This is a story about youth.
This is a story that takes place in the season of blossoming youth [crossed out], steeped in a faint melancholy [crossed out].
This is a story about a girl overcoming the confusion of growing up and striving to become a wonderful adult.
This is a story about a little girl who is a homebody and a fujoshi at heart, but a loli in appearance, and how she falls for a certain fake gentleman who is a real homebody. It's a story about being young.
This is the story of a girl codenamed "The Ultimate New Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon That Will Destroy the Universe" corrupting a boy codenamed "You Can Ruin Your Reputation, But Not Your Hair; You Can Lose Your Looks, But Never Your Glasses" [deleted].
So, what kind of despair... oh, I mean, hope... can a girl named Sakurano from the Ryuzaki family bring us, growing up in the world of Prince of Tennis?
Finally, this is a story with no set direction (Note: Male lead undecided, female lead tentatively decided, supporting cast undecided, couples undecided, orientations undecided, ending undecided).
As for the tags "Hapless Lovers, All Walks of Life, Blossoming Youth," believe me, I only picked them because they sound funny.
Possible titles: Cherry Blossom Medley
A Cherry Blossom Branch Reaches Over the Wall
The Cherry Blossom Girl: The Story of How I Took Down a Shota
Cherry Blossoms Beyond the Transmigration Illusion
The Downfall of That Cherry Blossom
Special thanks to the now-deceased "Leader of the Go Die, Go Die Club" for joining in the discussion of possible titles. Three deep bows.
Special thanks to "RP Kui," who has already abandoned the story and run away, for suggesting possible titles. Three more deep bows.
Warning: Don't be fooled by this literary blurb (What part of it is literary?!).
One last note: The author has never believed in blurbs.
An almost-finished, ridiculous story about a naturally airheaded kelp-haired boy being taken down by a violent girl:
Dear author~~Please update the article~~Why don't you update it? People are looking forward to it
Please update, ah, ah, ah, hundan
When will it be updated? . .
I've been stuck for months TAT...
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am?
Xiao Ai, have you traveled through time???!!! When will this article be updated?!!!!!! (Roaring)
My Wen Wen Wen Wen!!!! When can I see the next chapter?!!
So, a certain person came back again after X months! Ah ah ah, as expected, little Loli Sakurano is getting more and more adorable, making people nosebleed more and more... [Expressionless face] Yagyu, that wretched otaku pretending to be a gentleman, why would he just cook it raw? I'm so jealous, KUSO! [Continues to be expressionless] Oh, let the storm come more violently! Pumping is healthier~
Auntie, please update soon…
... Xiao Ai, I hate you... [Tears running]