After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 247 - 246 Happiness Sanatorium

Recently, she was cheated by a scumbag.

It sounds like a topic a disheartened thirty-year-old single woman would complain about, but this incident clearly happened to a seventeen-year-old high school girl.

At the tender age of seventeen, she had already experienced a failed romance.

This could happen to anyone, but it seemed impossible when it came to herself.

That’s what Ayakoji Chiyoko used to think.

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She propped her cheek with her left hand, listening to the math teacher scolding Kagura Hikaru for being late to class, restraining herself from looking at him, yet her body seemed not to obey, having glanced his way several times already.

Did girls cheated on by sleazy men ever think this way too?

—That damn man is unforgivable!... But what if he had no choice?

No matter what, it seems high school girls possess an inherent potential to be attracted to bad boys.

Perhaps it’s because they are still at an age not tainted by materialism, and are less sensitive to spiritual loss.

They even harbor a vague fantasy that they can change him, can redeem him, make him fall willingly in love with them and stick with them for life.

That’s a common ailment among women: excess of emotion, idealism, often relying on the frequency of their heartbeat rather than their brain to make decisions, thus allowing society’s scumbags to succeed frequently.

But Ayakoji Chiyoko was different; she belonged to the most rational part of the female population, the gold at the top of the pyramid. She operated her body with a logical mind, moving through each day with robotic discipline, accumulating knowledge and connections. She made no friends, engaged in no romance, everything was to climb higher in society.

However, even she started to oversleep recently, almost missing breakfast, abandoned morning exercises due to laziness, found herself daydreaming in classes uncontrollably, her notes going awry, and began to develop a peculiar interest in romantic books and dramas.

All because she broke her vows, her rules.

She not only made friends but also a boyfriend.

Indeed, her past beliefs were not wrong; friends eventually become a burden, and boyfriends even more so.

Although her work efficiency declined and her distraction during study time increased after breaking up with the scumbag, it must be a post-traumatic stress disorder, it will get better after a while—probably.

Ayakoji Chiyoko couldn’t help but feel that she now resembled those addicts who could never disconnect from addictive substances after tasting them just once; just because she encountered a scumbag, her originally orderly and beautiful life became a complete mess.

Even her values became strangely skewed.

She used to despise women who forgave scumbags, thinking them utterly irrational, as people who have sinned once have a higher likelihood to commit a second sin, given their record.

But now, her thoughts had begun to shift slightly.

Reasonably thinking, the likelihood of someone who has sinned once sinning again is not necessarily higher than that of the average person; the probability of both parties committing a crime should be equivalent.

On the contrary, it should be the women who have been deceived once that become the outliers.

Due to their previous failure, they would become more cautious and careful, the probability of being cheated by scumbags would drastically decline.

Right, so the most suitable candidates in the world to be paired with scumbags should be those who have been cheated on once already; they are the ones who should be together with scumbags, as it’s the optimum allocation of interests.

Ayakoji Chiyoko herself felt her way of thinking had become somewhat bizarre.

But somewhere deep inside, she kept recognizing the logic in this line of thought.

Maybe those future criminals who continually make excuses for the crimes they are about to commit feel the same way.

One week.

It has been one week since she parted ways with Kagura Hikaru, and Ayakoji Chiyoko felt she had sufficiently calmed down.

Even if it were a plan to flatten every country in the world, with so much time passed, a military strategy should have been drafted by now.

In this matter, there was a big premise.

The truth was, Ayakoji Chiyoko didn’t really care that much about being deceived.

Perhaps having been accustomed to being fooled by Kiryu Hina, and also having been forearmed with several vaccinations, her emotional response wasn’t as volatile when she confirmed the truth from Kagura Hikaru.

Maybe she was unexpectedly magnanimous.

Ayakoji Chiyoko was truly angry about only one thing... Kagura Hikaru might not love her at all.

In other words, all the affection she had given him was just unrequited love.

Much harder to accept than any deceit or espionage.

But at the same time, because it was a deception, Ayakoji Chiyoko saw a glimmer of rare hope.

Perhaps it could also be called self-deception.

After all, Kagura Hikaru did this only because of Kiryu Hina. If it weren’t for her, Kagura Hikaru would not have turned into a scumbag.

Right, let’s just blame her. After all, there are plenty of sisters with bad relationships in the world, and this ’older sister’ even shamelessly wanted to steal her man.

As long as she could blame someone else, Ayakoji Chiyoko suddenly felt a clearing ahead, like the only path blocked by a landslide had been cleared by a cannonball.

Compared to other hopeless scumbags, don’t you think Kagura Hikaru still has a chance of redemption?

It might even be said that he is also one of the victims, just like herself.

So, victims standing together, doesn’t it seem like a logically coherent act...?

Thinking this way, courage surged within her.

A dark light glimmered in Ayakoji Chiyoko’s eyes.

To all the women fighting on the front lines of the war of love, she too was now stepping on the same path.

With her first experience under her belt, success this time seemed certain.

If not, even if it meant using some other methods, she would have to.....

..............

At lunchtime, Kagura Hikaru had left early.

Lately, he had been leaving early quite often, and although complained about by his homeroom teacher, Kagura Hikaru simply used the excuse of needing to see a scheduled psychologist to smoothly obtain a leave slip.

But this was indeed true, as Kagura Hikaru had already booked an appointment online with a well-reputed private mental health clinic, a bit pricey, but he valued its no-queue policy.

After leaving school, Kagura Hikaru first went for lunch, then headed to the clinic.

The clinic wasn’t large, just two stories high, but it was notably placed in Tokyo.

Upon entering, the receptionist led him inside, and in an office on the second floor, he met the doctor—a man in his thirties with a gentle face.

An hour later, Kagura Hikaru left the clinic.

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He was holding a piece of paper with an address on it, his expression somewhat perplexed.

The doctor was competent, having significantly relaxed him with just talk therapy, but he neither sold medication nor recommended a further treatment course, instead sending him to a community event claiming it could effectively alleviate his psychological stress.

The address was nearby, and timing was good. Thinking there might be some special treatment process, he felt it worth trying. So he walked into the ’Happiness Sanatorium.’

Though called a sanatorium, they didn’t offer medical services, resembling more a civil society group where people were dedicated to studying the ways of happiness.

For instance, always telling the truth to people, always smiling at others, always maintaining kindness.

Improving life by changing oneself.

There was even a special room for spewing dark sludge where one could freely smash things, curse at their boss, colleagues, spouse, or even people from the same community.

Although Kagura Hikaru didn’t go in, it seemed like a great stress reliever.

The people at the sanatorium were all kind-hearted and enthusiastic, pleasant to talk to. Kagura Hikaru felt a long-missed relaxation there. He left with a smile on his face, holding a big bag of honey health products recommended by the manager.

It wasn’t until he walked about three hundred meters away that his expression fell and he took out his phone to start making a police report.

No matter how you look at it, it seemed like a dodgy pyramid scheme!