In a crossover anime, the only way to become stronger is by marrying a wife.

As usual, Tsukikawa Shuu finished cooking and knocked on her neighbor's door.

The opening speed is now much faster than at the beginning.

Tsukikawa Shuu could clearly hear the rapid footsteps coming from inside the house. Then the door opened, and there it was again: that tuft of pink and white hair, and that small figure wearing a loose T-shirt.

The door is no longer half-open, and Mahiro Oyama is no longer as timid as he is when facing Shu Tsukikawa.

"Here, this is dinner." Tsukikawa Shu smiled and handed over the lunchbox.

"Ah."

She took the lunchbox and then ran barefoot back into the house.

A moment later, she took the lunchbox she had finished eating from last time and returned it to Tsukikawa Shuu.

Tsukikawa Shuu took the lunchbox.

"that……"

This time, however, Mahiro Oyama did not go straight back inside to eat as he had done before.

"Hmm?" Tsukikawa Shuu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Would you like to come in and have a seat?

Mahiro Oyama stood with her hands behind her back, looking a little nervous. "Mihara said that close friends often visit each other..."

"Want to play a game?"

She nervously pinched her fingers.

“That’s no problem,” Tsukikawa Shuu said after thinking for a moment.

Today I do have a lot of free time, and Tsukikawa Shuu just stays at home playing games.

Studying is out of the question; I might as well go online and look up some guides for the Otherworld.

"Ok!"

Mahiro Oyama was delighted and made way for Hiiragi Tsukikawa to come in.

"excuse me."

Tsukikawa Shuu took off his shoes at the entrance and followed Oyama Mahiro into the house.

When they arrived on the second floor, Tsukikawa Shu was somewhat surprised.

The room was surprisingly clean!

Chapter 41: There's No Going Back!

According to Tsukikawa Shuu's memory of the original work, Oyama Mahiro was a model of a shut-in.

All he does is play video games all day, eats instant noodles when he's hungry, drinks cola when he's thirsty, and never cleans his room, which is full of trash.

But what Tsukikawa Shuu saw today was quite different.

The house was so clean that it didn't look like the cozy little home of a typical homebody.

At one end of the room was a bed, opposite which was a game console, and two huge cabinets were placed against the wall.

The room that Tsukikawa Shuu had imagined was filled with empty instant noodle containers and cola bottles.

Tsukikawa Shuu didn't believe that Oyama Mahiro's lifestyle could have changed. It was more likely that she had carefully tidied up in preparation for receiving guests.

Mahiro Oyama sat down in front of the game console, skillfully started it up, opened the game interface, and handed the game controller to Shu Tsukikawa.

Tsk tsk, not even 18+ games. Tsukikawa Shuu glanced at it, almost wanting to laugh.

This little guy must have hidden or concealed those contents.

If Tsukikawa Shuu hadn't known Mahiro Oyama's personality beforehand, she would have actually believed it.

Let's play a free-for-all.

Tsukigawa Hiiragi said.

The sounds of a noisy fight drifted out of the window.

When Mahiro Oyama got his hands on the game controller, he seemed like a completely different person; his eyes shone brightly, and his expression became frenzied.

"Take this! Take this! Combo!"

She gripped the controller tightly, her character leaping and dodging, attacking Tsukikawa Shuu.

Hiiragi Tsukikawa lost five consecutive innings.

Have I lost my single status? Has my 18-year-old single speed buff expired?

Tsukikawa Shuu is having some existential doubts.

Of course, I'm not single right now.

"Is Mepoli coming back?" Tsukikawa Shu asked.

“Hmm…she might need some more time,” said Masami Oyama after a moment’s thought. “There’s a problem with her research paper.”

“A thesis… is indeed a very troublesome thing.” Tsukikawa Shu nodded.

For the average student, writing a thesis is absolutely a stupid thing.

This is academic garbage that requires a lot of time and effort to produce.

The two played games until late at night before Tsukikawa Shuu finally left.

"Bye-bye." Mahiro Oyama stood at the door and waved to Hiiragi Tsukikawa.

"Go to sleep early, you still have school tomorrow," Tsukikawa Shuu said.

"Ugh..." Mahiro Oyama seemed to remember something, and his lips twitched. "I understand."

After watching Tsukikawa Shuu leave, Oyama Mahiro returned to his room.

She sat down in front of the game console again, reaching out to hold the game controller that Tsukikawa Shu had been holding.

There was still residual body heat on it.

"whee……"

She stroked the controller, and then, without thinking, pressed it against her cheek.

"Hmm... I don't seem to feel anything."

Mahiro Oyama put down the controller with some disappointment.

However, she quickly widened her eyes and realized what was happening.

"Wait a minute! Mahiro Oyama, what are you doing?!"

Mahiro Oyama put down the controller and hugged his head.

Xushan is really panicking...

Ever since her younger sister, Minami Oyama, turned her into a little girl, she seems to have been constantly changing.

It's not just physical; his temperament seems to have completely changed as well.

I initially felt a bit embarrassed to keep eating other people's cooking, so I tidied up my room and invited them over.

At the time, I was actually quite pleased with myself, thinking that I had taken the first step and made a few friends.

But now it seems that the feelings I've developed aren't really friendship...

Then she opened the cabinet.

The things inside all fell out with a clatter: game discs, figurines, and even a pornographic book.

She looked around and found a BL game.

He turned on the game console and started playing again.

……

An hour later, she turned off the game console, her face still flushed.

Hmm... why do I seem even more excited?

"There's no going back!!!"

She clutched her head.

……

……

Shujiwon Private College.

Although it is a prestigious private school, the students here are just as hardworking as those in other schools.

The pens scratched away, and everyone around was engrossed in doing their problems.

Only Futaba Satoru had bloodshot eyes and was looking down at his phone.

"Strategy guides... are there any useful strategy guides at all...?"

He scrolled through forums and chat groups, desperately searching for survival guides posted by so-called experts.