Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 750 - 748: Aozawa: Fate Must Be Crafted by One’s Own Hand

The competition ended, but the sports festival was not yet concluded, as there were still some intricate processes to go through.

Such as the awards ceremony.

The White Team won the championship of this sports festival, and naturally, they couldn't leave empty-handed, so the principal specially had a gold medal made for the occasion.

The inside was copper, with a gold-colored metallic coating on the outside, not very expensive.

But Ayatsuki Ayaka still carefully picked up the gold medal and hung it around her neck, her wheat-colored cheeks brimming with excitement.

Her large eyes scanned below, searching for the whereabouts of her family, friends, and Aozawa.

Yet amidst the flood of congratulations, the students of the White Team, like the morning mist, engulfed Ayatsuki Ayaka, making it hard for her to spot Aozawa.

She felt a little lost, but quickly shook it off, believing that Aozawa, beyond her sight, must be feeling happy for her.

Outside the crowd, Aozawa smiled and said, "Ayaka did great, I'll be sure to praise her later."

"Yeah, who would have thought that Ayaka would win the championship of this competition."

Morimoto Chiyoda also showed a pleased expression, feeling happy for Ayaka, then turned her eyes and said, "You lost."

Aozawa widened his eyes, "I've won so many times too."

"Losing is losing, don't make lame excuses."

Morimoto Chiyoda flicked his forehead with her finger but didn't immediately leave the school.

Attending the opening ceremony meant attending the closing ceremony as well.

Many parents shared the same thought. Although to students, the principal's speech might seem very boring, it's still a memory of youth.

Every time watching the principal give a speech, Morimoto Chiyoda would reflect on her own high school life.

Back then, she also stood below the stage, finding the principal's speech boring.

It remains boring now, but within such boredom lies a filter of nostalgia for the past, adding a touch of interest.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the auditorium wall, watching the students seated on the chairs.

Finally, after the principal finished reading the speech, amidst a tide of applause, this year's Brilliant High School sports festival officially came to a close.

At least for the parents, it did.

The time that followed was reserved for the students' celebration party.

…

According to Brilliant High School's tradition, after the sports festival, there would be a pre-festival night.

There's no room for parents here; students can choose to stay or go home, entirely based on personal preference.

The bonfire was prepared and set up by the student council members, and anyone wanting to dance around it needed to draw a dance partner at that time.

Whoever they drew would be their dance partner for the pre-festival night's dance.

As the principal particularly advocated Western-style democracy and freedom, there would be no enforced pairing, a truly random draw could result in male-male or female-female pairings.

This made the boys quite nervous during the drawing, occasionally shouting their numbers in hopes that the person who responded was a girl.

The boys didn't want to dance with another boy in such an important youthful memory, accompanied by soft music.

"66, who's 66?" "78, anyone 78?" "I'm 34!"

Aozawa glanced around, seeing some people excited, some looking completely dejected, as if they'd faced something disastrous at home.

He looked at Phoenix Academy Maggie in front, with three people between them, thinking it shouldn't be that unlucky.

Aozawa didn't want to dance with a guy.

Phoenix Academy Maggie stepped forward, casually drew a slip of paper, but didn't announce the number on it.

Aozawa activated his time suspension ability, grey-white filter covering the world, he stepped forward, using X-ray vision to see the number 41 on Phoenix Academy Maggie's slip of paper.

He retreated to his original position, time stop disengaged.

After passing three people, he stood in front of the draw box, using X-ray vision to see through the box at the slips inside.

His right hand reached in, shuffling continually, until he found 41 among the many numbers.

He pulled it out, pretending not to know who it was, and shouted, "41."

Phoenix Academy Maggie's eyes brightened, responding, "I've got 41."

This immediately attracted envious glances from many of the boys toward Aozawa.

He stepped forward, feigning surprise, "What a coincidence."

"It is."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded, a slight smile at her lips, catching a familiar number with Aozawa among so many people.

Perhaps, it was fate.

…

The wooden stand was set up.

As night fell, the student council president lit the bonfire.

The bright firelight illuminated the surroundings.

Accompanied by soft music from the school broadcast, the students present began dancing around the bonfire.

The dancing was simple, ensuring even those who couldn't dance could bounce along a bit.

Furusawa Kyoichiro didn't join in the dancing, sitting in the broadcast room, ensuring the music played smoothly.

After being busy for so long, at this last moment, he finally could catch his breath and enjoy some free time.

Besides him, some students also chose not to participate in the dancing, instead leisurely strolling around the campus at night, chatting with their girlfriends, which was also quite pleasant.

Those who loved the lively atmosphere stayed by the bonfire, surrounded by three circles inside and out.

Everyone danced around.

The shadows cast on the ground were all pairs.

Looking through the window of the broadcast room, Furusawa Kyoichiro watched this scene and suddenly felt that all his previous efforts were worthwhile.

Without the meticulous arrangement by the student council, there wouldn't be such a view before us.

The sound of a door opening came, and the broadcasting room's door was pushed open. Furusawa Kyoichiro turned around to see a girl with long black hair approaching, holding a drink and saying, "Thanks for your hard work."

As she spoke, the girl tossed the orange juice forward.

Furusawa Kyoichiro caught it, a look of surprise flashing across his face as he said, "Makoto, why aren't you joining the dance?"

"Every year during the sports festival, you're left alone in the broadcasting room; it's way too lonely."

Nomura True Wave teased with a smile, "This year, I'll be kind and join you for a dance in the broadcasting room."

"No need, I'm too tired to move right now."

Furusawa Kyoichiro decisively declined.

Having been busy preparing for the sports festival all these days, it's rare to have some leisure time, and he just wanted to sit motionless on the chair, like a statue.

Nomura True Wave's smile froze, an inexplicable annoyance rising as she glared and said, "You jerk, don't be ungrateful. I'll give you three seconds, get up quickly!"

"You're too bossy."

Furusawa Kyoichiro sighed helplessly and had no choice but to stand up.

Nomura True Wave extended her right hand and said, "Come on."

Furusawa Kyoichiro took her hand, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the last time they shook hands, "Makoto, your hand has grown quite a bit."

"Don't talk like I'm some kind of big-hand monster, this is just normal size."

Nomura True Wave complained, and under the rhythm of the soft music, she slowly began to dance.

...

Next to the campfire, the flames were bright.

In the innermost circle, Phoenix Academy Maggie turned her head to look at Aozawa standing on her left and teased, "It's my first time dancing such a simple dance.

If you ask me, can this even be called dancing?

It feels like we're just holding hands and spinning around."

"Don't set your standards too high, not everyone here is a professional dancer.

You should be grateful; look at Tetsuji, he got paired to dance with Peter."

Aozawa's teasing made Phoenix Academy Maggie look at the crowd, spotting Hojo Tetsuji with a face full of tears.

Phoenix Academy Maggie could understand his feelings, especially since Yoshikawa Sayuri was standing hand in hand with Terao Kanno, dancing around the campfire.

Scanning again, Phoenix Academy Maggie saw Ayatsuki Ayaka, who had paired up with Hojo Shouko.

As Ayatsuki Ayaka danced, she was speaking excitedly.

Judging by her lively expression, she was likely sharing the joy of winning the tournament.

Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn't help but admire the lasting afterglow of winning the championship.

She continued to search the crowd but couldn't find the class monitor. He probably didn't participate in tonight's dance.

Nomura True Wave was also absent, which puzzled her, as she was known to love lively events.

"Maggie, during the dance, you should focus."

Aozawa suddenly spoke close to her ear, as if a warm breeze brushed against her ear, traveling to her brain and tightening her nerves.

"You shouldn't suddenly get so close to speak."

Her fair cheeks suddenly turned a bit red.

She widened her eyes, revealing a hint of playful annoyance.

Aozawa gently drew a circle in her palm and said leisurely, "Maggie, this noon, you were quite bold, doing that to me.

Now, I'm just whispering a few words, no need to be so tense."

Speaking of the noon incident, Phoenix Academy Maggie's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks turning even redder, sweet like a peeled red pitaya.

"What I want to do to you is my right, but you don't have the right to do anything to me."

"Alright, since you're the queen and I'm just a pawn, you can do whatever you want with me."

"Hehe, you really have no shame, you playboy."

Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn't help but tease.

Aozawa held her hand firmly and sincerely emphasized, "Maggie, I call it being responsible.

Whether it's Chitose, Iroha, or you, I won't give up. I'll definitely bring you happiness."

"Hehe, just the three of us?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie glanced at him, "Don't you have any thoughts about the class monitor or that cute underclassman?"

"We're just friends with them right now."

Aozawa could only give such an answer.

Phoenix Academy Maggie also heard the implication in his words, being friends now doesn't mean it couldn't develop into a romantic relationship in the future.

With the class monitor's personality, it's quite likely she wouldn't refuse.

The underclassman is hard to say.

With the lesson learned from the class monitor, Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't dare to judge someone solely by appearance.

A shy-looking girl might not necessarily be so innocent within.

Perhaps beneath the well-behaved exterior, there lies a heart of a wild beast.

Phoenix Academy Maggie turned those thoughts over in her mind and then pushed them all aside. She didn't want to think about such future matters.

At least for the moment, it was her holding these hands.

Phoenix Academy Maggie tightened her grip on Aozawa's hand, a sense of peace washing over her as their shadows paired together on the ground.

Even the simple dance became pleasing to the eye in that moment.