Does gravity make me stronger?

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Judging from his appearance, he must be the leader of this group.

After a moment's thought, Ijichi Hoshika asked curiously, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly, a burst of applause rang out.

Ijichi Hoshika suppressed her annoyance at being interrupted, realized the timing was inappropriate, and had no choice but to retreat temporarily and go to the front desk to check the situation.

"Hachiman, what's going on with those people...?"

Ijichi Seika scratched the back of her head impatiently, trying to get the cause and effect out of Hachiman.

Upon arriving at the front desk, they were stunned by what they saw and stood frozen in place.

At the entrance of the performance hall, a man and a woman stood together in an ambiguous manner. They were both breathing heavily, their faces flushed, and they were both wiping their bodies with white towels (in her opinion).

Immediately afterwards, the boy casually said a few words, then closed his eyes and made a French military salute, giving off a "let you do whatever you want, I will never fight back" attitude.

The girl clicked her tongue, but then walked up to him with a mix of reluctance and invitation (in her opinion), reaching out her hands to gently pinch the hem of the boy's clothes and slowly pull it up.

"what?"

Ichiko's eyes widened in disbelief, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the wet clothes lying in the corner.

At this moment, the mind of this older single woman, who had no experience with the opposite sex, miraculously conjured up countless erotic images.

His face instantly turned bright red.

It contains both anger and shyness.

After the boy's clothes were finally removed, revealing his fair, girlish upper body.

at last.

The emotions that Ichika Hoshika had suppressed for so long erupted like a volcano.

"Bi-qi-gu-eight-banner!"

...

Let's rewind a few minutes.

Yukino Yukinoshita returned to the vicinity of the beverage station with several towels and team uniforms.

Just as she was wondering what the boy named Hachiman Hikigaya was up to, the heavy door was suddenly opened.

A gust of wind, heavy with rain, swept in from outside the door, and at the same time, seven or eight young people, soaked to the bone, rushed in.

They were all wearing running vests and shorts, and one or two of them had professional-looking tight-fitting arm sleeves on their arms.

"Tick tock."

It was unclear whether the water flowing down the young people's bodies was rain or sweat, but it quickly formed a small puddle at their feet after they entered the room.

"Yukinoshita, could you please come here for a moment?"

From within the crowd came Hachiman's anxious shouts.

Yukino Yukinoshita, not understanding the situation, paused for a moment, then strode over with the towel in her hand.

Once again soaked to the bone, Hachiman tossed aside his umbrella, which was nearly destroyed by the gale, and quickly walked towards the direction of the snow.

He swept his unsightly bangs upwards, revealing a relatively clean forehead, and his rotten, dead fish eyes became a little clearer after being washed by the wind and rain.

[Skill acquired: Hairspray Hands]

"what happened?"

"Yukinoshita, give me the towel."

Are you ordering me around?

Yukino Yukinoshita glared at him with a cold look, but then nodded helplessly and agreed, "I understand, but you have to explain to me what happened later."

"it is good!"

The two worked together to distribute dry towels to the soaking wet people.

While distributing towels, Hachiman explained, "Dear competitors, this is a temporary rest area that we set up voluntarily, so it may not be listed on the official website yet."

A very capable-looking young man was drying himself with a towel. Hearing Hachiman's words, he paused for a moment, then replied with a smile.

"It's alright, you've been a great help. I didn't expect the rain to be so heavy."

"Yes, it's really not advisable to go for a run during a typhoon; it's a real ordeal."

"After everyone has finished wiping themselves down, we will give you free drinks and shirts."

Hachiman maintained order, trying his best not to let the noise here affect the performance in the store.

After saying that, he gave Yukino Yukinoshita a knowing look.

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded in understanding and immediately took over the band's uniforms. The group then took out clothes that fit their body types.

Thank you!

Because they were in such a hurry, the boys didn't notice that there were girls nearby and took off their shirts.

Fortunately, Hachiman managed to slip in front of Yukino Yukinoshita in time, forming a human screen between them.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't seem offended; she simply kept a certain distance from the other person.

"So, what are you trying to do?"

Ignoring Yukinoshita's doubts, Hachiman smiled with satisfaction.

"You can wait here until the rain subsides before leaving, or you can choose to spend 2000 yuan to go in and watch a band performance that we have specially prepared."

"So, does everyone want to go in and take a look?"

The handsome young man dried his hair and asked his partner.

"Anyway, it's raining so hard outside and we don't have anything else to do, so let's go in and take a look."

"Yeah, just to pass the time."

"How can you say that? Didn't you hear them say that this was prepared especially for us?"

"so?"

"Could I have a ticket, please?"

Once one person in the group accepts it, the others naturally follow suit and buy tickets to the LiveHouse.

Hachiman: "Thank you for your patronage!"

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had witnessed everything, finally came to her senses.

During typhoon weather, free towels and clothing are offered to attract passersby to come inside and take shelter from the rain, thus increasing the number of visitors to the LiveHouse.

Then, they offered voluntary ticket purchase opportunities, and even played some word games like "special preparations," in which case most people wouldn't mind spending a little money to see a live show.

These are just ordinary marketing tactics; Yukino Yukinoshita doesn't think they're anything special.

But the most difficult part is accurately identifying those who "insist on going out during a typhoon."

And the boy in front of me did just that.

Yukino's gaze toward Hachiman softened slightly, showing a hint of approval.

"I didn't expect you to come up with this idea."

"What, is there a problem?" Hachiman turned around casually, a not-too-unpleasant smile on his face.

"Did you know all along that marathon runners would be coming here?"

---Cut line---

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P.S.: There will be another update this afternoon.

Chapter 195, Section 192: Hachiman: Undress Me

"You could say it was partly a matter of luck. On the way to the performance hall, weren't there some marathon signs?"

Upon hearing this, Yukino Yukinoshita nodded subconsciously.

She has a good memory and remembers the signs she saw on the way to the Starlight Auditorium, which showed the marathon route and time points.

But most people probably wouldn't use this, right?

wrong.

That doesn't make sense either.

"Under normal circumstances, no contestant would insist on participating during a typhoon, right?" Yukino Yukinoshita thought for a moment and quickly voiced her doubts.

Hachiman neither confirmed nor denied this, saying, "That's why I said it was just good luck."

"What if no one comes?"

"We'll talk about that later."

"Your deliberate attempt to conceal things is really annoying." Yukino Yukinoshita's long eyelashes fluttered, her expression slightly displeased.

"Oh dear, I never lie, and I never deliberately hide anything."

Hachiman, chin in hand, spoke in a low voice, and Yukino Yukinoshita instantly cast a disdainful glance at him.

“Clumsy imitations are disgusting.”

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita rested her chin on her hand, thought for several seconds, and then murmured hesitantly, "It seems that it really is due to luck."

"right?"

"but..."

Yukino's sudden pause aroused Hachiman's curiosity. The girl hummed softly and revealed an appreciative smile for the first time.

"Being able to observe this and take advantage of it has indeed changed my opinion of your character."

"Let me ask you this: what was your initial impression of me?"

"Oh, do you really want to hear this?" Yukino Yukinoshita covered her mouth, feigning surprise.

"Never mind."

"A two-timing scumbag, with rotten eyes and a twisted personality..."

"Stop, please stop!"

Wait a minute, what does "having your cake and eating it too" mean?

[Yes, there are clearly N boats!]

???

"Humph."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled victoriously.

"cut."

Hachiman clicked his tongue and said tauntingly, "But I thought you were only good at cursing people. I didn't expect you to be able to praise others."

Yukino Yukinoshita casually tied her hair behind her ears, exposing her beautifully shaped earlobes to the air, and then chuckled, "What a pity, I'm a proponent of praise-based education."

[Grandma Rong: Me too]

"Heh." Hachiman sneered.

"Clean yourself up first before you do that."

The girl tossed a towel into the air, which landed right in Hachiman's hand.

"Um, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, will you be paying for these items yourself?"

"of course."

Those eccentric runners who insisted on participating in the marathon during the typhoon had already wiped themselves down and changed into the band uniforms before entering the spectator area.

Only Yukino Yukinoshita and Hachiman remained at the entrance.