Tokyo host

Chapter 382 The Level of Kaoru Suzuki
"I'm back."

When Nana returned home in the morning, she found that only Kaoru Suzuki was reading a book on the sofa in the living room, and everyone else seemed to have gone back to the room to rest.

"Suzuki." After seeing Suzuki Kaoru in the morning, Nana asked while slipping on her shoes, "Aren't you going back to rest?"

"I'd rather go back to my room than sit here."

Hearing this, Suzuki Kaoru glanced at her, then slowly closed the book in his hand, and tapped his chin:
"It's so late, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Nana sat on the sofa with a smile in the morning, "Hey...Suzuki, you are like a mother sometimes, are you sitting here worrying about me?"

Then in the morning Nana scratched her head in embarrassment: "Just kidding."

Kaoru Suzuki didn't answer, but stood up.

After pouring herself a glass of water at the dining table, she left a sentence to rest early, and went straight upstairs.

Of course, the girl didn't go back to her room, but pushed Makoto Futaba's door——

Instead of sitting in front of the computer and playing games like in the past, Kaoru Suzuki noticed what Makoto Futaba was writing on the textbook at this time, perhaps because he was so focused that he didn't notice the sound of Kaoru Suzuki pushing the door in. .

On the other side of the table, Merlin was sleeping on his belly, with a body like a cheese wheel—two pens were placed on that furry belly, and he was still purring happily like a motor.

Kaoru Suzuki leaned against the door, holding hot tea and quietly observing Makoto Futaba.

It wasn't until a long while before Futaba Cheng leaned back in the chair and squeezed the space between his brows.

"Huh?" He noticed Kaoru Suzuki who had been standing not far away.

Seeing the girl walking over, Makoto Futaba was a little surprised: "How long have you been standing here?"

"Less than a minute." Suzuki Kaoru came to the table, and then handed the slightly warm tea to Futaba Makoto, "The tea is not very hot, should you drink it?"

Makoto Futaba took it and smiled, "Why don't you drink?"

At this moment, Kaoru Suzuki bent down slightly to look at what Makoto Futaba had just written. There were still some knowledge points on it, which seemed to be well summarized.

"Prepare for me?"

"Well, after all, the difficulty of the test is not low, and we don't have much time."

Futaba Makoto drank hot tea, and then continued, "If you want to enter Guangming High School, you can only try harder, are you confident?"

Kaoru Suzuki smiled: "No."

"puff."

Futaba Makoto was almost choked, and then stretched out his finger, "I will try even if I don't have the confidence!"

"Yeah." Kaoru Suzuki brushed her sideburns behind her ears, stroking the fresh handwriting on the notebook with her fingers, and said softly,

"If it's with you, you can indeed try it."

"Very good, let's start now." Futaba Makoto smiled.

"Now?"

"Otherwise, we only need a few days. You do this set of papers first, and I'll see your general level." Makoto Futaba took out a paper and handed it to Kaoru Suzuki.

Kaoru Suzuki seemed a little surprised to see that Makoto Futaba had prepared so well.

This is a set of math papers, with familiar formulas in the strangeness, making Suzuki Kaoru frowned slightly.

Because she has not touched mathematics for a long time.

"Then let's start." Futaba Makoto picked up a pen from Meilin's belly, and put it in the palm of Suzuki Kaoru.

"Ah."

……

after an hour.

"Um……"

"Um…………"

"Um………………"

Futaba Makoto looked at the paper in his hand, turned it over and over again, and then looked at the girl beside her with beady eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Suzuki Kaoru asked.

"Don't you think it's strange." Makoto Futaba pointed to the cross on the test paper, and then tapped on the score column, on which the bright red number 11 was written with a red pen. He said, "So your homework is so Difference?"

Even if it's multiple choice questions, it's impossible to only get 11 points, right?

"Tsk." Kaoru Suzuki looked away.

"You were speechless just now?"

"No, your ears are wrong."

"……"never mind.

"If it's at this level, let alone an A rating, it's a question of whether you can get a D." Makoto Futaba continued with a headache.

"I have almost forgotten the knowledge points." Kaoru Suzuki shook his head.

That's right, after all, I've been squatting at home for so long.

Futaba Makoto also realized that he was a little anxious, and his mentality gradually calmed down.

"In this case, let's learn from the beginning." Turning the pen in his hand, Makoto Futaba said, "Although time is tight, it is still worth a try."

"I thought you'd give up."

"I'm not the kind of person who would give up easily." After Futaba Makoto finished speaking, he smiled slightly, "Besides, if I can go to school with you, it must be a very gratifying thing, right?"

Kaoru Suzuki froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, she tapped her chin and smiled gently: "Yes."

"Teacher Futaba..."

……

……

The night gradually deepened.

At this time, the door of a certain room suddenly opened a crack slowly, and it was pitch black inside. Under the refraction of the faint moonlight, something was vaguely moving.

After a while, the door opened.

A petite girl came out with a pillow in her arms.

That's right, today is another good day to attack seniors.

When Shoko Kojima was thinking this way, she tiptoed to the door of Makoto Futaba's room, but found that the door was ajar——there was light coming from inside, as if the lights hadn't been turned off.

It's two o'clock in the morning, how could someone not sleep.

Even though she said that, Shoko Kojima seemed completely unqualified to say this. After all, she had made it to this point specially, and she didn't have to rush the draft.

"Ms. Suzuki's situation has improved recently, and it seems that she and Senior are not sleeping together every day. This is a good opportunity."

Although Shoko Kojima saw the light shining inside, he still stretched out his hand and pushed open the door to take a peek—

Excuse me.

senior~
"Island?"

"Island?"

As if speaking in unison, Shoko Kojima's body froze in place. She looked in disbelief, and found Makoto Futaba and Kaoru Suzuki sitting at the desk, their gazes cast over at the same time.

"Eh?!" You haven't slept yet?

Kojima Shoko blinked, and the next second, she greeted awkwardly: "Good evening, senior."

"Good evening, it seems a little late." Makoto Futaba glanced at the time on the phone, and then noticed the pillow she was holding in her hand, "Why don't you sleep with the pillow at night?"

Do you want to come to his room to sleep?
"Y-yes, it's okay." Shoko Kojima hid the pillow behind her back, but the next second, she realized, why was she so shy?
(End of this chapter)