It started with being hated by the girl in the band

...Although it looks crude at first glance, it is actually quite exciting after watching it for a while.

At this moment, Nagasaki Suyo, who was actually an unexpected stay-at-home girl, said to herself in her heart.

Then, Nagasaki Suyo saw Nakagawa Nobuyuki with a fiery look in his eyes, looking at her in shock, as if he had seen some rare creature.

"…Uh, Nakagawa-san?"

Somewhat uncomfortable with Nakagawa Nobuyuki's scorching gaze, Nagasaki Suyo stepped back slightly and spoke with some caution.

"...Oh, sorry, sorry... I just feel like... Nagasaki doesn't seem like the type of person who would watch something like this..."

and many more.

If I remember correctly, Nagasaki Motoyo also played bass in the band, right?

Nakagawa Nobuyuki frowned, touched his chin, and began to ponder quietly.

Could it be that every bassist in every band is watching Ninja Killer... I think this is more like an urban legend.

"...I always feel that this kind of thing is something that only the bassists I know who look like rock musicians would watch..."

"And this look and this action are too much..."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki's expression was quite subtle, and he started to complain about Nagasaki Suyo who was looking at him warily.

133

Chapter 133: So it’s really unnecessary to keep acting out.

"I'm sorry... I lost my composure just now."

Nagasaki Suyo reacted immediately and realized that something was wrong with her, and immediately retracted the stiff and vigilant look on her face.

...How come I can't even control my facial expressions all of a sudden? If I arouse this guy's suspicion—

Well, it seems like this guy has absolutely no defense against me.

Looking at the person in front of her who no longer cared about her and turned around to look curiously at Nakagawa Nobuyuki in the plastic bag, Nagasaki Suyo just felt tired of fighting wits and courage with the air.

No, I'm plotting against you, can't you at least see it and be on guard against me?

"You actually bought so many snacks... Nagasaki, won't you get fat if you eat these every day at home?"

Nakagawa Nobuyuki had just finished his cup of barley tea. His eyes swept over the colorful handbags and his tone was quite subtle.

"…It's too much to tell a girl whether she's fat or not."

Nagasaki Motoyo was so exhausted that she was too lazy to maintain her image as a good girl. She just wanted to lie down on the table in front of her and sigh.

After all, no matter whether I pretend or not, Zhonghe seems to treat me like this, so what's the point of pretending?

Besides, I am a pretty girl, right? I am quite confident in this aspect. Now I can even ask directly whether I will get fat by eating snacks at home...

Thinking of this, Nagasaki Suyo sighed slightly, rubbed her stomach which was feeling slightly hungry, and looked up at Nakagawa Nobuyuki in front of her with some self-deprecation.

"Nakagawa, can you get me a box of milk and bread from inside... I haven't had lunch yet."

Because Miss Su Shi received Xiangzi's message so suddenly, she was very anxious on the way here and naturally had no time to eat lunch.

Anyway, I don’t plan to pretend to be a good girl anymore. I feel like there’s no point in doing so… Why not try a different angle? Maybe I can get more information?

"Why is it that every time you first meet me, you call me [Nakagawa-san], but after chatting for a while, you become [Nakagawa]?"

Nakagawa Nobuyuki frowned and complained in confusion.

"Don't you always call me [Nagasaki-san] first, and then change it to [Nagasaki]..."

Instead of choosing to continue maintaining that soft smile, Nagasaki Suyo's face just had a row of black lines falling on it at this moment, and she replied with some dissatisfaction.

Although he was talking to Nagasaki Motoyo in front of him, Nakagawa Nobuyuki was not slow and took out the milk in the familiar packaging.

This box of milk is actually the same brand as the half-price milk that I gave to Nagasaki Suyo that day, but this one doesn’t have the half-price price tag today.

After throwing the milk carton up and spinning it in a circle, Nakagawa Nobuyuki placed the milk steadily on the table in front of Nagasaki Motoyo.

"Shigaraki, do you like this?"

"…It's okay, just a casual thing."

It's really casual.

Nagasaki Suyo thought silently.

I just saw the box of milk and in a moment of distraction, I put it into the shopping cart.

...In that case, it should be considered that you like to drink it, right?

"As for bread..."

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing any bread, Nagasaki Suyo sighed softly and prepared to stand up and get it herself.

"Wait!"

Nakagawa Nobuyuki suddenly stretched out his hand righteously and blocked Nagasaki Suyo.

"You should have a proper meal at noon... What's the point of eating bread all day?"

Speaking seriously and righteously, Nakagawa Nobuyuki stood up and walked towards the cupboard.

"…You're not going to cook right away, are you?"

Nagasaki Suyo frowned slightly and twirled the ends of her hair, looking a little unconvinced.

I always thought that this guy would be the kind of person who eats instant noodles and bento from the store all day long. Can he cook? That's a bit unexpected.

"What kind of tone is that... Don't underestimate the modern male high school students who can save the world in light novels, I say."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki listened to Nagasaki Suyo's somewhat disbelieving tone, put on an apron, and complained quite dissatisfiedly.

"..."

Originally, I was still hesitant about whether to eat what this guy made, but then I thought… this guy seemed to be more interested in Ninja Killer than in myself, so I couldn't help but sigh and gently obeyed.

Let’s just wait and see what kind of lunch the guy who kidnapped Xiaoxiang can make.

A few minutes passed.

"How about grilled egg rolls and fried pork chops? If you don't like them, you can't choose. These are the only two left."

Looking at Nakagawa Nobuyuki beating eggs with one hand, operating the rice cooker with the other, and talking to himself, Nagasaki Suyo didn't know how to complain.

"If you don't have a choice, don't ask me..."

Although he was complaining about being tired, looking at the back of Nakagawa Nobuyuki who was busy with his hands, he felt a strange and bright feeling welling up in his heart.

This feeling comes and goes quickly. Although I can't describe what this fleeting feeling is specifically, it's not uncomfortable.

呲——

The egg liquid flying into the oil pan is like sea waves. With the crisp sound of the oil frying, a unique aroma of egg is rolled out.

...This guy seems to have two hands.

Looking at Nakagawa Nobuyuki who was casually flipping a frying pan not far away, Nagasaki Suyo just raised her eyebrows slightly and suddenly became interested.

Haha, I wonder how this guy’s cooking compares to mine.

Just think of it as monitoring this guy to see if he puts anything weird into the dishes.

With a slight movement in her mind, Nagasaki Suyo convinced herself and gently picked up her body which was beginning to become impatient.

"Nakagawa, do you have any other aprons?"

"Oh, well, there's an apron under the cupboard."

Because he was busy rolling egg rolls, Nakagawa Nobuyuki could only speak without turning his head.

To be honest, this is a unique skill. You can roll the omelet together without touching it with your hands, just by stirring the spoon.

Nakagawa Nobuyuki usually wears this apron himself, and the other one is worn by Toyokawa Shoko when she cooks.

"...It's not appropriate to let a patient cook. Zhonghe, why don't we evaluate each other's cooking skills?"

A strange sense of competitiveness inexplicably ignited in her heart. Nagasaki Suyo smiled gently, put down the half-drunk milk in her hand, and slowly walked to the not-so-spacious cupboard.

"...Shigaraki, if the food you cook is too delicious and your clothes burst, I will not be responsible."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki raised his eyebrows and looked with contempt at Nagasaki Motoyo who was challenging him to a food battle.

In this regard, how could I, who has lived alone for many years, lose to a young lady who looks like she has never done any woman work?

"Haha, if my share could glow, it would be better if Nakagawa gave up earlier."

Nagasaki Suyo also pursed her lips, tied her apron lightly, and replied calmly.

134

Chapter 134: If you are too proud, you will forget important things!

This type of old apartment for rent has a special feature: in order to maximize space utilization, the area not far from the corridor behind the entrance is often converted into a kitchen.

This transformation is destined to leave little space for the two chefs to perform, especially next to the wok, where the space is already a bit cramped for one person, let alone accommodating two people.

So, naturally, they could only wait for Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who was frying eggs, to give up the wok before Nagasaki Suyo could use the wok.

However, taking this opportunity, Nagasaki Suyo obviously had no intention of sitting idle, but was carefully looking for usable dishes in the refrigerator.

At this point, Nagasaki Motoyo's memory suddenly flashed with an American variety show that she had watched before. It seemed that there was also a variety show like this where two groups selected raw materials and then competed with each other in cooking skills.

With a slight curl of her lips, Nagasaki Suyo immediately found what she was looking for and took out a bundle of green komatsuna from the refrigerator.

Komatsuna and chicken are a perfect match.

...Come to think of it, I think I still have a portion frozen in my fridge.

Shaking her head slightly to drive away some bad memories, Nagasaki Suyo immediately pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife rack and began to cut the komatsuna in her hand with great skill.

...Although I only know a little bit about coffee, I am still quite confident in various cooking skills.

Today, I want to see what this guy can do...

The tip of her nose twitched slightly, and the faint fragrance of the grilled egg rolls with seaweed crumbs wafted out. Especially now that the rice was steamed, Nagasaki Suyo couldn't help but feel greedy.

Seems to smell pretty good?

His hands kept moving, and although he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to have swallowed subconsciously just now.

Nakagawa Nobuyuki had no idea what Nagasaki Suyo was thinking, he just carefully placed the omelette on the hot rice.

As for the teriyaki chicken steak, there is no technical content. Soon, Nakagawa Nobuyuki cut the fried chicken steak into small pieces, poured ready-made teriyaki sauce on it, and placed it in the rice.

"Nagasaki, it's your turn next..."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki nodded slightly, picked up the bowl, and looked determined to win, as if he had already seen his victorious outcome.

"...Don't be too happy too soon, okay?"

Although she was speechless, as if infected by Nakagawa Nobuyuki's mischievous look, Nagasaki Suyo narrowed her eyes, slightly opened her pink lips, and spoke in a deep voice.

...Why am I so out of control? Didn't I say I was here to watch this guy cook...? And if I do this, won't my school uniform smell like cooking fumes?

Such a thought flashed through Nagasaki Suyo's mind.

Even though she thought so, Nagasaki Motoyo's hands did not slow down for a moment.

The garlic sauce was slid into the pot smoothly with a spatula, and the moment it came into contact with the hot oil, it released a very fragrant garlic aroma.

"If you don't stir-fry the minced garlic first, the dish will taste like raw garlic, right?"

Just like a cooking food variety show, Nagasaki Suyo, who was holding the spatula and the pot handle lightly in her hands, was explaining softly, but no one knew who she was talking to.

"Ohhh... That's true."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki, who had already finished his part, now just stood aside, nodded slightly, and looked thoughtful, intervening in the camera like a supporting actor.

"...To suddenly interrupt at a time like this is too much like a variety show."

There was a row of black lines on Nagasaki Suyo's forehead. She was carefully arranging the chicken in the pan in pieces that were two fingers wide, while complaining helplessly.

After a while, when she smelled the fragrance of the chicken, Nagasaki Suyo picked up the tray on the side and put the komatsuna stems into the pot.

"Don't rush to stir-fry. Let the temperature in the pan slightly heat up the vegetables first. Otherwise, if they directly touch the hot pan, the vegetables will immediately start to spit out water, and the vegetables will eventually become dry."

Nagasaki Suyo murmured softly.