The person who likes me is a yandere.

"...Come stay at my house."

Oh, right.

I've always been wondering why Sora doesn't know that Asuna seems to have been to our house before.

Asuna replied:

"When I came to stay at Qianyu's house... I remember that Miss Qiong was also staying at a friend's house at the same time."

"Huh?" Qiongxing's eyes widened.

“Miss Qiong was also surprised, right? My relationship with Qianyu was kept quite secret... It was very difficult for us to keep it from Miss Qiong, who is my younger sister.”

"what……"

Qiong stared blankly at Jie Ai for a moment, then immediately nodded and replied, "Um, um." She added, "I... I never imagined anyone would know that you have a mole on your butt, brother. I was terrified." Since the conversation had turned to my private parts, I yelled, "Don't talk about butts while we're eating!"

"But speaking of which, it's really precocious for elementary school boys and girls to stay at other people's houses. Isn't that strange? Tell me, Asuna, have you stayed at my house several times?"

"...No, it only happened that one time. That time was special... Um, let's eat. Miss Sora's cooking is really delicious."

That's true. There probably aren't many days when I can sneak my younger sister, Qiong, to stay at my house without her knowing. That would certainly be quite special.

I focused on eating.

Qiong's potato stew with meat was delicious.

Qiong stared at Yui as she ate her meal with great relish. Those were the sparkling eyes that Qiong's eyes would show when she saw something that piqued Yui's interest.

"...I've become even more interested in understanding Asuna-san."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Unfettered Imagination

"...I've become even more interested in understanding Asuna-san."

As far as I know, at least dozens of men would go weak in the knees if they heard Hinata say that. It seems even Asuna, who is of the same sex, is smitten.

"Please, please feel free to ask. Also, the plateau I'd like to visit is the Baizhou Plateau."

Asuna is too nervous. I wanted to go see the plateau... but I'm too embarrassed to say anything, I'm not interested in it.

Qiong got up from her seat.

"...In order to learn more about Asuna, Sora had no choice but to pull out her secret weapon."

She walked out of the living room. Then came the sound of her climbing the stairs. She was probably going upstairs to her room.

"...I'm asking you, Shallow."

What appeared before me was Asuna's uneasy expression. She looked listless, making it hard to believe she was the same person who had made such groundbreaking deductions at school.

"...I...I'm shameless. It's weird that I said I wanted to stay at someone's house on the very first day we met, isn't it?"

"If you ask whether it's strange... perhaps it is very strange."

"As expected... I'm sorry."

"But to be honest, both my amnesia and Sora's constitution, which requires absorbing luck to survive, are strange. Everyone finds them strange, isn't that perfect?"

Asuna's expression immediately relaxed.

"Thank you, Qianyu. I'll do my best during our cohabitation. Even chopping wood is no problem."

"My family uses air conditioning. Please try to forget your memories of sleeping outdoors."

I heard the sound of a door closing overhead, followed by the sound of footsteps running excitedly down the stairs.

Qiong returned to the dining table with a book in her hand.

Qiong opened the book with an expression so smug it seemed you could hear her chuckling.

“From now on, I will reveal Ms. Asuna’s deep psychological state… Please answer me honestly.”

I stared blankly at the title of the book in Qiong's hand: "Completely Expose Your Inner Self! 100 Psychological Tests".

"Is it enough to just answer the psychological test? Okay, Ms. Sora, nice to meet you."

Back at the dining table, Qiong opened her book and said, "I'm the one who needs your guidance." She slightly tucked her chin in. It was less like starting a psychological test and more like preparing for a game of shogi.

“‘You are now in an amusement park. The first ride you want to take is the roller coaster. How long do you think it will take from the time you pass through the door until you get on the roller coaster?’... Come on, please answer.”

Asuna's chopsticks stopped in mid-air as she pondered with a serious expression.

"...Fifteen years, I guess?"

"Oh, I see. Fifteen points... Did you mean fifteen years?"

"Yes, I think it will take about that time. At the earliest, it might take fourteen years."

"Wait, Ms. Asuna, please answer seriously."

“I’m serious. I’ve thought about it carefully… I hate roller coasters, and to make me ride one as soon as I enter the amusement park is simply impossible. So that day I’ll probably go on other rides and go home before I get on the roller coaster.”

...As time goes by, I think that even if I had the chance to go to an amusement park at various points in my life, I wouldn't have the courage to ride a roller coaster. But if I get married and have a child five years from now, and that mischievous boy who looks just like my beloved husband is ten years from now, or even as short as nine years, he will be tall enough to ride a roller coaster.

I believe that when I see my son's brave figure then, I will have achieved the great feat that I couldn't do long ago: to immediately ride the roller coaster at the amusement park the moment I arrive.

"........."

It's truly a grand story centered around roller coasters.

I asked the speechless Qiong:

"So, do you understand now?"

"...I understand that Miss Asuna doesn't like roller coasters, and that she wants to have a child as soon as possible after getting married."

Oh, I see.

Chapter Twenty-Eight Overcoming

Oh, I see.

"Let me get back on track... Now for the second question."

"Yes, thank you for your help."

“‘You went out to play golf today. The weather was sunny and the air was fresh. Who did you invite to play golf with?’ That way we can find out who is the person that Asuna-san is interested in. Oh dear, I can’t tell you yet.”

"That's settled. Even though it's just one person, I won't be confused at all."

"Great, who is that person?"

"Brother Gan".

"........."

The so-called caddie isn't a cheerful foreigner, but rather someone who follows golf players around, helps them carry their golf bags, and gives them advice... well, they are indeed an indispensable presence.

I asked Qiong, who had kept her mouth shut:

"Do you understand something now?"

"...Let's move on to the third question."

This guy is ignoring me.

“‘You’re playing baseball right now. You’re in the batter’s box with two outs and the bases loaded in the ninth inning, and you’re being replaced by a pitcher. Who do you think will be the pitcher who comes in to suppress you?’... Come on, think about it.”

"..."

Asuna rests her hand on her chin, the beautiful girl deep in thought looking like a painting.

"...It should be a computer, right?"

computer?

"...Asuna, what...what does that mean?"

"This must be talking about video games, right? Because it's really weird for a girl like me to play baseball if I'm not on a baseball team or an amateur team. Both teams together need at least eighteen people, no, if the reserve pitcher isn't a substitute from another fielding position, then it needs at least ten people. There's no way we can gather that many people. And it's not even five innings, it's nine innings, right? This just doesn't make sense if it's not a video game."

Although I understand what Jie Ai is trying to say... if she says it like that, it's impossible to conduct a psychological test.

Sora pleaded with Asuna in a pleading tone:

"Ms. Asuna, please don't answer the computer, answer with a real name."

"Hmm... then let's go with Sasaki."

"Which Sasaki? Who is that?"

"Sasaki, known as the Yokohama Demon God, is a household name. But who pitched in Yokohama before that, managing to hold him up until the ninth inning with two outs?"

"...Please get away from the topic of electric vehicles."

Moreover, it's a game with a considerable history.

I tried asking Qiong a question that had become almost a routine.

"Do you understand something now?"

"...It must be that psychological tests are not applicable to Ms. Asami."

I agree.

We continued eating.

Asuna repeatedly said "It's delicious" and gradually emptied her plate. Perhaps because she particularly liked potato stew, she chewed her food properly. The elegant Asuna only ate potato stew like she was shoveling rice into her mouth.

After seeing Asuna's appearance...

"Miss Asuna, would you like some of Sora's? I can't eat anymore."

Kyō handed over the potato stew, and Asuna nodded nervously.

"...Thank you, thank you."

After finishing dinner with Sora, I told Asuna to take her time eating, and then Sora and I left our seats to wash the dishes.

There's a bit of distance between my kitchen and the dining table. You can only hear a faint sound from the TV in the kitchen.

Qiong stood beside me as I rinsed the dishes, deftly washing them.

"Asuna is enjoying her meal. Sora, well done."