In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

Seeing his reply with a question mark, Hayasaka Ai felt a pang of unease, her excitement quickly turning into worry.

Oh no, he must have been woken up by me. He's probably really angry now, thinking I'm someone who has no sense of propriety...

As she hovered her finger over the phone screen, anxiously considering how to reply to the apology, Yuan Qianye sent her another message.

[Yuan Qianye: You bought my novel? Why didn't you tell me? The publisher gave me over a dozen copies, all hardcover, and I couldn't give them all away, plus they were all free.]

The maid stared at her phone screen, her worries vanishing. Suddenly, she chuckled, her clear, melodious laughter like the sound of silver bells, pure and light.

Yuan Qianye has been sleeping very late these past few days. Although he doesn't show it on his face, he is privately following his inner thoughts. He is completing the follow-up chapters of Si Ti while also conducting intensive self-searching on the Internet.

I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, and when I returned to my room, I saw that the maid had sent me a message.

He was just about to rest, so he turned off his computer, picked up his phone, leaned against the headboard, and started chatting with her.

As they chatted, I noticed that Hayasaka Aina's words were full of admiration and respect for me.

He couldn't help but wonder if she genuinely felt that way, or if it was just a polite remark to maintain their friendship.

This led me to want to see exactly what her expression was like now.

We did it right away.

With his God's-eye view unfolding, he saw Hayasaka Ai leaning against the headboard, her smile adorable, her eyes sparkling, and her expression quite sincere.

In addition, there was indeed his novel next to her pillow.

Just then, the maid got out of bed.

Logically speaking, since Yuan Qianye caught her expression and received confirmation, he should have been satisfied.

He did indeed intend to retract the God's-eye view.

But just as he was about to do so, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity about it.

During this pause, the maid got out of bed.

Now, Yuan Qianye saw it clearly and understood where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

She was leaning against the headboard, covering part of her upper body with the blanket, so it wasn't possible to see her completely.

But now, the moment she got off the bed and stood up, he saw it all clearly.

No, Ai, why are you wearing my clothes?!

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Volume 1: 154: That must be me! (6500) (11/12)

Unexpected events can happen anywhere in life.

Sometimes it appears unexpectedly and mischievously, catching you completely off guard.

After the maid got up from the bedside, her lower body was bare—her legs, which were white and her small feet were also bare, were particularly conspicuous against the dark floor in the dim environment with only a nightlight on…

No, that's not the point.

Gen Chiya waited quietly for Hayasaka Ai, whose expression had clearly relaxed considerably, to come out of the bathroom, and then observed her top more closely.

The shirt had unique gold buttons on the collar, and its large size made it look extremely loose on her. The hem hung down to cover her mid-thighs and her small bottom. She even had to fold up the cuffs so that she couldn't stick her hands out at all.

The more Yuan Qianye observed, the more certain he became of his conjecture.

These days, there are so many different kinds of clothes on the market, so the chances of wearing the same style are already very small.

Not to mention that Hayasaka Ai, a girl, was wearing men's clothes that didn't fit her at all.

The familiarity with many details subtly leads to a conclusion.

After calming down a bit, Yuan Qianye typed in the chat box, but after glancing at it, she didn't send it.

Asking directly is inappropriate, and this topic is indeed not easy to discuss openly; it could make things awkward for both of you.

Besides, what if I really did misunderstand?

The chances of it being a coincidence are small, but it's not impossible.

They chatted briefly for a while afterward. With her unwavering omniscient perspective, Yuan Qianye even caught a glimpse of Hayasaka Ai lifting the collar of her shirt and taking a deep breath.

After that, her eyes became unfocused, her expression like that of someone slightly tipsy after drinking, lost in the moment...

Gen Chiya: "???"

No, Ai, you...

He withdrew from his omniscient perspective, feeling it would be impolite to continue watching.

That night, because of the suspicions that welled up in his mind, he tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

He woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

Once I woke up, with something on my mind, I couldn't fall back asleep.

Although it's a little early, it's about time to wake Rikka up and get her ready for school.

He got up and went straight to Rikka's door and knocked.

After no response, I typed it again, but still no response.

That's normal. That's how she is when she sleeps. You can't wake her up with any noise. She has an enviable quality of sleep.

Yuan Qianye didn't pay any attention and simply pushed the door open and went inside.

Rikka doesn't know how she slept last night. Her whole body was lying across the middle of the bed, with her head tilted to the side, looking like she was about to fall off.

There was no blanket covering her stomach; her pajamas had been pulled up, revealing her white belly and cute little belly button. It's amazing she can sleep in that position; she must not be uncomfortable at all.

"Rikka, wake up, it's time to get up and get ready for school."

Gen Chiya nudged her, and Rikka slowly woke up.

"Why is it you, Qianye, who's waking me up today...? My alarm didn't wake me up..."

She opened her eyes with difficulty, yawned slightly, and got up. The buttons on her pajamas were not fastened, so her fair right shoulder was easily exposed to the air.

She glanced at the alarm clock on her desk, then rubbed her eyes in disbelief, realizing it was indeed only a little past six. She immediately glared angrily at Yuan Qianye, her expression filled with resentment.

"It's only six o'clock!"

"It's about six o'clock, time to get up."

"That's your schedule, I don't have any morning exercise planned!"

"Alright, alright, don't be so resentful. Go back to sleep, but first, unlock your phone."

Looking at the phone that Yuan Qianye had taken from the bedside table, Rikka was no longer sleepy. She vaguely realized that this was probably the reason for his unusual behavior today. She asked warily,

What are you going to do?

"Nothing much. You've always managed my social media accounts, so I just want to see how you usually reply to my followers."

"Oh, I see."

Gen Chiyo's request was reasonable, so Rikka no longer had any doubts. She immediately unlocked her phone, handed it over in a flattering manner, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Rikka looked smugly at him as he clicked into the software's reply backend.

"Don't worry about leaving your account to me. I'm friendly to everyone, and I'm a professional customer service representative. I definitely won't cause you any trouble."

"Yes..."

Yuan Qianye gave a perfunctory response.

He now has over 360,000 followers on the platform.

Recently, due to winning the Ranpo Prize, there has been a surge in prices in a short period of time.

As a result, the volume of private messages also exploded, with the backend overflowing with chat logs that were impossible to read.

This also greatly increased the difficulty for him to confirm his inner suspicions.

But these are minor issues; there are more direct solutions.

Gen Chiya pretended to look at it, then complimented Rikka, adding that she had worked hard helping him manage his account recently.

Having received affirmation, especially from the most capable person in the family, Rikka, who is easily satisfied, was overjoyed, and even her ahoge (cowlick) stood up.

Taking advantage of her heightened emotions and moment of vulnerability, Yuan Qianye spoke calmly: "Do you remember when you gave my shirt to a fan before?"

Rikka's smug expression froze instantly, turning pitiful: "That was so long ago, Chiyo, you're not going to bring up old grudges with me now, are you? I already massaged you for a month as punishment back then, and I've been so good lately. I even folded your clothes and put them in the closet for you when your sister was too lazy to do it, and I also cleaned your room for you."

“You misunderstood. That’s not what I meant. I was just thinking that you mentioned before that fan was very supportive of me, which is why you sent her my clothes. I was thinking that since she’s so supportive, and I’ve just published a book, I might as well send her a copy of the novel with my signature as a way of thanking her for her continued support.”

"Oh, is that all? No problem, leave it to me."

"With so many people contacting you backstage every day, do you still remember that fan from back then?"

"Of course, after all, she was one of the most active fans back then."

He was also the one who donated the most money during a certain period, making him the biggest contributor to the Liuhua Little Treasury.

"Also, I later created a fan group, and she would occasionally pop up in the group, so I have a deep impression of her."

"Oh, I see..."

Gen Chiya nodded with a subtle expression, watching as Rikka took the phone, entered a group chat, found a user with a heart-shaped profile picture, and typed and sent a message.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Qianye suddenly spoke up to stop Rikka as he looked at her typing: "Don't tell her that. Don't say that I'm thanking her. Just say it's the same as before, that you got the benefit for her yourself."

Rikka asked, puzzled, "Huh? Why?"

"I heard it from Ms. Kudo, who said that it's best for public figures not to have direct contact with fans in private, as it's not good and can easily lead to accidents for various reasons."

Anyway, it was just a way to fool them; Gen Chiya just gave a random excuse.

Rikka didn't quite understand, but there are so many things in this world that she doesn't understand. Since her older brother said so, she naturally believed it without a doubt.

Therefore, she gave a thumbs-up, her face showing understanding, and nodded with considerable wisdom.

"I understand, leave it to me."

Rikka deleted the text she had already edited and retyped it according to Minamoto Chiyo's instructions before sending it.

Gen Chiya was quite pleased with this, and secretly wished that Toka could be as easily fooled as Rikka.

In that case, he would be 99% certain that he could keep fooling her until she gave birth to his child.