How to raise a random guy's wife

"And during observation, we can determine which slit the photon passed through, and without self-interference, the interference fringes disappear?"

“That’s right.” Kobayashi Sora nodded. “This is the collapse caused by superposition and measurement.”

“Let me give you an example,” Kasumigaoka Utaha organized her thoughts, “If you have two doors in front of you, when no one is watching you, you are in a superposition state, which means there are two versions of you passing through the two doors at the same time, and then you collide at the door and end up in the hospital. But when someone is watching you, it means you are the only one passing through one door.”

“That’s what I mean,” Kobayashi Sora suggested, “but could you think of me in a better way?”

"By the way, how did you know that?"

How about some short video bombardment?

"I have a broad range of knowledge."

"I roughly understand." Kasumigaoka Utaha scribbled on the paper. "We also need to add a narrator."

"Then this narrator role could also have its own storyline."

“Indeed.” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded. “Are there any similar ones?”

"Hmm...how about learning about the four mythical beasts of physics?"

"You speak, I'll listen." Kasumigaoka Utaha took out her notebook.

Kobayashi Sora glanced at the time and said that it wouldn't take much time to go back after she finished speaking.

He was wrong.

After explaining the four mythical beasts, I still need to deduce the outline, consider the plot, pull Kasumigaoka Utaha back from the red line, and give her the reactions she needs to match her performance.

Kobayashi Sora truly understood Machida Sonoko's hardships and also understood why the editor had that expression when mentioning Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Chapter 33 Apologies are necessary

Kasumigaoka Utaha's schedule is irregular, while Kobayashi Sora's schedule is very regular.

Moreover, unlike Kasumigaoka Utaha who creates continuously, Kobayashi Sora, as a supporter of the creation process, responds intermittently.

The feeling is that you can play games all night without feeling sleepy, but you might fall asleep instantly while waiting for the game to load.

While Kasumigaoka Utaha was full of energy, Kobayashi Sora had already started performing the "Chicken Pecking Rice" scene.

"What about the underwear?" Kasumigaoka Utaha began her line performance again.

"Huh?" Kobayashi Sora asked sleepily.

"It's okay to keep wearing the same clothes, but I don't want to wear the same socks and underwear anymore."

After taking a shower?

Kobayashi Sora rubbed her eyes. "Shall I help you wash them?"

"Then I'd rather die."

"If it's my senior's underwear, I don't care if it's dirty."

"It's...it's not dirty!"

“Being a little dirty makes it more valuable.” Kobayashi Sora seemed to be Yu Qian drunk on stage, subconsciously cooperating with Kasumigaoka Utaha’s performance.

"Stay away from such perverted thoughts!"

"So, senior isn't wearing a bra right now?"

"There are bath towels available."

"oh oh......"

"Don't let your mind wander and find pleasure in things you don't want to do."

"Is it okay if it's just wishful thinking?"

Why are you so lecherous?

"It would be asking a fool to tell me not to get excited when faced with a beautiful senior who only has a bath towel."

Does that mean it's my fault?

"I had no intention of stealing your credit..."

Kobayashi Sora seemed a little more alert, but the performance was over again.

He was caught up in sleep again, leaning forward and sprawling on the coffee table.

"sorry......"

Kobayashi Sora vaguely heard those words.

"When apologizing, you should show..." Kobayashi Sora hadn't finished speaking when she fell into a dream brought on by extreme drowsiness.

Not hearing a complete reply, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up and saw Kobayashi Sora in a strange posture.

"Is it already this late?" She snapped out of her creative reverie; there was already a faint light outside.

After stretching vigorously, Kasumigaoka Utaha heard a series of sounds coming from inside her body.

She's used to this; no matter how careful she is, sitting for long periods will make her body stiff.

In comparison... given Kobayashi Sora's sleeping posture, when she wakes up, she'll probably have backaches, leg cramps, and a severe stiff neck.

As she slept, Kobayashi Sora's brows furrowed slightly. Her fox-like eyes, when closed, held a hint of leisure. Her thin lips were squeezed out of shape by her arm, which made her look rather cute.

After staring at him for a while and finding that he had no intention of changing his posture, Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked her tongue, stood up, and tried to pull Kobayashi Sora to the sofa.

However, for someone who is 1.68 meters tall and weighs 52 kilograms, it would be a bit too much of a stretch for her to lift up Kobayashi Sora, who is 1.8 meters tall, with one hand.

As everyone knows, the literary girl doesn't have any points allocated to strength.

"Why is he so heavy... He looks so thin, where did all the fat go..." Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered, grabbing Kobayashi Sora's armpits with both hands and barely pulling him up, only to be pulled back onto the sofa by his weight the next moment.

"Ugh..." Kasumigaoka Utaha barely managed to escape Kobayashi Sora's oppressive presence, looking at him sleeping soundly on the sofa, her gaze sweeping over the scattered manuscript papers on the floor, "I'm sorry..."

With her eyelids slightly lowered, Kasumigaoka Utaha softly repeated her previous lines.

"sorry......"

"When apologizing..." Kobayashi Sora's voice was muffled, "you have to show..."

"You're asleep and you're still thinking about these things... still thinking about work?" Kasumigaoka Utaha hooked her fingers around her collar and pulled it down slightly, revealing the edge of her bra. "I did it."

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled, "Don't blame me if you can't see it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened without warning.

"I knew it would be late, but I didn't expect to come back this late," Kasumigaoka's father said with a sigh as he opened the door.

Mom and Dad stood at the door, their gazes freezing instantly.

On the sofa, the daughter was wearing a loose T-shirt, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything on her lower body—no, she was wearing pantyhose.

She was clutching her collar; beneath her lay a man fast asleep on the sofa.

"Huh?" Kasumigaoka Utaha's body stiffened, unsure how to react for a moment.

Mom turned to Dad and said, "You're back early."

Kasumigaoka's father was silent for a moment, then said, "This should be considered illegal."

"No!" Kasumigaoka Utaha released her grip on her collar.

“If it’s not discovered, then it isn’t,” Kasumigaoka’s mother added. “Honey, did you see anything?”

Kasumigaoka's father: "What do you see?"

Kasumigaoka's mother: "What?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Hmm?"

Kasumigaoka's father: "Remember to clean it up."

Kasumigaoka's mother: "Don't cause any deaths."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Huh?"

Kasumigaoka's father: "Sorry to bother you."

Kasumigaoka's mother: "Goodbye."

Snapped.

The door closed again.

Just as Eriri's otaku tendencies are inherited from her parents, Kasumigaoka Utaha's personality is also influenced by her family education.

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "......"

Kobayashi Sora: "Revealed..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "......" Showing my ass!

-

Poor sleep.

Kobayashi Sora woke up feeling unwell. He had a regular sleep schedule, and even if he hadn't slept enough, he would still wake up at his usual time.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Kobayashi Sora sat up, grabbed the blanket that had slipped off, and turned around to see an unfamiliar pillow.

Hmm... Kasumigaoka Utaha's house.

He remembered.

He twisted his neck, and a sore, cracking sound rang out. The drowsiness in his head was accompanied by a nauseating pain. He pressed his throbbing temples and gasped for breath.

It feels like working overtime back in the day.

After gulping down several glasses of water and washing her face with cold water, Kobayashi Sora felt a little better.

The bedroom door was open, and Kobayashi Sora glanced at it and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha on the bed.

Her long, black hair was disheveled, and she was still wearing the T-shirt she wore last night. She was hugging the blanket with both hands, and her plump legs, encased in black pantyhose, were tightly pressed against the blanket. The hem of her T-shirt was messy, revealing the snow-white skin of her slender waist.

Kobayashi Sora glanced at it.

I opened my phone to check the time and found a new email.