62 We Can Learn Together

　　"Educator?" asked Ogata without knowing the reason.

　　"This is Furuhashi's new term. I am your educator and partner in a three-person study group… No matter what my identity is, I have an obligation to resolve your doubts."

　　The corners of Shinichi's mouth lifted slightly, looking at the petite and weak figure in front of him, a trace of kindness flashed across his eyes.

　　That's right, like an older brother looking at a younger sister.

　　These days, he really thinks of himself as a teacher, providing psychological counseling to students who feel confused about life.

　　Even though the age difference between the two sides was less than a few months, Ogata was pure and transparent like a child in this regard, which was why she was so confused and troubled. Shinichi believes she has the qualifications to guide her.

　　It had to be said that it wasn't that he couldn't. Because he is the main culprit that caused Ogata's problems.

　　He also opened the door, despite the fact that his upper body was still naked, his chest was in contact with Ogata's forehead, and he spoke with a straight face.

　　"Under the bright sunshine, spring is in full swing. What's wrong with your heart, cherry blossoms rustling... Ogata, do you know what this means?"

　　"...I don't know." Ogata struggled a bit, and her ears gradually turned red, "Asada-san, let me go first, put on your clothes before speaking..."

　　Shinichi pressed her shoulders with both hands, enduring her resistance: "Don't worry, this will be over soon. I'm not embarrassed anymore, why are you embarrassed?"

　　"Not that problem! I always feel that my current posture is a bit bad…"

　　Ogata didn't dare to move, because she was afraid of accidentally shaking the bath towel, the only covering of Shinichi's lower body, but maintaining this posture, the other party's chest and the fresh scent of the shower made her dizzy again.

　　She leaned against Shinichi's chest with a blushing face, listening to his heartbeat.

　　Shinichi didn't want to miss the right time to speak, so he kept this posture and continued talking.

　　"This is one of thirty-six Japanese waka songs. The main idea is that on this sunny spring day, after the cherry blossoms have bloomed haphazardly, they are still withering as usual, which is annoying."

　　"Is that so…" Ogata couldn't think at all, so she could only answer blankly, "So?"

　　"Some people will be annoyed when they see the cherry blossoms wither, some people will be happy and happy when they find plum blossoms. We live, not just live. Whether it's the environment, people or things, it will affect our state of mind. A drop of water, a flying leaf, or the sad spring and autumn, or joy."

　　"We live in this world, and simple things get complicated; then we write with a pen to make a complicated heart simple. Ogata, is it difficult?"

Shinichi asked suddenly, and Ogata, drowning in her gentle voice answered reflexively.

　　"I don't understand, why did he write like that?"

　　Shinichi smiled and said: "But his own mind is too complicated, so he wrote it like that for everyone to understand."

　　Ogata frowned, and when Shinichi said this, she also jumped out of her embarrassment, and soon she was able to calm down and think.

　　"Is it simple? I still don't know why she gets annoyed seeing the cherry blossoms wither. Isn't it natural for the flowering period to end and wither… Sure enough, I'm not good at this kind of thing."

　　"I also do not know."

　　"Eh?" Lifting her head from Shinichi's embrace, Ogata looked at him in surprise.

　　Shinichi just smiled at her and said frankly.

　　"I don't know why you're mad about me leaving."

　　"I don't know why you were bothered by such a trifling matter until now."

　　"I don't know why your study status has become so bad."

　　"I don't know what your heart is, what your feelings are, what you want to know, and what your answer will be like."

　　"I know nothing, just like you. Do you think I'm not good at analytical psychology and human behavior?"

Ogata shook her head, she was clearly very confused: "Asada-san should be the same as Fumino, you're really good at this aspect... But why..."

　　"Everyone is equal." Shinichi looked into her eyes seriously and repeated, "Ogata, they're all the same."

　　"No one is born to understand people's hearts, and no one can solve problems easily. We are all the same, only fools keep asking why we live."

　　Ogata opened her lips in confusion, a bit difficult to digest her words.

　　"So what should I do now?"

　　"I don't know, so I want to know."

　　Shinichi raised his hand and caressed her head and said softly and softly.

　　"I will try to understand you, I will guess your thoughts, I will bring myself into your identity, and analyze the meaning of your actions and appearances."

　　"Because finding your way in the dark is scary, because hitchhiking in a strange city is scary, because not knowing what you can do is scary, because not knowing what they are thinking is scary..."

　　"Because it's scary, so I'll learn how to make it less scary."

　　"Maybe in this process, you will fall, go wrong, stop in confusion, be ridiculed for not understanding the atmosphere, act arbitrarily, suffer many injuries, and leave many wounds."

　　"But I know, I have a way to deal with them. So I'm not afraid."

　　"Hey, Ogata... are you scared?"

　　Ogata looked at him, wanted to shake her head, but nodded her head and pressed her lips together tightly.

　　"Don't be afraid, I will teach you a method."

　　"...En."

　　"Stretch out your hand."

　　Ogata stretched out her palm and Shinichi held her, the warm surface of her palm felt a little rough, but incredibly soft.

　　Then, he wrote two words on her palm with his fingers.

　　--Stupid.

　　Ogata widened her eyes in surprise.

　　"Because you're stupid and you don't know anything, there's no reason for you to stop until you know everything."

　　"Because you are stupid, once you fall, you have to stand up quickly, no matter whether you go the wrong way or not, as long as you leave that place, you can say that you have matured."

　　"Since you are stupid, it doesn't matter whether you are troubled, angry, confused, depressed, depressed, disappointed, inferior, or a coward. The life of a fool can be so beautiful and not so useless."

　　"Because you are stupid, no matter how you comfort yourself. You're stupid, so you don't need others to cheer you up, it's the happiest thing to go through hardships alone."

Shinichi squatted down, looked into Ogata's eyes, slightly curved his mouth, and said with a smile.

　　"It doesn't matter if it's language, or the human heart, it's all the same. If you don't study, you won't know."

　　"I can't tell you the answer to this question, but I want to study with you and learn how to understand Ogata Rizu's complicated heart. Would you be scared if you were with me?"

　　Ogata stood quietly, her blue eyes were like glass beads, and the scene reflected at this moment was her smile.

　　The attachments and confusion in her mind dissipated as those sincere and gentle words resounded in her soul.

　　"...There's no possibility of fear, not even a picometer."

Her face returning to its usual vigor and brilliance, Ogata looked directly at Shinichi in front of her, and said seriously.

　　"If we study together, it doesn't matter what kind of "heart" we can understand."

　　This is no longer a game, but a heart.

　　Her learning goal was no longer as simple as wanting to play a game better than others, but for her, the original intention had not changed.

　　"I'm really sorry for what happened today, I need to ask you to teach me a lot of things..."

　　Ogata smiled like a child.

　　"Shinichi-san!"

　　Shinichi also smiled and answered firmly.

　　"Then leave it to me, Rizu."