The Neat and Pretty Girl at My New School Is a Childhood Friend of Mine Who I Thought Was a Boy - CH 28

Rather than a normal bouquet of flowers, it was more like a bouquet of various round vegetable flowers packed tightly and compactly.

Centered around a male zucchini flower, small white, yellow, and purple flowers of eggplant, tomatoes, and other plants were woven in the manner of a flower crown.

Even Hayato, who didn’t know much about flowers, could tell that it was very elaborate. And above all―

“It’s pretty.”

“…Eh!?”

“A lot of flowers are gathered together in a lively way, haha, even vegetable flowers look completely different when you look at them like this.”

“…O-Ohh, you know, from pruning! I thought I should do this to the ones I cut off!”

“I see. You’re amazing, Mitake-san.”

“Tsu!”

Hayato was honestly impressed.

Why a vegetable flower? Why is Mitake-san here? There were many thoughts inside Hayato’s head.

But the bouquet of vegetable flowers looked so alive that his thoughts were blown away. His eyes were full of admiration for Minamo Mitake, who had created it.

“Auu~…”

Minamo Mitake was bewildered.

Even if it’s just the word “adorable” being hurled at her unexpectedly, and with the opposite sex looking at her like that, her mind goes blank and she becomes a creature that can only cry and squeal “ahhhhhh”.

(Hmm… they’re similar after all)

Hayato felt that she was just like the sheep of Tsukinose’s Genji, who could only bleat when startled, and he bit back a chuckle in the back of his throat.

She thought she was being laughed at, and her face grew redder and redder, and she jerked in embarrassment― and then something flew at Hayato with great force.

“Whoa!”

“Auuh!”

When he caught it, he saw that it was a Coke bottle.

He couldn’t understand what it was.

He looked around and saw an old man in hospital clothes, his face flushed like a boiled rice cake, shaking his shoulders as he threw an overhand throw.

“Y-Y-You little bastard! What did you do to my Minamo!?”

“Grandpa!”

“Eh…E-Ehh!?”

A bouquet of vegetables and flowers in Minamo Mitake’s hand, and an old man in a hospital gown.

Looking at one of them and one of the others in turn, Hayato guessed what the situation was.

“Hey, kid, get over here. You made Minamo cry… What the hell did you do!? No way… Answer me, and if you do, there will be no mercy!”

“No, I’m just, uh…”

“Wait, Grandpa, no!”

He waved a simple walking cane around, as if he had misunderstood something.

The old man’s face was as red as his granddaughter’s, and Hayato, who had cooled down a bit, thought, “Oh, maybe it’s in their blood?” or something like that.

However, his spirit and the sharpness of his eyes made Hayato feel that he was more fierce than the skilled hunters of the hunting club, and he flinched. In fact, the stance of the staff he wielded was so fierce that he could not believe it was that of an old man.

“How dare you attack my granddaughter!”

“Ouch, it hurts!”

“G-Grandpa!”

So it took a lot of effort to clear up this misunderstanding.