Unable to pay off my debts, I had no choice but to become a Kamen Rider.

The meeting lasted for nearly two hours before it ended. In fact, the time allotted for presenting the content was very short; the summary and outlook took up half an hour.

However, there was a lot of discussion about the school anniversary celebration, year-end performance, examination discipline, and dinner activities next semester.

Those who can participate in events in Japan are all social butterflies, so talking about these events, dinners, or even training camps always gets quite exciting.

Asano Yu's superficial understanding of these matters mainly came from the novel "Little Prince," which depicts the most primitive and impulsive reproductive instincts of humankind. Therefore, he couldn't think of any other suggestions besides the JM number.

Hayami Mitsuki still had a dark expression, but it seemed that she didn't usually participate in these kinds of activities, so everyone didn't pay much attention to her during the discussion.

Asano Yu couldn't remember what the final result was, only that Hayami Mitsuki's action of pulling out her bank card was so cool that it elicited cheers from everyone, and then everyone headed to a barbecue restaurant for team building—

The barbecue was served at tables for six people, practically taking up the entire restaurant, but there was always a surplus. So Asano Yu was lucky enough to hide at the back, with two unfamiliar boys.

The two of them clearly knew each other, and when they chatted, they would only mention Asano Yu casually when using the weather and food decks. The rest of the time they were talking to themselves or interacting with other tables.

Asano Yu was different. He was determined to eat his fill at the all-you-can-eat barbecue, but when he saw the two boys take the fried rice and fried noodles combination first, he was completely dumbfounded.

You will never be my brothers again.

Asano Yu cried out in his heart, determined to get his money's worth, and began his solitary barbecue all by himself—or so he thought.

"I want to eat the meat, the tenderest part."

Hayami Mitsuki once inexplicably appeared next to Asano Yu, not sitting opposite him, but sitting beside him, almost right next to him.

Asano Yu felt her burning body temperature and looked closely; sure enough, she had been drinking.

Wearing a light, cropped top, she looked like she was likely to catch a cold. In addition, Asano Yu's seat was right in front of the air conditioner vent, and Hayami Mitsuki's clothes were so revealing that there was only one thing to do.

He took off his shirt jacket and, like a caregiver looking after a toddler, guided him with words while reaching out to put the jacket on, finally buttoning it up—

Asano Yu covered Hayami Mitsuki with a loose coat, and the outfit was complete.

No wonder Japanese films and television shows often feature the "boyfriend shirt" as a staple; it definitely looks much cuter.

Then Asano Yu left her alone and started grilling meat and eating by himself, occasionally grabbing a plate or two of salmon sushi from the buffet.

The previous times, Hayami Mitsuki hadn't reacted much, seemingly either dormant or not interested in the food Asano Yu brought. But this time, when the long-awaited sashimi was brought back, she suddenly stirred:

"what……"

Hayami Mitsuki opened her mouth, indicating that she was waiting to be fed.

Asano Yu watched her close her eyes and open her mouth, wondering if she had smelled something. So he could only cut the sashimi in half, drizzle it with sauce, and then use his hand to gently guide it into her cherry-like mouth.

Then she got really into it and kept using this trick to get Asano Yu to feed her, but her little stomach had its limits, so she was full very quickly.

Asano Yu ate the rest by himself; he dared to say that all the girls in the entire club combined might not eat as much as he did.

"I'm leaving the club president to you, Asano-kun! We're going to continue our party!"

Perhaps due to the alcohol, the vice president's cheeks were also flushed. She waved goodbye to Asano Yu and Hayami Mitsuki on his back, and led about fifty people to the next location.

This kind of club culture is really hard to adapt to. After dinner comes late-night snacks, and after late-night snacks comes drinking. But once these people leave the university campus, they all become indifferent corporate slaves, and it's impossible for them to get together again.

"What do you think their relationship is?"

"They're a couple, what else could their relationship be?"

The fading chatter and laughter echoed in a corner of the street. Asano Yu gently bounced the girl on his back to steady her soft thighs and prevent her from falling to the ground.

Of course, with two soft mounds of fat pressing down on her from behind, Asano Yu didn't dare to make any big movements.

However, she still regained consciousness because of this action:

"Put me down."

"OK."

Asano Yu immediately did as she was told, kneeling on one knee and waiting for her to pull away from him.

After the softness and warmth on her back left, Asano Yu stood up and looked back. Hayami Mitsuki's expression had returned to its cold and aloof state, as if the drunken and coquettish girl from before had never existed.

Hayami Mitsuki was pretending to be drunk, otherwise the club members would always make her drink, which is why she hid next to Asano Yu.

Now that they're alone together, she's stopped pretending.

"Let's go see a movie!"

"Oh, wait, I need to go buy food for tomorrow and the day after first."

Asano Yuu slowly stood up, wiping the dirt off his knees as he took out his phone to check the time, and then said solemnly.

"Now? The farmers' market is closed?"

"It's like 'hunting' at the supermarket, you probably haven't tried that before, have you?"

Asano Yu pointed to a supermarket not far away. Since this was near a university, Asano Yu often bought food here. A meal costing two or three thousand yen could last for two days and six meals.

However, this jungle area is highly competitive, and coming over after get off work always delays the opportunity. This time, it's good that I can camp there in advance.

"Jungling?"

Before Hayami Mitsuki could react, she saw Asano Yu stride into the supermarket. She had no choice but to hurry after him, because she couldn't do without him in tonight's plans.

But when she entered the supermarket, she was stunned by what she saw inside.

Although there were very few bento boxes left on the supermarket shelves, there were about eleven or twelve people standing there, each holding a shopping basket, anxiously waiting for something.

Asano Yu grabbed two shopping baskets and shoved one into Hayami Mitsuki's hands, pleading as she did so:

"I'm asking you to cook for me for the next two days! Just bento boxes, please!"

Just then, a middle-aged woman in uniform pushed a sticker cart out from the back of the field. The wheels made a regular clicking sound on the tiles, much like the bugle call before a battle.

Everyone tensed up suddenly, except for Hayami Mitsuki, who was still oblivious. She saw the middle-aged man in the suit bob his Adam's apple and the housewife start to rub her hands together in anticipation.

Finally, she saw Asano Yu stick close to the staff member and snatch the half-price sticker the instant she finished applying it.

It was a war without gunpowder between countless hands and countless individuals. Even though she was forced by circumstances, the girl understood what she should do at that moment.

So she put on her high-top sneakers and joined the battle—

She walked toward the four dumplings, her fingertips just touching the cold plastic film, when a hand with bright red nail polish suddenly reached out and snatched them away.

She set her sights on the healthy ingredient, chicken salad, but as she hesitated between the box on the left (lower in calories) and the box on the right (higher in protein), both boxes were swept away by the same hand.

Helpless, she turned to look at the Chinese bento boxes, which were usually fried noodles or fried rice. She looked at the bright red bento boxes from afar, but before she could even reach out, they were all swept away by a pot-bellied man.

He grabbed two or three boxes and threw them all into his shopping basket.

They wanted to confront the other party, but the other party was in such a hurry that they showed no intention of stopping, so they could only watch as their food was taken away once again.

The melee ended in ninety seconds, and the crowd dispersed like the receding tide, leaving behind crooked price tags and several empty shelves.

Hayami Mitsuki stood there, holding only a box of fried tofu she had managed to snag at a bargain price. It cost 239 yen for four pieces, and it was 30% off.

But she felt utterly exhausted.

"Are you really not going to let me eat my fill...?"

Asano Yu's soft complaining drifted out from behind him. Hayami Mitsuki, looking haggard, turned around and saw about ten bento boxes in his basket. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"How did you do that?"

"Practice makes perfect."

Asano Yu lifted the shopping basket with her arms, made a pincer-like gesture with her hands, and made a teasing remark with a smile.

When it came time to pay the bill, Asano Yuu, including the tofu that Hayami Mitsuki had snatched, only spent a little over three thousand yen, but it included a main meal, dessert, snacks, and even expensive vegetables!

These ingredients together are enough for Asano Yu to eat six to eight meals, and there are even some ingredients left over to make lunch boxes.

If you skip breakfast, you can make about one more dinner!

"Tch, you just have an advantage in experience. Let me do it a few more times, and I'll get it too."

The girl muttered something, completely unconvinced. To this, Asano Yu could only open the discounted ice cream he had just bought, give her one, and smile:

"You think you can beat me?"