The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri

Upon hearing the question, Eriri's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks) spirit immediately ignited:

"They actually made me choose a person of the opposite sex and follow them closely, no more than ten meters away, for twenty-four hours straight. If I exceeded that distance, I had to start all over again... Isn't that just perverted stalking?"

"What's the point of such a terrible mission?!"

Kiyono Makoto slightly twitched the corner of his mouth:

"It does sound a bit awful... but if we cooperate well, it shouldn't be too difficult to complete. When do we begin the stalking?"

"It wasn't tailing!"

Eriri glared at her, embarrassed and annoyed:

"Don't get too cocky. I never asked you for help."

After a pause, Eriri lowered her voice and said:

"Even if I had to do a mission, I wouldn't choose today... It's the last day of Golden Week, I just want to rest today."

"Then tomorrow?"

"We'll talk about it later... hurry up and get out of here."

"..."

The training is over.

Kiyono Makoto and the girls left the snow globe and headed out for barbecue. He did send a message to Shoko during the trip, but Shoko just wanted to stay home with her younger sister and didn't want to go out for the time being.

My phone suddenly vibrated during the meal.

Kiyono Makoto looked down and saw that the message was from an unknown stranger:

"Hi Kiyono~ This is Yukino-neechan. I hope I didn't send this to the wrong person?"

Makoto Kiyono: "It's me."

Yukinoshita: "I just heard from Yukino that you encountered a super dangerous and evil incident. Were you alright?"

Kiyono Makoto: "It's not a big problem, just a little dirt on the hem of my clothes."

Yukinoshita: "Eh, that's amazing... Kiyono, if you have time, there are some specific details I'd like to confirm with you."

Kiyono Makoto: "Hina-nee, you can ask now. I'm free."

"..."

It must be said that Yukino Yukinoshita is indeed a social butterfly. She can subtly control the pace of the conversation, making people unconsciously follow the topic and not even notice the passage of time.

It wasn't until he finished eating the barbecue that Seino Makoto realized:

"Sister Yang Nai, I'm getting ready to go back."

Yukinoshita: "Ah, we've been chatting for quite a while now... Kiyono, please add me in your contacts. I'll let you know as soon as there's any progress."

"..."

Kiyono Makoto silently changed the nickname in the contact list, put away his phone, and left the barbecue restaurant with the girls.

Eriri, Megumi Kato, and Futaba, the three girls, each went home.

The senior student was going the same way as Kiyono Makoto, but she was clearly a little sleepy. Surprisingly, she didn't play any pranks on him. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and went back to catch up on her sleep.

Kiyono Makoto returned home alone and, looking at the empty house, felt inexplicably lonely.

"Let's go to the snow globe... What can relieve sorrow? Only spiritual practice."

Kiyono Makoto simply entered the snow-themed sphere and began to improve himself.

Previously, there was no suitable place for cultivation, and I was worried about disturbing the neighbors if I made any noise. Now that I have the Snowscape Sphere, I can finally unleash my full potential and cultivate properly to become stronger.

The afternoon passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was evening.

Kiyono Makoto emerged from the snow globe, drenched in sweat, and was about to take a shower when a message popped up on his phone:

"Kiyono, someone wants to sell skill scrolls."

The sender was none other than Futaba, a science-oriented girl.

Kiyono Makoto glanced at the dim sunset outside and quickly replied to the message:

"Wait until I get there, then I'll tell you in person."

"Huh?"

"I suspect my phone is being monitored, so it's safer to say it in person to avoid revealing my identity."

Futaba: "......"

Thinking about insurance now? Isn't it too late?

Pighead's clearing of the field clearly indicates he's looking for an opportunity to come over.

Although she could see right through Kiyono Makoto's thoughts, Futaba, for some reason, didn't want to refuse, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

"...Come here."

"Wait for me, wait for me."

Kiyono Makoto quickly took a shower, changed into a dry shirt, and rushed out the door.

Half an hour later.

The last embers of the sunset were gone, and a cool breeze made it exceptionally comfortable.

Seino Makoto walked out of the train station and sent a message to Futaba:

"Futaba, have you had dinner yet?"

"..."

The message was quickly marked as read.

Futaba silently replied to the message:

"not yet."

Kiyono Makoto: "Don't eat instant noodles tonight. I'll buy some groceries at the supermarket entrance and we can cook dinner together."

As dining buddies, it's only natural for us to eat together.

"You idiot, you didn't say you'd be having instant noodles tonight..."

Rio Futaba murmured to herself, then, holding her phone, walked briskly into the living room.

After turning on the lights, Futaba sat down on the sofa, hugging her knees, and stared unblinkingly at the door.

What will Kiyono cook tonight?

Although I didn't want to admit it, I was indeed very much looking forward to it.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Futaba blinked, then suddenly realized what she meant.

I feel a bit like... like a primary school student eagerly awaiting their father to bring home a gift?

Chapter 173 Futaba: To replenish mana, a kiss is fine too.

"...Futaba, I'm going outside."

Seeing the message pop up on her phone, Rio Futaba's eyes lit up slightly. She quickly got up from the sofa and hurried towards the entrance.

Although I don't want to admit it... my body and soul are both eagerly awaiting Makoto Kiyono's arrival.

Click.

The door opened.

Looking at the boy outside the door, a faint white light flashed behind Futaba Rio's glasses. Although her body clearly showed anticipation, her face remained largely expressionless. When she spoke, her tone was as calm and collected as ever:

"...Kiyono, good evening."

When she was no longer alone, Futaba instinctively put on a mask, unwilling to easily reveal her true feelings.

"Good evening."

As Kiyono Makoto spoke, he stepped inside and handed over the souvenir.

"Sniff sniff~"

Rio Futaba took it with both hands, and subconsciously sniffed it, feeling a familiar sweet fragrance fill her nostrils.

"Wait, could it be...?"

"It's stone-baked sweet potato."

As Kiyono Makoto explained, he glanced at the shoe cabinet and quickly noticed that the slippers were already neatly arranged.

The so-called "sweet potato" is actually just a roasted sweet potato.

"It's already hot... and people are still roasting sweet potatoes?"

Rio Futaba was slightly surprised.

Traditional stone-baked sweet potatoes are a popular street food in autumn and winter, and they are rarely seen when the weather gets hot. However, nowadays some people have opened shops that specialize in them, so you can enjoy them all year round if you really want to.

As Kiyono Makoto changed his shoes, he explained:

"When I was buying groceries, I saw a new roasted sweet potato shop that opened next to the supermarket. It smelled incredibly tempting, so I bought two to try... By the way, when was the last time Futaba had stone-roasted sweet potatoes?"

Rio Futaba unconsciously turned her face away:

"...I don't remember."

I actually remember it very clearly. It was a winter when I was in elementary school. I went to the park with my parents and we bought some roasted sweet potatoes on the way. I can't remember the taste anymore, but I still vividly remember the joy of holding the roasted sweet potato.

Did you eat this last winter?

"Forgot."

"I've never eaten this before... Let me wash my hands and savor this childhood memory."

Although Futaba is not as socially anxious as Shoko, it is evident from their interactions that Futaba has a clear tendency towards introversion, isolation, and social avoidance, and is unlikely to proactively buy roasted sweet potatoes.

That's why Kiyono had the brilliant idea to buy roasted sweet potatoes as a souvenir.

After carrying the ingredients to the kitchen, Seino Makoto washed his hands, came out, sat down next to Futaba, and picked up a stone-roasted sweet potato:

"Try it and see how it tastes."

"......good."

Rio Futaba softly agreed, and with her slender fingers peeled off the skin of the sweet potato, revealing the golden, soft, and glutinous flesh inside.

The sweet but not cloying aroma instantly became even more intense, causing Rio Futaba to quietly swallow.

"It seems a bit hot..." Kiyono Makoto reminded him from the side, "Let's blow on it first."

Rio Futaba nodded gently, her pink lips slightly parted, and obediently blew air:

"call......"

Normally a cool and aloof science girl, her eyes were sparkling and her pink lips slightly parted as she carefully blew air, making her incredibly cute and causing Kiyono Makoto to unconsciously pull out his phone.

Click.

The image freezes quickly.

"Huh?"

Rio Futaba quickly turned her head to look at them, slightly puzzled:

What is Kiyono doing?

People have completely different personalities.

Some girls are outwardly warm but inwardly cold, while others are outwardly cold but inwardly warm; Futaba is undoubtedly the latter.

Because her parents were often away from home, and she grew up living alone, Futaba actually craved care and attention, but she was also afraid to approach them and always closed herself off... In these situations, it is very important for others to take the initiative.

"Of course they're taking pictures."

Kiyono Makoto showed no remorse for being caught, and naturally took the initiative to strike:

"The way Futaba blew air just now was so cute, I felt like I would really regret it if I didn't take a picture."