Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

It thus became a gathering place for people who are currently in a popular social circle.

"Ah Yang!" Zi An Yan came out of the bedroom, having changed her clothes.

A white shirt, a dark vest, sleeves rolled up to the forearms, and hair re-swept into a neat bun with a few wisps of hair hanging down beside the ears.

She went behind the bar and took out a cocktail shaker and several bottles of non-alcoholic syrup from her travel bag.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang asked, watching her busy behind the bar.

"Since I'm just killing time anyway," Zi'an Yan said, skillfully pouring pomegranate syrup, lemon juice, and soda water into the cocktail shaker. She gently shook the shaker while holding the lid in her fingers. "I'll make something for everyone to drink."

She opened the lid, and a sweet, fruity aroma wafted out. She poured the pale red liquid into a glass, added two ice cubes, inserted a lemon slice, and pushed it in front of Zhang Yang.

Please enjoy your meal.

Zhang Yang took the cup and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste was just right, and the bubbles gently burst on the tip of his tongue.

"...It tastes pretty good."

"Of course." Zi An Yan smiled and then turned to greet the others.

Hayasaka Ai sat down next to Zhang Yang, also holding a glass of An Yan's non-alcoholic mojito. Looking at the lively scene in the living room, she suddenly uttered a meaningful remark: "This place is almost becoming the second student council of Shuchiin Academy."

"Blame me?"

“It’s not your fault.” Hayasaka Ai shrugged. “You’re a popular figure, and Koyasu-senpai is a campus idol. It’s hard for others not to come and see what’s going on when you two live together. Besides, Koyasu-senpai is said to be haunted by ghost stories, so her friends will also feel the need to come and check on her. She’s very popular.”

Zhang Yang glanced at her: "Why are you being so well-behaved today? Didn't your two friends come too? Aren't you going to keep them company?"

Hayasaka Ai gestured towards the sofa with her lip: "They're here with me, having a great time."

Subaru Suruga and Misuzu Hinokawa were playing an online game with others, and no one noticed that Ai Hayasaka had already started playing.

Hayasaka Ai was slumped in the sofa, legs crossed, sipping her drink and lazily scrolling through her phone, even speaking in a slightly slower tone than usual.

She does indeed have many masks, and she wears different masks and plays different roles in different situations.

However, Zhang Yang has already said that he doesn't want a maid, he only wants Xiao Ai.

What else is there to say?

I'm not performing anymore.

tired.

The party continued.

Chatting, games, snacks, and Tsubame Koya's bartending performance.

The meeting continued until midnight, when everyone gradually got up to say goodbye. After the last guest left, the door closed.

The living room fell silent.

The coffee table was a mess, with snack bags, drink cans, and used paper cups, but the night view outside the window remained quiet.

Zian Yan leaned against the door and let out a long sigh: "...So tired."

"Serves you right." Zhang Yang squatted down next to the coffee table and threw the empty can into the trash bag. "The price of being a social butterfly is that you have to consume a lot of social energy."

“I didn’t expect so many people to come.” Zian Yan touched her nose. “I just mentioned in the group chat that I was staying at your place tonight… and then everyone said they wanted to come and have fun.”

Hayasaka Ai stretched and stood up: "Take a shower, take a shower, you smell like snacks."

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Only Zhang Yang and Zi An Yan remained in the living room.

A brief silence.

"Then... I'll go take a shower too." Zi'an Yan lowered her gaze, her voice softening slightly. "Where will I sleep?"

Zhang Yang pointed upstairs: "There are three bedrooms on the second floor. Take a look and see which one you like and choose one yourself."

"What about you?"

"I'll sleep in the master bedroom."

"What about Hayasaka-san?"

"She also sleeps in the master bedroom."

Zian Yan paused for a moment: "You...sleep together?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Zhang Yang replied matter-of-factly. “We did it just yesterday, chatting under the covers. Do you believe me?”

Zi'an Yan's cheeks flushed: "No need to say anything..."

She hurried up the stairs, her back view showing a hint of panic.

Half an hour later, the three of them met in the second-floor corridor after taking a shower.

Zian Yan was wearing a plain-colored nightgown, her hair was still a little wet, and she was holding a water glass in both hands. She stood at the door of her bedroom, and her expression showed that she was a little embarrassed.

Hayasaka Ai was wearing a loose white T-shirt as pajamas, the length of which was just enough to cover her upper thighs, revealing her two slender legs.

Zhang Yang glanced at the distance between the two rooms: "Aren't you afraid to sleep alone?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

"Does that mean you don't trust me?" Zhang Yang spread his hands. "That's true. After all, we only met today, and we'll be sleeping in the same room right away. It's understandable that we'd be a little wary."

Zian Yan opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say that it wasn't that she didn't trust him, but when the words reached her lips, she felt that no matter how she explained it, it wouldn't be right.

Hayasaka Ai suddenly spoke up: "How about we sleep on the floor together? I just took a look, and the master bedroom is quite spacious; it can easily accommodate three people."

Zian Yan blinked: "Sleeping on the floor?"

"It's just sleeping on a blanket on the floor." Hayasaka Ai's tone was relaxed. "The blankets are laid out in a row, one for each person, with a gap in the middle, similar to camping."

"sound……"

“That makes sense, right?” Hayasaka Ai pushed open the door. The master bedroom was indeed very large, with the floor area alone being fifty square meters. “I’ve cleaned the floor, so you can just put the blankets on.”

Zi'an Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

The three people started moving the blankets.

Hayasaka Ai rummaged through the storage room and found two spare blankets. Zhang Yang also pulled down the blanket from his own bed, and the three of them spread out three blankets side by side on the floor.

Hayasaka Ai lay down in the middle spot and patted the spots on either side: "Come on."

Zhang Yang lay down on the left side.

Zian Yan hesitated for a few seconds, then lay down on the right side.

The lights are off.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the floor-length curtains, casting a ribbon of light across the floor.

The ceiling was high and gray, and in the dim light it looked like an inverted lake.

Quiet.

The silence lasted for a long time.

So long that Zian Yan thought the two people next to her had fallen asleep.

Hayasaka Ai propped herself up, glanced at Koyasu Tsubaki's sleeping face in the moonlight, then lay back down, turned to her side, and moved a little closer to Zhang Yang.

Her voice was very low: "She's asleep."

Zhang Yang nodded.

Hayasaka Ai was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke: "Some of what I told you today is true."

"Which?"

"The thing about not having to live without wearing a mask."

Zhang Yang turned his head to look at her.

The moonlight fell perfectly on her profile, reflecting a soft glow in her blue pupils: "I never imagined I could live like this. No need to pretend to be a perfect maid, no need to pretend to be a loyal retainer, no need to pretend to be a hot girl."

"It feels great."

“But I can put the mask back on.” Her breath brushed against Zhang Yang’s neck. “Just pretend in front of you.”

What kind of person do you want to pretend to be?

Hayasaka Ai lowered her voice, her lips almost touching his earlobe: "Master, do you need me to serve you?"

Zhang Yang was silent for a moment, then turned over to face her.

The moonlight laid a narrow, silvery path between them.

Zian Yan's breathing came from the other side, steady and even, as if she hadn't heard anything, or rather, she was pretending not to hear anything.

Zhang Yang and Hayasaka Ai exchanged a glance, and a smile simultaneously appeared on their lips.

The two deliberately did not lower their voices.

"Master, where would you like to begin?"

"you guess."

A rustling sound.

Zhang Yang's breathing became heavier, and he chuckled, "You're pretty quick."

"After all, I am a professional maid, so I have to do the preparations before my master gives the order."

"Then let me examine your body."

Hayasaka Ai chuckled, her voice warm and damp. Soon, rhythmic sounds came from the floor, along with the sound of her suppressed breathing that was then deliberately released.

Zian Yan faced the foot of the bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed as if they were burning.

dare not move.

I dare not turn over.

I dare not breathe.

But Zhang Yang and Hayasaka Ai's commotion grew louder and louder, their voices seeming to be deliberately drilling into her ears.

She heard everything clearly: the sound of the blankets being turned over, the suppressed laughter, and a long, drawn-out moan.

It was less than two meters away from her.

Zian Yan pulled the blanket over her head, wrapping herself up like a cocoon. Her heart was pounding so fast that she suspected the people next door could hear it.

They probably don't know that she's not actually asleep yet, right?

You probably don't know, right?

Just then, Hayasaka Ai's voice came: "Tsubame-senpai seems to be sleeping very soundly."

"Yeah, it's pretty dead," Zhang Yang replied.

Then the commotion escalated.

Zian Yan bit her lip hard, suddenly wishing she was really asleep.

Chapter 107 Should we try drawing cards from the gacha pool?

The next day, in the classroom of Shuchiin.

Koyasu Tsubaki didn't want to think about the sounds she heard last night, but her friends were really curious, and with their concern, she couldn't help but recall the cries made by Hayasaka Ai.

How could someone say such a thing...

Hayasaka Ai, with her aloof demeanor, actually calls herself a dog...

"What are you thinking about?"

A voice came from the side, and Zi An Yan came back to her senses. She turned her head and saw a girl with light blue hair standing next to her table.

The white beret is worn very properly.

Dragon Ball Peach.

"Peach?" Zi'an Yan was a little surprised. "You came to see me?"

"Hmm." Longzhu Tao pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down, placing her hands on the table with her hands folded. "I heard you encountered something strange yesterday and even stayed at that arrogant guy's house."

"You're very well-informed."

"It's being talked about all over school." Dragon Ball Momo frowned. "So what exactly happened?"