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

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

"You'd be better off saving those kinds of words for your girlfriend."

Kazusa didn't look at him, and her tone remained calm, but a very faint blush seemed to rise at the base of her ears, whether from the light in the private room or something else, it was hard to tell.

Seeing that she deliberately avoided his gaze, Gen Chiya smiled and didn't continue the somewhat awkward topic. Instead, he asked about Touma Yoko's recent situation, who had just finished her world tour and returned to Japan for a temporary rest.

"She slept for two days straight after she got home, saying she wanted to make up for all the sleep she missed during the tour. She's in pretty good shape now. Yesterday she even suddenly got the urge to cook dessert for me."

When her mother was mentioned, Kazusa's tone became more natural, and she began to complain.

"However, Aunt Shibata did almost all of the work. She was only responsible for throwing in some seasonings, but even that made a mess of things. She mixed up the sugar and salt, so the final product was inedible."

"After all, Aunt Yaozi's hands are priceless. They are the guarantee for her to pursue her musical ideals and are also insured with a huge amount of money. It is not too much to be careful. It is already very commendable that she has this intention."

"You mean I should be moved by her actions?"

“It’s not a bad thing to be touched once in a while. She really loves you. When we talk on the phone, she talks most about how she’s abroad and can’t help me. She asks me to take good care of her precious daughter. I feel a bit ashamed to say that I agreed to it, but I don’t think I did much of it.”

Kazusa just twitched the corner of her mouth, didn't reply, and went back to dealing with her cake.

Yuan Qianye looked at her and continued, "By the way, Kazusa, after we get back today, could you please pass on a message to Aunt Youzi and ask when she'll be free? I'd like to visit her."

Kazusa paused in her chewing for a moment, then looked up at him: "What do you need her for? Is it something like asking her to help with music arrangement?"

"Don't think of me as someone who's only interested in helping others." Yuan Qianye chuckled and shook her head: "There's something else I want to talk to her about seriously."

"So what exactly is it?"

"I think it's time to have a serious talk with her about what's going on between us."

"puff--!!!"

Upon hearing that Chiyo Minamoto had said this without changing her expression and with great seriousness, Kazusa couldn't hold back and unceremoniously spat out some of the cake she had just taken a bite of!

Fortunately, the music playing loudly in the private room masked her loss of composure.

"Cough! Cough cough cough...!" Kazusa choked, her face turning red, and she awkwardly covered her mouth, coughing violently.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Yuan Qianye seemed to have anticipated her reaction, a smile flashing across his face as he handed her a few tissues.

Kazusa took the tissue, turned her head, and wiped her mouth haphazardly. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest!

She barely managed to control her almost out-of-control expression and tried to make her voice sound calm, but the slight tremor betrayed her unease: "Talk to... talk to my mother about us? What... exactly do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. You'll understand when the time comes."

This answer is practically no answer at all!

It's hard to tell whether this guy was being malicious and deliberately teasing people, or whether he felt that they were on the same wavelength and understood each other without needing to say anything.

But after he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards Saeko and the others, abruptly ending the conversation, and at the same time, a sly, fox-like smile appeared on his face...

Kazusa believes there is a 99% chance that it is the former!

That awful guy!

Although Kazusa was indignant about this, she couldn't bring herself to dislike him.

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At 8:40 p.m., the celebration banquet came to an end amidst laughter and joy.

Saeko and Kazusa were going the same way, so they hailed the same taxi and left together.

Eriri said goodbye to her close female classmates and walked together toward the nearest train station.

The remaining four—Chiya Minamoto, Rikka, Eriri, and Yukino—started a second round of games at Chiya's suggestion.

After all, there were many people and it was lively just now, so it wasn't convenient to discuss some serious matters in detail.

Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend, so it's fine to go back a little later tonight.

The driver for the Yukino family was already waiting outside the door.

The black luxury sedan carrying four people drove smoothly toward Yuan Qianye's studio.

In the dead of night, most of the companies in the office building had already turned off their lights, except for the president's office on the floor where Yuan Qianye Studio was located, which was still lit up.

The door was pushed open.

Kudo Miyoko, who was hunched over her large desk, frowning as she checked a pile of documents, looked up at the sound.

Upon seeing the person approaching, she immediately smiled gently and casually took off her blue light blocking glasses.

"Boss? What brings you here at this hour?" She was a little surprised, then looked at the three girls behind Yuan Qianye and waved to them with a smile: "Eriri, Rikka, Yukino, good evening."

Gen Chiya placed the bag he was carrying on an empty corner of the desk: "When I saw that Uncle Fujiwara's car was still there downstairs, I guessed that you must still be working overtime."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Miyoko immediately got up and walked to the window to look down. Sure enough, she saw that familiar car still parked in the same spot.

She couldn't help but rub her forehead, somewhat helplessly: "Didn't I already tell Mr. Fujiwara to go back and rest and not wait for me? He's been traveling all over the country with us lately, he must be exhausted..."

"That's not your place to say."

Yuan Qianye walked to her side and lightly tapped her on the head with a chopstick, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"Didn't I tell you on the way back that the intense work period has come to an end, and I'm giving you a few days off to rest well? You can temporarily hand over your work to someone else."

"Well……"

Miyoko clutched the spot where she had been hit. Even though it didn't hurt, she still put on a pitiful expression and protested.

“Boss, I can’t stand being idle. I don’t know what to do when I’m resting… Besides, I’ve always been the one organizing and arranging your schedule, and I’ve always been the one handling the company’s financial audits. I’m not comfortable handing it over to someone else. I’ll definitely have to go through it all myself in the end… So it would have been better to let me do it from the beginning. It would have been more efficient.”

They actually dared to talk back?

Yuan Qianye wanted to put on a boss-like air and lecture a few more times, but Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been watching quietly from the side, suddenly raised her hand, gently pressed the back of her hand to her lips, and coughed softly.

Although she didn't say anything, Yuan Qianye instantly understood her meaning when her gaze swept over him.

Miss Miyoko is older than you, she's an elder, and also a reliable and capable assistant. Show her some respect and don't "bully" her too much.

Although Chiyo felt that he and Miyoko wouldn't care about jokes of this level.

But since Yukino had reminded him, he was happy to take the opportunity to back down and let it go.

"Alright, alright, stop what you're doing. That's it for tonight, mandatory clock out." Yuan Qianye's tone softened as he pointed to the takeout bag on the table: "I just bought some late-night snacks for Uncle Fujiwara, and I also brought you one: honey-glazed beef rice bowl and some chilled beer."

Miyoko's eyes lit up: "Thank you, boss! You really understand me best!"

She deftly tidied up the documents on the table, making room for them, and eagerly opened the still-steaming lunchbox.

Chiya then led Eriri, Rikka, and Yukino to the guest sofa area on the other side of the office and sat down.

He poured everyone a cup of hot tea, then took his laptop, placed it on the coffee table, and opened it.

“Come on, Eriri, and you can take a look too, Yukino.” Gen Chiya entered the password and opened a folder, his expression becoming more serious: “The more detailed story outline, world setting, and main character settings for [Death Note] are all in here.”

Eriri and Yukino immediately became focused upon hearing this.

When Rikka had some free time, she propped herself up on the sofa with both hands, swayed her legs lightly, and looked around at her older brother's office. The ahoge on her head suddenly stood up the moment she saw the snack cabinet!

She got up, walked over, and pulled out a bag of pistachios. Feeling a bit happy, she figured it would be perfect to have a treat right now.

Just as she sat back down on the sofa and was about to open the package, the snacks in her hand were suddenly snatched away by Yuan Qianye.

She turned her head in dissatisfaction, only to meet her older brother's subtle and somewhat ambiguous gaze.

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238: The Plump Rikka and the Threesome Unlocked (5k)

"It's already this late, so don't eat anything anymore."

"Why? It's just nuts. I can just return them to you later."

Rikka reached out to grab it, but Genjiro raised his hand high to suppress her with his height, preventing her from succeeding.

"This has nothing to do with being stingy or not. Rikka, have you... gotten a bit rounder lately?"

Upon hearing this, the office, which had been filled with faint noise, instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Just like a koala clinging to Chiyo, Rikka, who was trying to snatch snacks, froze in her tracks.

Miyoko, who was sitting behind her desk, scrolling through her phone and taking small bites of her late-night snack, paused for a moment while chewing.

Eriri and Yukino, who were sitting on the opposite sofa, quietly exchanging details of the outline while looking at their laptop screens, also stopped their discussion.

Several pairs of eyes immediately focused on them.

Then, very quickly, Miyoko pursed her lips tightly and lowered her head.

Eriri and Yukino glanced at the adoptive siblings, then simultaneously turned their faces away and let out a soft laugh.

The air instantly filled with a tacit, joyful atmosphere.

"I didn't!" Rikka's face flushed red at a visible speed, from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, and her voice rose several octaves as she tried to use the volume to cover up her guilt.

Yuan Qianye remained unmoved and began to present the facts and reason with her from a fair and objective perspective.

He held up a finger and pointed vaguely: "Face, it's gotten a whole rounder. It used to be a cute oval face, now it's almost like a little steamed bun. Hands..."

He grabbed Rikka's wrist as she tried to cover his mouth, and squeezed the back of her hand and knuckles: "Your palms are so chubby, and your fingers seem to have gotten rounder too, and your legs..."

His gaze swept downwards, landing on Rikka's legs encased in over-the-knee stockings: "Hmm, they've become quite plump too."

For now, you are still a cute and lovely young girl.

But the current situation is approaching a dangerous critical point. If this continues, you will enter another stage.

At that point, the problem won't just be about appearance; it will also endanger your health.

Rikka cried out even louder, her voice tinged with shame and anger at being caught out: "I...didn't...do...it!!!"

She hurriedly sought confirmation from her two friends: "Eriri! Yukino! Say something! I'm not fat!"

Eriri, whose name was called, stiffened, her eyes starting to dart around uncontrollably.

She stammered, her voice clearly weak: "Um... well... I, I haven't really noticed any changes in you, Rikka..."

Rikka suddenly felt confident: "Look!"

"What am I looking at? Eriri's voice is so soft it's almost floating. She's clearly trying to save face for you as a good friend and doesn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Yukino!" Rikka tried to grasp at the last straw!

Yukino coughed awkwardly, "...Sorry, Rikka, I refuse to answer that question."