In the time loop, I do whatever I want

Nakano Ichika was very satisfied looking at the photos on her phone.

As expected, I am the cuter sister~

After this little episode, Shiyu bought two books that she had picked out long ago and took her leave.

She also had to visit Matsukaze Mayu.

Since Fushimi Makoto said he was not free today, she would not force him.

There was one thing that made her feel a little regretful - she had not seen the photos of the two girls with her own eyes.

She didn't think she would be attracted by Fushimi Makoto's photography skills, but Nakano Ichika and the others looked so happy, so the photos must be very beautiful.

She is also curious.

But Fushimi Makoto never said to her from beginning to end: "Senpai, do you want to take pictures too?"

She and Nakano Ichika were not familiar with each other, so she did not ask to see the photos.

"It seems he has a good relationship with the girls from the Nakano family."

This thought came to Shiyu's mind after she bought the gift.

She herself may not realize that her thoughts are exactly the same as Yukino's original feeling of disappointment.

the other side.

In order to prevent May from disturbing her "date", Ichika Nakano went to a nearby store to buy meat buns for her sister.

Nakano Satsuki accepted the benefit, but was told by Ichika not to go home for dinner, so she had no choice but to say goodbye.

Before leaving, she looked back at Fushimi Makoto's figure, wondering if they were going to talk about Ichika's secret next?

Her curiosity made her want to eavesdrop, but she was quickly suppressed by reason.

"Now it's time to get down to business."

Fushimi Makoto looked at the smiling girl beside him and said deliberately.

Nakano Ichika cutely shook her head: "No, this is our rare alone time, we can talk about business next time."

"Are you showing me your laziness?"

"It's a bit rude of you to say that, Cheng."

Nakano Ichika concealed her embarrassment.

She was afraid that the other party would bring up the "garbage dump" again, so she quickly glanced around and soon had an idea in her mind.

"I'm going to buy some juice, what about you?"

She pointed to a busy cold drink shop at the intersection ahead.

Fushimi Makoto: "I don't need it."

This cold drink shop is doing very good business. There are more than ten people queuing at the door alone, and there are customers walking back after buying things on both sides. The store, which is not big to begin with, immediately seems crowded.

Nakano Ichika pretended not to notice the passers-by. She deliberately walked towards the crowded places, looking forward to something in her heart.

She slowed down her pace and waited, and suddenly felt a warmth in the palm of her right hand.

Her hand was held.

Then Fushimi Makoto's voice rang out: "Why don't you look at the road? There are so many people here, be careful you get squeezed away."

Nakano Ichika turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you for the reminder."

The warmth in her palm made her feel a little shy like a girl, but she covered it up with her acting skills.

Sure enough, high-end hunters often appear as prey.

She was proud in her heart.

However, Fushimi Makoto suddenly said, "Your acting skills are still a little immature. It seems that I was right to form a club. You have to work hard to improve in the future."

Nakano Ichika's smile froze, but she quickly adjusted her mood and pretended to be confused, "Acheng, what are you talking about?"

Fushimi Makoto didn't say anything, but just raised the hand that was holding hers.

Nakano Ichika suddenly felt her cheeks getting hot.

Was I seen through so quickly?

She was too embarrassed to continue the topic and said first, "Will you queue up with me?"

"can."

While admiring the way she concealed her embarrassment, Fushimi Makoto thought to himself: She is even cuter at this time.

He could see through every little thought of the girl.

I've seen through your plan!

But even if she was discovered, she had already thrown out the bait, so of course she had to catch it.

You think you're a hunter?

No, you are the prey, Ichika.

After the two bought juice, Fushimi Makoto originally wanted to talk to the girl about club matters, but he noticed a car out of the corner of his eye.

To be precise, it was a high-end silver-gray sedan.

He had seen this car before.

It's you, Nakano Nodō!

Fushimi Makoto was very satisfied that his goal had finally appeared.

Not only did I bring a flower out today, but I also brought a May.

Considering how much Nakano Maruo dotes on his daughter, it would be strange if he could still sit still.

Fushimi Makoto stopped and said, "Ichika."

"Ok?"

Nakano Ichika was thinking about how to get the two of them to continue holding hands when she suddenly heard Fushimi Makoto calling her, and she subconsciously looked over.

Fushimi Makoto didn't say anything, just signaled the car with his eyes.

"That car looks familiar... No, it's Father's car!"

Nakano Ichika's expression changed slightly.

The people in the car seemed to have heard the girl's exclamation. As the car door opened, a handsome middle-aged man with a middle-parted hairstyle walked down.

He does look good, but his face has no expression and gives off a very cold vibe.

The most important thing is that his eyes fell on Fushimi Makoto at the first moment, and the aura of being a superior for many years was revealed at once.

Nakano Ichika quickly whispered, "This is my father. He's a bit old-fashioned and serious, but he's very kind to us."

Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Of course he knows this.

Fushimi Makoto also knew that Nakano Maruo actually wanted to spend more time with his daughters, but because he was not good at speaking and was a bit too concerned about his reputation, he could not let go of the airs of both the dean and the father, which resulted in a not-so-harmonious relationship between him and the five sisters.

Even a little distant.

Nakano Maruo walked straight up to Fushimi Makoto and the other man. His voice was a little cold: "Ichika, can you introduce the boy next to you?"

Nakano Ichika opened her mouth: "He is..."

Fushimi Makoto took the lead: "My name is Fushimi Makoto, and I'm a good friend of Ichika."

Not friends, but good friends.

Nakano Maruo understood.

This time his gaze fell on Fushimi Makoto, but his tone remained cold: "Although I can understand that young people are always eager to show themselves, but I was just asking Ichika."

What he meant was: You were a little rude.

Nakano Ichika clenched the juice in her hand. She was anxious to smooth things over, but she didn't know how to start.

After all, being caught by her father going out alone with a boy made it seem like the little yellow-haired boy was trying to take away his father's beloved daughter.

And Fushimi Makoto is obviously the little yellow-haired boy.

"Of course I know you're asking about Ichika." Fushimi Makoto said with a polite smile, "I also know that you've known about my existence for a long time."

This sentence sounded a bit awkward, so much so that Nakano Ichika was stunned.

Nakano Maruo's expression remained unchanged: "Children do have richer imaginations."

He put Fushimi Makoto in the position of a child to demonstrate his oppressive power as an elder.

However, Fushimi Makoto didn't buy it at all: "If you want to chat with me, we can go somewhere else."

Nakano Ichika finally seized the opportunity and said with a casual smile, "Oh, right, we haven't eaten yet either. Father, would you like to join us?"

Nakano Maruo glanced at his daughter, who was expressing from head to toe: I care about him very much!

The old father felt a little unhappy. He stared at Fushimi Makoto's face and said coldly, "I do plan to have dinner with Ichika, because I haven't been with my daughter for a long time."

Our dinner party doesn't include you.

He has already reminded me clearly.

Fushimi Makoto, however, played a trump card: "Not only do I have a good relationship with Ichika, but Mayu is also my good friend."

Nakano Maruo frowned.

He didn't really like Fushimi Makoto's calmness.

It’s like the other person knows me very well.

If this is true, it would not be easy for him, as a father, to teach the little yellow-haired boy who "hooked up" with his daughter a lesson.

"Would you like to have dinner together?" Nakano Maruo finally spoke.

He decided to have a serious talk with the little yellow-haired boy.

"Okay, but I need to make a call first." Fushimi Makoto took out his cell phone.

Nakano Maruo thought he was going to inform his parents that he would not be coming home for dinner, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, as soon as Fushimi Makoto walked away, he called Mrs. Yukinoshita.

Shake people!

If you want to show off your power by talking about personal matters, then I can only call people together and let us discuss business matters together.

Makoto Fushimi likes team competitive games very much, so he knows one thing very well: when his line is unstable, he needs to call the jungler for help.

Mrs. Yukinoshita is obviously a jungler player in the national server.

Turn the situation around.

Chapter 25 White Horse, make sure he never comes back!

Fushimi Makoto's call went very smoothly.

When Mrs. Yukinoshita learned that he was going to have dinner with Nakano Maruo and invited her, the beautiful and mature aunt immediately expressed her gratitude solemnly.

"It just so happens that my husband and I haven't returned to Chiba yet. Ah Cheng, please send me the address and we'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Fushimi Makoto returned to the Nakano father and daughter.

"Have you finished the call?" Nakano Maruo asked calmly.

"Well, we can go to the restaurant and sit for a while. My elders will be here soon." Fushimi Makoto nodded.

elder?

Nakano and his daughter were both stunned.

It should be Mr. Songfeng, right?

Nakano Ichika thought to herself, she knew Fushimi Makoto and Matsukaze Mayu had a good relationship.

Nakano Maruo was somewhat happy.

The calmness that Fushimi Makoto had shown earlier made him realize that this young man would be a bit difficult to deal with.