I, Kousaka Kyousuke, the Knight of the Helping Table

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Kyousuke's consciousness seemed to have finally surfaced——

"a."

"Forehead..."

When he opened his eyes, Kyousuke first found himself on the tatami in a Japanese-style room. Then he saw the beautiful woman (wearing a black kimono) holding his hands tightly and smiling. At this time, a beam of morning sunlight fell down, making this smile suddenly have a sacred feeling.

Who is this?

Fumino or Yukino?

Because he had seen the black kimono version of Yukino too many times recently, Kyosuke was not sure who the beautiful woman holding his hands was. Even if Kyosuke's emotional intelligence was not up to standard, he knew the terrible consequences of calling the wrong name in this situation, so for the sake of safety, Kyosuke did not dare to speak.

"Kyosuke? What's wrong with you?"

When Liren saw that Kyosuke opened his eyes and stared at her without saying anything, she asked worriedly.

Kyosuke breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the other party speak. He knew that the person in front of him was the real Fumino and not a cosplay of Yukino.

"Fum...No."

it hurts!

Suddenly, Kyosuke felt a wave of overwhelming pain sweeping through his head.

"Well..."

Kyosuke had to regretfully pull back his left hand and cover his head.

Seeing Kyosuke's painful look, Fumino couldn't help but sigh. She let go of Kyosuke's right hand and placed both hands on the temples on both sides of Kyosuke's head and began to rub them gently.

Feeling Fumino's gentle movements, Kyosuke moaned in comfort.

"How does this feel?"

"Excellent."

Kyosuke gave Fumino a thumbs-up with a weak smile.

"Which part?"

Fumino was amused by Kyosuke's funny look.

"Both. Both the people and the techniques are the best."

Kyosuke twisted his body slightly to make himself more comfortable. Fumino stopped what she was doing after seeing Kyosuke's actions, stood up and knelt in front of Kyosuke again. She lifted Kyosuke's head and gently placed it on her knees.

Could this be the legendary knee pillow?

Feeling the soft touch on his head, Kyosuke's body became a little stiff.

"Relax." Fumino noticed Kyosuke's nervousness, and she stroked his shoulders to make him relax. "Don't think of anything else, just treat it as a normal massage."

Just kidding! I provide massage services myself, and I have never seen any clients ask for a knee pillow.

However, Kyosuke still listened to Fumino's words and relaxed his body. However, Kyosuke felt that he had to take the free benefits, so he turned his body sideways, deliberately arched his body into Fumino's arms twice, and gently rubbed his hands on Fumino's hands that were massaging him.

"Stop it." Fumino slapped Kyosuke's hand. "You're already such a grown-up, why are you always drunk?"

Hearing Fumino's complaints, Kyosuke didn't say anything. He didn't have the nerve to say that he wasn't drunk but was drugged. He could only pretend to have a headache and stammered twice, then stopped talking and enjoyed Fumino's lap pillow and massage. The soft feeling of the whole head greatly relaxed Kyosuke's nerves, and he began to feel a little drowsy.

Just when Kyosuke felt that he was in paradise, the paper door of the bedroom was suddenly opened. Haruno and Yukino appeared at the bedroom door together.

"Well, I can explain..."

Kyosuke suddenly woke up completely, with cold sweat pouring down his face.

Seeing the posture of Kyousuke and Fumino, Haruno was a little surprised at first, and then immediately showed a teasing expression. On the other hand, Yukino's face turned red after seeing the two people in the room, not because of shyness but because of anger.

Yang No looked back and forth between Kyousuke, her mother, and her sister, and immediately made the decision to add fuel to the fire: "Kyousuke, do you know what Article 174 of the Criminal Law says?"

Kyousuke didn't react and answered subconsciously: "Public...public indecency?"

These words immediately pissed off Yukino, and she kicked Kyosuke who was lying there.

"Get that damn head off my mom right now!!!"

PS: I got carsick again while practicing driving today. I felt groggy when I was writing this chapter. I feel like I need a gentle lady to give me a set of knee pillow + head massage. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 23 Mi Jiang: Zelda is the enemy of coding

The Yukinoshita old house is a standard Japanese building. Kyosuke likes this style of house very much, and he is particularly envious of the courtyard with a small pond.

Having an independent house with a yard has been Kyosuke's dream since his previous life, but unfortunately, he was not able to realize this dream until he traveled through time.

The Takasaka family after the time travel is an independent two-story house, but the yard is a bit disappointing. The small place is secondary, but mainly because neither Kanano nor Daisuke has any idea of ​​decorating the yard. When decorating the house before, Daisuke had someone build a storage room in the small yard to store sundries. In this way, the originally small space was occupied by the independent storage room. Kyosuke, who had originally planned to make good use of the space in the yard, was disappointed for a long time.

However, there was one thing in the Yukinoshita old house that made Kyosuke feel uncomfortable, that is, the dining table was actually a fukudai. This low old-fashioned dining table can only be eaten by kneeling at the table. For Kyosuke, who has been sitting to eat for two lifetimes, it is really a bit awkward to eat like this. Of course, if it was only Fumino, he could still be unrestrained and eat cross-legged. But now he dare not do so even if he has two more courage.

The reason was simple. The person sitting at the head of the table was not Fumino but old man Yukinoshita Tensei. Kyousuke already regretted accepting Fumino's invitation to stay here for breakfast. If he had known that her father would be there, Kyousuke would never have stayed.

At this time, the dining table in the Yukinoshita family was eerily quiet, and everyone was eating quietly.

Even the usually naughty Yang Noi acted like a lady, quietly eating her breakfast. However, from the teasing looks she gave him, Kyosuke knew that she was not as well behaved as she appeared.

"Well..."

Old man Tiancheng's gaze was once again directed at Kyosuke - his dark left eye socket.

So~scary...this look.

Although he didn't feel very happy, Kyosuke knew very well that the old man in front of him hated his problem so much.

Imagine waking up in the morning and seeing a man with a black eye coming out of the room with your daughter, followed by your two granddaughters, especially when the man has a history with your daughter and your daughter is pregnant with his child.

The most important thing is that this man is not your son-in-law, but your granddaughter's classmate...

Hmm... Kyosuke thought about it for a moment, and he felt that the other party was just glaring at him instead of chopping him with a knife. He should be grateful for the current legal society and the fact that the other party did not have Merlin in his hand.

As for the damn panda eye on the left, it was the masterpiece of Yukino in the morning. After kicking Kyosuke away from his mother, Yukino then skillfully punched Kyosuke in the face again. This combo was so skillful that Kyosuke suspected that Yukino had secretly practiced this in private a long time ago.

This is not good. Two of the four Yukinoshita people at the table don't like me, which is already half of the total.

Feeling the crisis, Kyosuke looked at Fumino who was drinking soup silently with pleading eyes, hoping that she could say something to help him. Unfortunately, Fumino only gave him a helpless look in return.

Kyosuke suddenly felt that he was abandoned by the whole world. He could only eat the food in front of him with a sad face.

The breakfast was rich and delicious, but Kyosuke didn't like it.

In order to end this embarrassing breakfast as soon as possible, he could only finish his meal as quickly as possible without making any noise.

"I..."

After putting down the empty bowl, Kyosuke prepared to say goodbye to the Yukinoshita family.

"You want another bowl?"

Fumino picked up Kyosuke's empty bowl and handed it to the maid who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"that..."

"Here, you're welcome, Kyousuke."

Kyosuke wanted to tell Fumino that he didn't need it, but Fumino put the bowl of rice in front of him and pinched Kyosuke's thigh where no one else could see.

"Thank you...thank you."

What else could Kyosuke say? He could only accept Fumino's gift silently.

However, the others at the table were not very satisfied.

Yukino slammed the bowl heavily on the chopping board to express her emotion.

"Yukino...Handle the bowl with care. Didn't I teach you the rules?"

"Yes..."

Yukino gritted her teeth as she responded to her mother's lecture. She didn't dare to lose her temper with Fumino, so she could only move her lips silently towards Kyousuke.

Although Kyosuke had no idea what Yukino was saying as he had never learned lip reading, he was sure that it was definitely not something good.

"Cough cough..."

Tiancheng coughed softly a few times to remind Wen Nai to pay attention.

But Fumino obviously had no intention of letting her father go. She raised her eyebrow and teased her father.

"Ah, father. If you are not feeling well, don't be so stubborn. Why don't you go back to your room and lie down? I will arrange for someone to bring you food."

"you..."

Tiancheng never expected Wenno to say that.

Fumino slapped the table with her right hand holding the chopsticks: "What do you mean by 'I'? Just eat properly and don't mess around with other things."

"Humph!"

Tiancheng didn't have the courage to argue with his daughter, he could only comfort himself by using the excuse that pregnant women have fickle moods. However, the look he gave Kyosuke became more intriguing.

Kyosuke knew that he was bound to take the blame, so he could only lower his head to eat and dare not look at Yukino and Tiancheng's faces. He now only hoped to get out of this predicament as soon as possible, so he could only finish everything on his plate as quickly as possible. He even forced himself to swallow the pickled radish that he didn't like, just to avoid giving Fumino an excuse to serve him more rice.

"I'm full, thanks for the treat."

Kyosuke put down his bowl and chopsticks, then quickly stood up and left the table, wanting to get out of this heavy-atmosphere room as quickly as possible.

"Please wait a moment. Kousaka...Kun...Kyousuke."

Tiancheng called out to Kyosuke who had already walked to the door, but he obviously hadn't figured out how to address Kyosuke.

"Pfft~"

Hearing that strange name, the three Miss Yukinoshita nearby couldn't help but shake their shoulders and laugh.

"Come to my room later, I have something to talk to you about."

What do you want to talk about, old man? How can I be made into pork soup?

Kyosuke looked at Fumino, and after seeing Kyosuke's inquiring look, the other party nodded slightly, allowing Kyosuke to agree.

"Okay, I know."