How rude, we are pure love!

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Qingye was speechless for a moment, but looking at this familiar scene, he scratched his head and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Ah, that's good too...

So, they returned to their normal daily routine.

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049. Please adopt me, meow! [Two in one]

The exhaust fan in the back kitchen was making an asthma-like humming sound. Xiaoju Zhihua was cutting onions in her hands. Although her eyes were blurred with tears from the smoke, she was still observing Qingye in front of her out of the corner of her eye - he was stirring the cream soup with a stainless steel spoon. His fingertips were red from the steam, but he still persisted patiently.

Today, Senior Qingye is also very reliable... The dark girl thought silently. She has been observing and spying on Qingye recently, with the purpose of finding an opportunity to repay his help last time. Maybe this is nothing in Qingye's eyes, but it is definitely a major event in her life!

However, she couldn't find any way she could help.

This made the girl admire him, but at the same time she thought of herself, she felt a little ashamed... During the time she was working, there was basically no change and she was still so introverted.

At this moment, the front-of-house waiter rushed over and shouted, "More corn kernels for table 9!"

As she shouted, she went to serve the dishes and accidentally touched Qingye. In that moment of distraction, the handle of the hot soup spoon slipped off the wet rag, and the mushrooms and carrot pieces fell to the ground.

"I, I'll do it!"

Xiaoju, who had been waiting for her turn, was as fast as a flying mushroom. She grabbed the astonished Qingye's wrist and said, "You...you're not wearing gloves. You'll get burned."

Although their hands were held together, it was not at all ambiguous - Qingye's hands were still stained with corn starch, and she was also wearing gloves, so they could only faintly feel each other's body temperature.

Qingye was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Then I'll leave it to you, Xiaoju."

It's not a big deal, there's no need to make excuses.

He looked down at the girl squatting down to clean up the mess and noticed a small piece of onion stuck on the back of her fair neck. However, if he told her about it, she might make fun of him, so he pretended not to see it.

As soon as the break time came, Xiaoju sneaked into the lounge, holding two ice packs just taken out of the refrigerator in her hands. The cold touch made her palms red.

"Just put it here."

She put the ice pack on Qingye's desk - it was prepared for Qingye's fingers that were scalded by steam, but she was too embarrassed to give it to him in person, so she could only express her concern silently in this way.

After confirming that Qingye could see it at first glance, she nodded with satisfaction and shrank into the small gap in the middle of the cabinet as usual.

Click.

The door was opened.

Qingye rubbed his waist and sat on the chair, only then he noticed that there were two blue ice packs in front of him.

"Hmm? Whose is this?"

He picked up the ice pack and suddenly felt a comfortable sensation in his fingers, which reminded him that his fingers seemed to have been burned before - this was a common occurrence in the kitchen, and he didn't notice it at all.

Could it be that it was prepared for me?

At this moment, the first thing that came to Qingye's mind was a certain blue-haired girl, but he rejected it the next second. If it was Yanaijian, she would definitely force the ice pack on his hand aggressively, but this delicate and hidden way of showing concern was -

His gaze shifted to the right, resting on the cabinet in front of him. He knew a certain girl liked to hide there.

Xiaoju... Qingye applied ice to her fingers, feeling very wonderful inside. She never thought that one day she would be able to enjoy the treatment of the heroine.

Before, his impression of Xiaoju was basically stuck on the large Pochi. After all, the girl was introverted and never took the initiative to talk to others. She would run away after looking at others for no more than ten seconds, and there was basically no intersection between them. It was very difficult to understand her.

Of course, the girl's work attitude is impeccable. She is serious, diligent, careful, hardworking and almost never complains. Since Xiaoju helped him, his work has become much easier. However, few people noticed this and put all the credit on him.

"But...isn't this always a matter of carefully observing others?"

The details that he himself didn't notice were discovered by the girl.

Qingye smiled and said to himself, "Yeah, I feel much more comfortable."

He knew that Xiaoju was eavesdropping, but he didn't expose her or say thank you. For a girl with social anxiety, instead of having an awkward conversation, it would be better to let the girl know that he had indeed helped her. This is what would make her feel truly comfortable.

Hearing this, Xiaoju, who was hugging her knees in the gap, smiled with relief. Qingye was right. She didn't need Qingye to remember her. She would be satisfied as long as she could help him in return a little bit. She felt like a handsome hero!

The dark girl gave a goofy smile.

"Young senior...isn't it time for you to buy a mobile phone?" Banaijian put down the pen in his hand and looked at the young man sitting on the other side of the table reading a book, and said casually.

"Not buying."

"Why? There are no mobile phones in modern society. Are you a caveman, or are you an electrical idiot?" The blue-haired girl slammed the table.

"Because it's too expensive." Qingye, who was sitting opposite, didn't even raise his head, looking calm and composed.

His current meager savings are far from enough to support him in buying a mobile phone, and buying a mobile phone also comes with a series of other troubles.

"Well, why not just buy an older model?"

Seeing the legs swaying under the table, Banai inexplicably felt that the current atmosphere was a bit like the school library.

In response, Qingye just snorted.

The scene was silent. Banaijian looked up at him and subconsciously put one hand into the pocket of her uniform. Her fingers stroked the outer shell of something. She wanted to take it out, but was a little hesitant.

Finally, she made up her mind.

"Here, this is for you. It's my old phone from junior high two years ago. My mom just found it yesterday when she was cleaning the room. I opened it and took a look. Aside from being a little slow, the other functions are fine, and the SIM card still works..."

Banaijian put the thing on the table and pushed it across. Qingye put down the book and looked down. He saw a mobile phone with a silver phone case. From the appearance, it was well maintained and it was almost impossible to tell that it was an old phone from a few years ago.

"No, this is too expensive." Qingye pushed the phone back without thinking.

"It's okay. If Mom hadn't asked me today, I would have almost recycled it as a used appliance. Giving it to you is also a way to recycle it, and..."

The blue-haired girl felt the tips of her ears burning.

"Besides, if you don't have a cell phone, it's really troublesome to contact you every now and then! I have to call the store every time, and the seniors will misunderstand me! They'll ask me if I'm just talking on the phone with you for a long time. So, to avoid these situations, just accept it!"

But Qingye remained unmoved and insisted on returning the phone to her.

"I can explain for you if you've been misunderstood, but I really can't accept something as valuable as a cell phone."

"It's just a broken old phone, how can it be so valuable?!"

“For me, the things that are not affordable are the valuable things.”

Ah, you are really a difficult guy to deal with...Banajian felt a little headache, and even the shyness of giving away the personal belongings that had been with him for two years was covered up.

If a strong attack doesn't work...

Seeing his aquamarine eyes rolling around, Banai stopped pushing and pulling with him for the moment, picked up the old phone and pressed the power button.

Soon the screen lit up with the lock screen wallpaper she had specially set - a photo of Qingye's napping profile with cat whiskers photoshopped on it. This was the first little surprise she prepared for the boy.

She slid the screen and opened a small app.

"Ahem." She said crisply into the phone. "What if your master doesn't want you?"

"Please take me in, meow. Please take me in, meow."

An emotional synthesized voice came from the microphone of the mobile phone.

Qingye couldn't help but look up, and just then, Banaijian raised his mobile phone with a smile on his face, allowing him to see the picture on the screen clearly - the pixel kitten was squatting in the heavy rain, with an electronic wooden sign with Qingye's name hanging around its neck.

He silently looked away.

"The child is crying," the girl continued to talk to herself on her phone. "If it's not needed by its owner, it will eventually be cruelly dismembered."

The corners of Qingye's mouth kept twitching.

Seeing his heart wavering, Hanaijian quickly stepped up his pressure. "If it doesn't work out, even if I sell it to you, this old phone is only worth enough for a barbecue meal at best. So, I'll give you 5,000 yen! Give it to me after you get the royalties!"

"..."

This time Qingye was silent for a long time.

"Increase the price tenfold, or I won't feel comfortable holding it."

"No problem, no problem." Banaijian smiled and pushed the phone in front of him.

Seeing that he was finally willing to take the phone, the girl felt relieved and walked behind him with her phone.

"Qingye-kun, you probably don't have a LINE account yet, right? Create one quickly." Yanaijian opened the LINE software, her pretty face full of impatience.

"Don't worry, I'll study it first."

Qingye's fingers slid across the screen, feeling the smooth touch, and there was always a strange feeling deep in his heart - this was something that Banaijian had carried with her for many years, and it seemed as if her breath was engraved on it, and he could feel the scent of a young girl.

After fiddling with it for a while, I finally created an account and opened my own QR code under the hands-on guidance of Banaijian.

Scan successful.

With a ding-dong sound, a message was sent instantly.

"So fast!?" Qingye widened her eyes. Her account avatar was a photo of her puppy at home, and the message was just a simple "Ah".

He didn't know how to reply, so he sent a period - I'm right next to you, just tell me what's going on!

After he replied, ding dong ding dong ding dong, Banaijian immediately started bombarding her with messages, including cute pet stickers, strange emoticons, and long paragraphs of meaningless text.

Are you an elementary school student who just made friends?

Banaijian behind him sent another text message.

"Qingye-kun, close the chat interface and open your friend group."

Qingye was a little puzzled, but did as he was told.

His group was empty, with only Banaijian as his friend.

"It feels like I'm the only one in your world now."

Accompanied by the fragrance of orchid and musk, the moist and warm breath passed by the ears, and the charming and seductive tone made people's hearts itch.

"Because it's a newly created account..." He felt his heart skip a beat.

Banaijian smiled and sat back opposite him, looking down at her phone. Her bangs covered half of her face, but where he couldn't see, the girl's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom.

That night, Banaijian was lying on her side on her bed, hugging the quilt. The soft light revealed a pretty smiling face, with her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She held a cell phone in her hand.

The screen displayed today's chat history with Qingye. She slid all the way to the top, then slowly slid down, looking at every message over and over again.

The two had such a conversation.

"Qingye-kun, for cold noodles, do you like them more sour or less sour?"

"I like my cold noodles sour."

"Where's the tomato?"

"I prefer regular tomatoes to cherry tomatoes."

There are also conversations like this.

"We can see a big full moon today. How about you over there? [moon.jpg]"

"[bright moon.jpg]"

“What terrible photography skills!”

Another example.

[Yanaimi: "Qingye-kun, what time do you usually go to bed?"]

Kiyono: "Around two o'clock."