Chapter 92 Kazumi Shimizu won’t have a temper!
The birth of a hero, as the name suggests, refers to the past and present lives of the profession of hero.
Compared to the relatively fantastical term for Kazumi’s past life, it appears rather ordinary in this world where heroes are a profession.
Especially when it is preceded by the word “documentary,” it proves that this is indeed a popcorn-less popular science documentary film. If it were converted to a past life equivalent, it would probably be something like “Fire Heroes—Firefighter Record Book” or “Unyielding Iron Bones—Border Guard Work Records.”
Is it the kind of movie that schools organize their staff to watch for ideological education every so often?
[Damn it! I actually expected this guy to have some romance? What was I thinking?]
Kazumi cast an angry glance at Sato Shinichi, who was watching the content on the big screen with great interest. His absorbed demeanor made Kazumi’s suppressed anger grow even stronger.
They even prepared milk tea and popcorn, but he chose such an unromantic movie!!
Thinking of this, Kazumi squeezed the hand holding the popcorn even harder, fiercely shoving the popcorn into her mouth as if she were chewing on the simpleton beside her!
“Kazumi, Kazumi! This part is from ‘Hero Records 1,’ in the third unit that wasn’t covered. That part was skipped, and here it has detailed explanations!”
Perhaps sensing the girl’s distraction beside him, Sato Shinichi leaned his head over and pointed at the images on the big screen, speaking earnestly, afraid that Kazumi would miss the content. He had found this documentary after a long search, and it explained many things that weren’t detailed in textbooks. He believed Kazumi would definitely like it.
Kazumi looked at her boyfriend, who was full of enthusiasm, with a bit of speechlessness. It was indeed not without reason that he was called a rare beast. To be so oblivious to the crisis at this point was truly admirable.
“Okay, okay, eat popcorn.”
Kazumi handed the popcorn in her hand to Sato Shinichi with a perfunctory reply, then turned her head to the big screen and pretended to watch the content seriously.
To be honest, she wasn’t even his girlfriend, not even a girl. So she couldn’t act like ordinary girls who would get into a tiff with their boyfriends over their stupid straight-man behavior. Only real girls would do such things!
Kazumi didn’t say anything extra, but pouted unhappily and started watching the movie seriously. Sato Shinichi, holding the popcorn bucket, looked at Kazumi with some confusion, then turned his head back in puzzlement.
…
In fact, to be precise, Sato Shinichi had grasped what Kazumi liked.
After casting aside her initial displeasure at the boy’s unromantic actions, Kazumi, with the mindset of “Since we’re here, it’s a waste not to enjoy the free stuff,” seriously watched the movie, treating it as a long-awaited relaxation after studying.
But unexpectedly, this kind of documentary film gave Kazumi a very friendly impression. Perhaps it was the “brainiac” bloodline within her that was different from ordinary people. This kind of popular science documentary with images and narration made Kazumi feel great. Not only could she see knowledge beyond books, but compared to the cold text in books, it was more colorful, and it was a very relaxed and enjoyable way of learning.
She silently reviewed the knowledge points in her mind. This rare, relaxed, and knowledge-acquiring process was quite enjoyable for Kazumi. She placed the empty milk tea cup on her skirt and, while the movie was playing its final summary, secretly turned her gaze to Sato Shinichi beside her.
The blond boy was staring intently at the screen in front of him, as if they had really come out to watch a movie. His clear blue eyes were fixed on the content in front of him, as if he were always so serious no matter what he did.
His left hand held a small red cylinder with both hands, which was now empty, proving that the half-filled popcorn bucket that Kazumi had handed him had all been eaten by him alone.
[Are you a pig!!]
Looking at the empty popcorn bucket and the boy’s truly focused movie-watching demeanor, Kazumi’s score for this date dropped again from 80 to 70.
[With your emotional intelligence, you deserve to be a virgin for life!!]
Mentally cursing the unromantic virgin, Kazumi gave him a fierce side-eye where he couldn’t see, then took out her phone from her pocket in annoyance and started browsing something.
“Ding—”
As the last scene of the movie ended, the sound of lights turning on came from behind. The white lights on the ceiling of the cinema were turned on row by row, and the soft light made Kazumi’s eyes squint. The sparse audience in the cinema also started to get up and leave.
“Kazumi, how was it? I think the interpretation of Hamano Tsukasa’s part was really great, and the portrait was too…”
The boy stood up excitedly, his face still showing a lingering interest, wanting to discuss the movie’s plot with the girl.
He also extended his right hand, wanting to help Kazumi take her milk tea cup and throw it away. Kazumi didn’t pay much attention to these small details of daily life. She was quite happy to have someone busy taking care of her chores, and she usually let Sato Shinichi’s “simp” behavior go.
But this time, Sato Shinichi’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. Beside him was the girl’s cold and prideful retreating back, and her chilling words drifted over from a distance.
“No need, I’ll throw it away myself.”
…
“Kazumi, Kazumi, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly angry?”
Outside the cinema, among the dispersing crowd, the blond boy was anxiously chasing the black-haired girl one step ahead of him. The aura of someone unapproachable emanating from the girl made the surrounding passersby glance at them, wanting to see what the boy had done to make his girlfriend so angry.
Sato Shinichi, who had been silent since leaving, finally noticed that Kazumi was behaving strangely and quickly asked her what had happened. But he only received disdainful snorts in response.
Sensing the curious glances from the surrounding passersby, Kazumi knew she couldn’t continue this stalemate with him, or others would laugh at them.
She grabbed Sato Shinichi’s collar, pulled him to a nearby vending machine, pushed him against the wall, and placed one hand on the wall behind him. With a cold expression, she leaned in front of a surprised Sato Shinichi.
“You, do you really not know why I’m angry?”
“No… I…”
Looking at Sato Shinichi’s increasingly fearful and strange expression, a hint of amusement flashed through Kazumi’s mind, and the gloom in her heart seemed to dissipate.
“Sato Shinichi, do you know? Inviting your girlfriend on a date to watch a documentary is a very unromantic thing!”
A playful smile spread across Kazumi’s cold face as she looked at the astonished boy. She wiped his nose, turned around, and left, leaving Sato Shinichi stunned and cornered.
“You don’t need to send me off today!”
