I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"Hey"

Other members of the dance group came forward to join in the fun, and some girls still followed after half-changing their skirts.

Although safety pants are all that is required.

Fuchuan Heiya looked at the girls Yingying Yanyan, the sadness between her eyebrows was thicker than the previous few days.

Everyone in the dance group works hard, but to this extent...

It seems that training is necessary.

Arakawa Kotoyuki is not as timid and cautious as she was when they first met. After integrating into the new group, she is obviously more cheerful than before.

There are also reasons for the recent increase in the number of vtuber fans, including the news of having a mother, who no longer has to work hard for vague goals like a headless fly.

"Teacher Fuchuan ended the training early today and let us have a good rest."

Passing by the crowd at the door, Arakawa Kotoyuki had a shy blush on her face. A few girls she was close to just touched her while she was passing by.

"While you're free, why not go to Yuki's house after dinner."

Wuma Xingjin looked blankly at the girl's shy posture as if she was pregnant with spring, and said something strangely:

"It just so happened that I recently learned about a new maid restaurant."

Her hair, as bright as crow feathers, hangs down in front of her body and is drawn into a thrilling arc. Behind her is Nakazawa Shiori, who is pulled by Yuko Ishimoto with a smile on her face.

Arakawa Kotoyuki smiled brightly: "Let's go"

"I haven't been shopping for a long time."

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Chapter 50: That witch horse, were you peeking just now?

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuma Xingjin regretted it.

Fortunately, Arakawa Kotoyuki didn't look at him like trash like the minister did.

If people find out that XP is a uniform, my peaceful life will be over.

According to the address shared by Agent Tian, ​​we came to a lively pedestrian street in Chiba.

Wuma Xingjin noticed several girls in black and white maid uniforms distributing flyers and delivering tissues half a street away.

Sometimes when a potential customer is hesitant, the maid will follow her pitifully all the way until the customer overcomes her own ethics, turns from hypocritical to real, and obediently follows her into the house.

I guess it's the maid restaurant on the map.

The young and beautiful girl is wearing a custom-made maid outfit, with hand-sewn sketches of various animals on the hem of the skirt. The area between the high socks and the skirt is the absolute realm of snow-white thighs.

Simple color matching is anything but simple.

Coupled with the sweet smile, it can only be said that this store has a strong grasp on the male customers.

"Wait a moment, you two. The seats are full now and will be available soon."

When the short-haired maid saw Wuma Xingjin, her business-like smile became even sweeter.

However, after seeing Arakawa Kotoyuki next to him, he glanced at his mouth without leaving any trace.

Tsk, it’s a pity that I have a girlfriend.

But this handsome guy seems a bit familiar, and he always feels like a certain boy who was very popular at the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards.

Impossible, Tokyo is so big, how could I be so lucky?

"Then let's go somewhere else first, please save a seat."

"Okay, Master~"

Wuma Xingjin didn't expect this store to be so busy. It was not yet five o'clock in the afternoon, and it didn't seem to be the peak period for eating.

Where do so many people come to eat?

suddenly

A cold little hand held his little finger, and Wuma Xingjin turned his head to look at Arakawa Kotoyuki, whose face was red:

"Don't overthink it. This is for safety's sake."

"I know, but why are you blushing?"

"Why do you care so much?"

Then he continued in a voice as small as a mosquito:

"Besides, didn't we hold him last time?"

so cute.

He held her little hand with his backhand and put it into his pocket. The cold and tender touch in his palm made people love him. Wuma Xingjin squeezed it quietly inadvertently, looking like a gentleman:

"Then you need to hold it tighter."

Feeling Wu Ma Xingjin's dishonest movements, Arakawa Kotoyuki felt her heartbeat speed up, and the heat seemed to run to her face. She pursed her lips and scratched his warm palms with her nails:

"Don't use so much force and be careful with the manicure I just did."

The two didn't go far and bought a cup of milk tea at a milk tea shop called 'Mirai' on the roadside before returning to the maid restaurant.

Holding the biodegradable milk tea cup with one hand and holding Wuma Xingjin with the other hand, he took a sip of hot milk tea. The sweet and smooth taste made Kotoyuki Arakawa look happy:

“As expected, you should drink piping hot bubble milk tea in winter.”

"Wuma-kun, do you want to try it?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki's face turned red, probably because of the cold wind.

Maybe it was because I wanted to go shopping after a long time.

The girls in the dance group invited her more than once, but Arakawa Kotoyuki refused because she still had to work part-time.

If it weren't for the Hitachi Foundation, she would also like to go to a coffee shop with her new friends to chat about daily gossip.

Looking at the bright red color left on the edge of the straw, Wuma Xingjin hesitated for a moment.

"It's delicious."

I was just trying to be polite, but I didn't expect him to be so rude.

Taking the milk tea from Wuma Xingjin, steam erupted from Arakawa Koyuki's head, and he turned his face to look at the exquisite clothes on the doll models in the high-end clothing store next to him.

"By the way, do those noble ladies also drink this common drink?"

"They have a home mixologist and the milk is flown in from abroad."

"I'm not that troublesome."

After a few more minutes, a spot was finally vacated.

Under the leadership of the maid, Wu Ma Xingjin and Arakawa Kotoyuki sat down by the window on the second floor.

"Are there any special dishes?"

“Our restaurant recommends the ordered oil chicken and Chinese dumplings.”

If you are not a regular customer, it is a good idea to ask the restaurant staff for food recommendations if you are new to the restaurant.

After all, if the taste is average, I’m afraid I won’t have the confidence to promote it as a signature dish.

The prices on the menu are very affordable, and there is no such thing as 3000 yen for a serving of Maid Magic Omelette Rice.

After ordering several dishes that looked good, Arakawa Kotoyuki also picked one that suited his taste:

"Please give me a piece of Chinese dumplings and Ebi spring rolls."

"Hold on"

The maid girl, with a white bow tied around her back and waist, put down two glasses of white peach juice, bowed slightly and went downstairs with the dinner plate in her arms.

When the short-haired maid heard her colleagues discussing, she slowed down and stood aside. The maids gathered around their mobile phones:

"Look, Wuma Jun released a new video this afternoon!"

"Is it the one who does calligraphy?"

"That's right"

"Why is the final work blurred?"

"It's probably because the person who posted the video didn't want Mr. Wuma to reveal his strength so quickly."

"Makes sense."

"I really want to grind ink for my Wu Ma Sang, and then bend my ankles and fall into his arms..."

"If you fell on the ground, it is recommended to go to the hospital to check whether there is any problem with the brain stem."

"My heart is hurt."

It turned out to be the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards. Damn the former prime minister, if he had laughed earlier, there would be no need to postpone the competition.

At this time in previous years, I could sit at home and watch the primary election with my sister.

The neckline was really dangerous when the maid bowed just now. If it were deeper, it would probably be even deeper.

But there is one thing that Wu Ma Xingjin has always cared about.

The maid of the Yuki family is very conservatively dressed and looks inviolable.

Although it is too much for a guest to ask a maid to see the bottom of her skirt, but Ms. Mihara would still raise her skirt with a look of disgust, right?

It's just that winter is about to enter and the weather is getting colder, so the maids here have to dress so coolly for work.

Sure enough, this salary is not easy to earn.

Arakawa Kotoyuki pretended to be nonchalant while drinking bubble milk tea, and lightly kicked Wuma Xingjin with her calves under the table:

"I said Mr. Wuma, were you peeking at the maid when she bent over?"

"You are wrong." Wuma Xingjin smiled and touched his nose.

"Too"