Yamada Ryo shook his head expressionlessly: "It's not as good as when I made it."

Because she frequently visited Nanxiang Shi's small rented room, her stomach was completely spoiled by Nanxiang Shi.

I rarely eat out anymore.

Occasionally, I would go out, but it was always to eat at upscale restaurants with my parents.

Even so.

She still felt that the food made by chefs in those high-end restaurants wasn't as delicious as what she used to make in Nanxiang.

and so--

"When will you invite me to your house for dinner?"

"Ms. Yamada, do you remember you called me over because you wanted me to freeload a meal?"

"When will you invite me to your house for dinner?"

"Don't ignore what I'm saying."

The two stood up as they talked, seemingly intending to leave.

It was precisely at the moment the two of them stood up.

Rio Futaba's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Um... excuse me, Nango-kun, may I ask one last question?"

"What's the problem?"

When Nango was called to a stop, he stopped and turned to look at Rio Futaba.

"Nanxiang, why are you helping me like this?"

After hesitating for a moment, Rio Futaba finally spoke.

My personality is very awkward.

Even Rio Futaba can clearly understand this point.

On one hand, there is the potential for hope.

On the other hand, there's the choice regarding romantic relationships.

She was caught in the middle, hesitant and unsure whether to move forward or backward.

This personality is simply troublesome and terrible.

But Nanxiang was willing to help her again and again, and listened carefully to her discussions.

So she really didn't understand.

Why did Nanxiang repeatedly lend a helping hand to such a troublesome woman like her?

She herself is...an awkward, troublesome, and withdrawn science girl.

Under her gaze.

A refreshing smile, different from before, appeared on Nanxiang Shijunya's face.

Then he spoke:

"I don't know, I just wanted to help, there's no particular reason."

Yes, even Nanago Toki couldn't give a clear reason for helping Futaba Rio in a short time.

It might be because in the simulation, she was seen entering and leaving the science lab alone.

Seeing that she didn't know how to respond when he greeted her, she could only use the act of "making coffee" to cover up her awkward and adorable embarrassment.

Or perhaps it's because Nango saw in her the shadow of the lonely, somber side of Goto Ichiri.

Alone.

Although she appears strong on the outside, she is actually very fragile on the inside.

Nango Toki didn't protect such a girl, but he also wouldn't hurt her.

In short, there are many reasons.

But to determine which one it is...

He really couldn't explain it.

Nango Toki smiled and left with Yamada Ryo.

I watched Nanxiang's departing figure.

Rio Futaba gently placed her palm on her chest.

do not know why.

My heart has completely calmed down.

But then it started pounding violently again.

......

Now that we've already left Ocha High School.

Nanxiang naturally had no intention of returning.

After all, he had nothing to do at school, and the Ocha Festival itself was an event that students would hold on Saturdays and Sundays.

Even if they sneak out of school, it won't cause any harm.

In addition, Ms. Yamada kept urging him to cook quickly.

When they arrived in Nanxiang, they had no choice but to feed it first before considering anything else.

About half an hour later—

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore."

Setting down the completely empty plate, Yamada Ryo uttered a completely satisfied, emotionless sound.

"Wash the dishes for me."

Nanxiang didn't even bother to lift his eyes before speaking.

"it is good..."

Yamada Ryo stood up, feeling quite full, and reluctantly finished washing the dishes and put them down.

Then, under Nanxiang Shi's gaze, she lay down on Nanxiang Shi's bed without hesitation.

"...You've eaten enough...Shouldn't you go home now?"

Nango squinted and offered his opinion on Ms. Yamada's behavior.

"No way."

Clearly, Ms. Yamada had no intention of heeding Nango's opinion. She lay back, her petite and adorable body burrowing into the covers, tucking her mouth, nose, and ears under the covers, leaving only her eyes peeking out. She then gave a cute yawn.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up later."

Aren't you afraid I might do something to you while you're asleep?

Nanxiang deliberately spoke in this way.

"I've already bought the necessary safety equipment, and it's in my right-hand pocket. I'll remember to wear it when I need to."

Ms. Yamada turned her face away indifferently.

Those amber eyes remained calm: "We still need to take measures, right?"

"......" Nanxiang time.

"Do you know what you're saying, Ms. Yamada?"

Although I already knew that this woman lacked common sense in every aspect.

But Nanxiang never expected things to come to this.

"Hmm? About the security measures?"

"......" Nanxiang time.

"I slept."

Seeing that Nango had stopped speaking, Yamada Ryo closed his amber eyes under Nango's gaze.

There was a moment.

He really had the idea of ​​pinning Ms. Yamada down and taking her right there and then.

Didn't you say you'd already bought safety measures?

Then I'll use it right now!

I really don't know if this person has absolutely no sense of crisis.

This is a boy's home.

A little girl is sleeping right next to you, relying on a boy's self-control?

Just kidding?

of course.

This is just a thought.

After all, if it really were to be the first time, it would definitely be when Ms. Yamada was sober.

They did all sorts of things while she was sleeping.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem quite right, does it?

And Ms. Yamada did that kind of thing while she was sober...

I wonder what kind of expression she'll show on that always expressionless face... I'm just thinking about it.

I already found it very interesting when I was in Nanxiang.

As for his current seventeen-year-old body...

I still felt I could control myself when I was in Nanxiang.

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