he could wait for Jingu Nao here, but he certainly wouldn't be able to sleep at home.

He figured he might as well wait here; he wasn't willing to give up any chance.

Night fell quickly, and some late-night apartment residents saw Shirakawa Natsu squatting in a corner.

Fortunately, he was good-looking and had a suitcase with him, making him look like a pitiful person who had been kicked out of his home by his girlfriend.

After casting sympathetic glances, they left.

Shirakawa Natsu felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Although the position was very uncomfortable, she could no longer open her eyelids. After staggering a few times, she curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

The evening breeze was a bit cool, and Shirakawa Natsu hugged herself tightly as she slept.

A beautiful figure slowly appeared beside him; it was Nao Jingu, with a smile on her face.

She covered Shirakawa Natsu's body with a thin veil, squatted down beside him, rested her head on her lap, and smiled as she looked at Shirakawa Natsu's sleeping face, carefully memorizing the shape of his eyebrows and the contours of his face.

Occasionally, passersby would see the couple and smile knowingly, feeling a renewed sense of hope for love in the metropolis of Tokyo.

Shirakawa Natsu was awakened by a commotion. It was the cleaning staff working hard in the morning. When they saw him, they smiled and waved.

Shirakawa Natsu took out her phone and glanced at the time; it was only a little past six in the morning.

It was already getting light outside, but the sun had not yet risen.

He stood up, wanting to move his aching body, but found that after a night's sleep, his body felt surprisingly light, and he didn't feel any particular soreness.

Strangely, Shirakawa Natsu vaguely remembered that someone covered him with a blanket and gave him a gentle massage.

"Could it be!" Shirakawa Natsu was startled and quickly looked through the crack in the door; a pen refill was still there.

"Sigh." He sighed inwardly. This little trick was more than enough to deal with even professional police officers.

It seems that Jingu Nao didn't come back last night.

Shirakawa Natsu composed herself, picked up her luggage, left the apartment, and headed to the airport.

Jingu Nao only gave him one plane ticket, so she still has hers.

You can find her as long as you go to the airport.

I took a taxi all the way to Tokyo Airport. Although it was not yet 7 a.m., the place was already bustling with people.

Some smiled with anticipation for the future, while others wore weary eyes.

You can see all walks of life at the airport.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't pay attention to any of this. His gaze swept across the crowd, trying to find the figure of that energetic girl.

Nao Jingu has a unique aura; you can spot her at a glance just by her standing there.

Unfortunately, he searched several times but couldn't find it.

Shirakawa Natsu wasn't too worried because he had a ticket for the first train, so as long as he stood at the boarding gate, he was sure he could catch her.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around as she registered and went through security.

He sat in the waiting room, watching the time tick by, as passengers who needed to board the plane began to enter the waiting room one after another.

Shirakawa Natsumi was getting anxious. His eyes kept scanning the crowd, but no matter how many times he looked, he couldn't see anyone waving or calling his name.

At 7:30, the waiting hall doors opened, and a pretty flight attendant came over to guide passengers to board the plane.

Shirakawa Natsu stood still, her eyes fixed on the entrance, hoping that the bouncy figure would appear there.

The flight attendant approached Shirakawa Natsumi with a professional smile: "Sir, please come this way to board."

"Sorry, I'm waiting for a friend." Shirakawa Natsumi waved her hand awkwardly, then picked up the ticket to look at it again and asked, "Could you please check if anyone is in seat 11A?"

Kong Jian smiled, nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie to inquire, and then turned to Shirakawa Natsumi and said, "I'm sorry, there is no one in seat 11A. If your friend hasn't boarded yet, I'm sorry, it's too late. I suggest you call her to reschedule. Sir, would you like to board?"

"It's okay, I'll wait a bit longer." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and continued to stare at the entrance.

Chapter 135 Crazy for Love

Humans often only realize the value of things when they lose them—love, family, and friendship.

Perhaps it is because after loss, the human brain automatically beautifies the memory.

Shirakawa Natsu felt that this was his state. He didn't board the plane and sat in the lobby with his luggage.

He didn't know what he should do or what he could do.

Even though he was in a bustling airport, he couldn't hear a single sound around him.

At the last minute before boarding, he went to find the flight attendant again to confirm that there was no one in seats A and B of row 11.

He thought he knew Jingu Nao well enough, but reality always says "NO" to those who are arrogant!

Shirakawa Natsu felt a strong sense of unease, and a feeling of depression gathered in her heart.

He had a strong urge to do something.

……

“Her feelings were pure.” Mikoto’s words echoed in his mind again: “Did you let her hear them?”

"Then shout it out." Jingu Nao put her hands behind her back and looked at him: "Shout it out here, Jingu Nao, I love you~"

“There are too many people here.” Shirakawa Natsu immediately refused.

……

Shirakawa Natsumi suddenly stood up from her seat, walked to the middle of the waiting hall, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Jingu! Nao! I! Love! You!"

With that shout, he used all his strength, feeling all the emotions in his heart burst forth from his mouth.

The sudden shout silenced the noisy waiting hall, and everyone turned to look at the boy who had suddenly yelled.

His expressions were varied, ranging from surprise and displeasure to envy and admiration.

After shouting, Shirakawa Natsu turned around expressionlessly, walked stiffly outside, and her pace quickened.

"Damn it, I want to die. It's really too much."

He just wanted to smash his head against the wall and die, and he didn't know why Jingu Nao could shout without any restraint every time.

Just as Mikoto said, her feelings were too pure, so she didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

Shirakawa Natsu ran all the way to the check-in gate outside the airport before finally stopping and looking back guiltily.

He only stopped after making sure no one was behind him. He knew it was just his imagination; everyone was busy and no one would care if he shouted anything.

I sat down on the chair, and after shouting, I felt a release of my pent-up frustration, followed by a sense of emptiness.

Where is Nao Jingu?

Just then, a hand reached out with a can of tea, followed by a familiar voice: "Hi, would you like some tea?"

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly looked up and saw a familiar face and a familiar smile.

Jingu Nao smiled and bent down in front of him, her familiar long legs in black stockings and wearing a pair of small leather boots.

"Nao! When did you arrive?" Shirakawa Natsu shouted, grabbing her onto her long legs, feeling the familiar smoothness of her ultra-thin black stockings.

Not dreaming.

Suddenly, his nose stung and his eyes throbbed.

Outside the airport, a boy was hugging a pretty girl's long, black-stockinged legs, drawing envious glances from several passersby.

"Hehe~ When Xia shouted in the hall~ Jingu Nao, I love you." Jingu Nao's eyes were full of love, and she let him hug her like that.

After a long while, Shirakawa Natsu raised her head and looked at Jingu Nao in disbelief: "Where did you go? I thought you really ran away."

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed a suitcase behind Jingu Nao.

He tightened his grip on Jingu Nao, as if trying to merge her into his own body: "I'll hold on tight to you, don't run away."

"Has Natsu decided that she will only love me?" Jingu Nao asked with a grin.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu's embrace faltered; this was a question about death that was impossible to answer.

In the moment he was stunned, Jingu Nao pulled her legs out of his embrace.

Shirakawa Natsu wanted to hug him tightly, but the ultra-thin stockings were too slippery, and he couldn't exert any force at all. In just a moment of hesitation, she pulled him away by half a meter.

He hurriedly stood up, trying to grab Jingu Nao, but she touched his lips with one hand.

"Hehe, Xia, no need to rush to answer." Jingu Nao put her hands behind her back, took two steps back in her little leather boots, and looked at him with a smile: "I have received Xia's confession."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu felt a little embarrassed. Jingu Nao was probably referring to the confession in the hall earlier.

But when it's mentioned, it still feels too sordid.

"I've confirmed one thing today: you love me. That's enough. I will cherish all the beautiful memories we've shared. I am Jingu Nao, and I will always love you, Jingu Nao." Jingu Nao shook the suitcase in her hand. "However, I need to confirm some things, so, Natsu, can you give me some time?"

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, realizing that Jingu Nao's pronouns had changed.

She used to use the third person, Jingu Nao, to refer to herself, and rarely used "I".

But I've been using the first person all day.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. It was just some grammatical conventions, nothing serious.

More than dwelling on these things, he was concerned about what Jingu Nao was trying to say: "Nao, are you leaving?"

“I won’t run away anymore, never~” Jingu Nao smiled and reached out to tap his chest: “But I have to go see someone.”

"Uh, what do you mean?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. Jingu Nao had been talking strangely today.