Because Pushing Didn't Work, I Decided to Pull Away Translation

3. The Scream of Love

“Today as well, from the start of the morning, Noel looks great. Oh, right, he tucked his hair behind his ear! How sensual of him! I can’t directly look at him anymore…”

“You’re already chirpy since the morning, it seems…”

“I think I’m about to die from lovesickness…”

“Why don’t you try to die once? Maybe Noel thinks so, too…”

“What!? Noel thinks about me!?”

“…I really can’t talk with you.”

Claris was also in the same class as me. After two years, she seemed to have finally gotten fed-up with my antics. Where did that girl, who supported me so much when we first enrolled, go?

Ignoring Claris, who had sighed and returned to her seat, I stared at Noel who was sitting right in front of me again. Today as well, I fawned over him.

While looking at him, I realized I hadn’t greeted Noel yet. What a fool I was!

By that point, it was part of my daily routine to both greet and confess to him.

Every time, he’d say, “Thank you for your hard work today.” Or “I envy you because you don’t seem to have any troubles.” I had never been so happy.

The moment I decided to speak to Noel, I heard a voice calling my name from the back of the classroom.

“Sherry, come here, please.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I forgot my math textbook, can you lend me yours for the first hour? Please, for the sake of our friendship!”

“Sure. Buy me a pudding later, though.”

“Alright, alright.”

I had no choice but to go out into the corridor, get my math textbook from my locker, and hand it to Walt who had been in the same class as me during my first and second years.

He had bright red hair and was the son of a wealthy viscount. I thought I would have a tough time getting along with other boys, but I always ended up getting caught in Walt’s pace.

In the end, he told me about a popular novel and we talked for a while. Then, it was time for class.


“I’m truly tired…”

During that single day, I was busy with being called by someone, or a teacher. I was only able to sit properly during class. Regardless, I was happy because I could stare at Noel the entire time.

In the end, I didn’t manage to strike a single conversation with Noel. In retrospect, it was the first time I hadn’t talked to him ever since we were placed into the same class.

Eventually, the last class ended, and Noel stood up.

Oh, Noel is about to go home!

The moment he stood up to say, “See you tomorrow.” I was called once again.

Looking back, Walt was standing with a textbook in the same place as that morning.

What an untimely man he was!

“Thank you for the textbook. I thought I’d be able to return it sooner, but we keep missing each other.”

“Okay, see you!”

“Wait, let’s go buy the pudding. I’m craving for some.”

“Now isn’t the time!”

Sure, I wanted to eat pudding, but I wanted to talk with Noel more!

But Walt, who couldn’t read the atmosphere at all, took my arm and walked away.

…It couldn’t be helped.

I had no choice but to look forward to the prospect of talking to him again tomorrow.

Yes, it was time to give up.


Suddenly, my hand, which wasn’t held by Walt, was grabbed.

At the same time, I halted—because I recognized that voice.

Because there was no mistaking that voice.

Walt also seemed to have noticed that I was being called and stopped right away.

Looking back, Noel was still there.

“L, Lord Noel…?”

“Sherry, the teacher is calling you.”

“Is that so? Thank you for notifying me! As you can see, Walt, how about we grab the pudding next time?”

“It can’t be helped, see you next time.”

Walt, who easily let go and waved his hand, didn’t look at me. I immediately turned to Noel.

My left hand, which was still being held by him, grew warm.

“Thank you very much, Lord Noel!”

“No, it’s—”

“—Then, I’m going to meet the teacher!”

I wanted to talk with Noel a little more, but the teacher called for me, so it couldn’t be helped.

Sheesh, even though we’re about to have a conversation… he even grabbed my hand like this…

However, Noel didn’t let go of my hand. He seemed keen on holding it forever. I was grateful for that, but it wasn’t too long before I started to worry.

What’s wrong?

“You don’t have to go.”


“I was lying about you being called by the teacher. We haven’t talked at all today, I was worried that you might have been unwell and decided to call out to you.”

“H, huh?”

“Then, I’ll be going home. See you tomorrow.”

While staring at Noel’s back, I stood in astonishment.

What was that just now…?

Did he lie just to talk to me?

I could feel heat gathering on my face—so much that I was ready to sizzle. I was so happy, to the point I almost died.

I liked him—I loved him so much!

When I shouted, “I love you!” to his back, I couldn’t see his expression, but I was positive he was laughing.

***T/N: Noel has been pavlov-ed by our heroine to at least receive 1 confession from her a day, alright…

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