Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

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Hirasawa Yui, the older sister, only has to enjoy being taken care of by her younger sister.

The three women of the Hirasawa family.

The mother is gentle, the older sister is silly, and the younger sister is steady.

Three people, three different personalities.

If I had to say, Hirasawa Yu's personality is more like her mother's.

"Sister! Hurry up and go wash up!"

Hirasawa Yui, being pushed by Hirasawa Yu, stood dazedly in front of the washbasin.

Although she knew that Luo Zhen was coming to visit today, she had to get up early to wash and get ready.

But she just couldn't get up!

Even though Hirasawa Yu had called out several times, it was still the same.

The bed was just so warm and comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Senior Luo Zhen, my sister practiced guitar a little late last night."

This is a lie.

Hirasawa Yui was busy playing all night and didn't practice at all.

This was just an excuse Hirasawa Yu made for her sister.

Hirasawa Yu is really worried sick about her unreliable older sister.

"It's fine."

With a smile, Luo Zhen held up the fruit in his hand and said:

"I bought this on the way, please accept it."

"Ah, thanks."

Before her mother could speak, Hirasawa Yu accepted the fruit.

Because she often needs to deliver things to her careless older sister, Hirasawa Yu is also a regular member of the Light Music Club.

She was also frequently fed by Kotobuki Tsumugi (crossed out), and was invited by Kotobuki Tsumugi to eat some sweets.

Luo Zhen, a boy who has a very good relationship with his sister, is also very familiar to her.

Although she hadn't known Luo Zhen for long, she could tell that he was a good person.

Otherwise, she wouldn't feel at ease with her silly older sister.

"You, go and check on Wei."

Lady Hirasawa said to Hirasawa Yu.

She was also very curious about this boy.

After all, Hirasawa Yui has never had many male friends growing up.

This time, I suddenly heard that my silly daughter actually has a male classmate she is very close to, and they have known each other since junior high school.

Mrs. Hirasawa was naturally curious.

"Ok."

Nodding, Hirazawa Yu jogged into the washroom.

Then, from inside the washroom came Hirasawa Yu's complaining voice and Hirasawa Yui's incoherent explanation.

Actually, their voices weren't very loud, but Luo Zhen's hearing was really good.

Even without consciously listening, you can still hear some things.

"Please take a seat."

Sitting on the sofa, Luo Zhen couldn't find a topic to talk about for a moment.

Joseph would probably be very surprised if he were here.

After all, he had never seen Luo Zhen so well-behaved before.

Perhaps this is the natural suppression from elders etched into our DNA?

"Can I call you Luo Zhen?"

"no problem."

"We've really caused you a lot of trouble with Wei. Thank you for taking care of her all this time."

Because she and her husband are often traveling, it's usually just Yuya Hirasawa and Yuu Hirasawa at home.

Even though she travels abroad frequently, Mrs. Hirasawa has a very good understanding of her children's personalities.

For example, Hirasawa Yui's unreliable little brain.

To be honest, she didn't know who Hirasawa Yui inherited this trait from.

She and her husband are both very smart, so why did Wei turn out like this?

Mrs. Hirasawa found this extremely incomprehensible.

But when you think about it, parents are truly the ones who love their children. Are the children just an accident?

She often travels abroad, leaving her two children at home to attend school.

I don't know if she's just carefree or has a lot of faith in her child.

"Nothing of the sort happened; in fact, everything is fine."

"Well, Luo Zhen, stop glorifying Yui. We all know Yui's personality."

Looking at Mrs. Hirasawa, who was muttering to herself with a face full of resentment, Luo Zhen could only give her an awkward but polite smile.

You'd think they were her biological children, wouldn't you say?

They were ruthless in revealing their own daughter's shortcomings.

Inside the bathroom, Hirasawa Yui picked up a towel and vigorously rubbed her face, while also tidying up her messy hair with her wet hands.

Xiao Zhen is visiting their home for the first time, so she must make a good impression.

Clenching her fist, Hirasawa Yui encouraged herself.

"Ah, it's raining."

Turning her head, Yui Hirasawa looked at the raindrops outside the window and said.

The weather was already bad today, so rain seems to be to be expected.

"It's raining."

At the same time, the girl carrying the basket raised her hand and looked up at the sky.

She doesn't like rainy or snowy weather.

Because it will be very cold.

When the temperature gets cold, people will freeze to death.

She didn't like this feeling.

I really, really dislike it.

"So I want to spread warmth."

The little girl smiled happily as she looked at the basket full of matches.

That's great, it seems like it can bring warmth to more people.

Humming the lullabies her grandmother taught her, the little girl skipped and hopped through the rain.

The direction they were heading happened to be the home of Yui Hirasawa.

The ancient ballads were gradually drowned out by the increasingly noisy sound of rain.

The traces of the crime were also covered up.

Inside the park, the black ash on the ground was washed away by the rain, as if no one had ever been there.

Chapter 321 Luo Zhen: You're asking me if I'll buy it or not?

The rain gradually intensified.

From a light drizzle at the beginning to a steady, persistent drizzle now.

And it looks like it will get even bigger soon.

“Heh~heh~”

In the rain, a little girl with a basket slung over her arm hummed a song no one had ever heard before, skipping and hopping along the deserted street.

Compared to when it first appeared in the park, the basket now contains many more matches.

In the places she walked, one could still vaguely see the black ash that had not yet been washed away by the rain.

"It's a bit cold."

Gently lifting her rain-soaked hair, the little girl frowned and spoke.

The feeling of her body heat being stolen by the evaporating rainwater was very uncomfortable, reminding her of some unpleasant memories of the past.

After picking and choosing in the basket, the little girl picked out the match that looked the dampest.

The match head swept across the edge of the basket, and a bright flame ignited.

Despite the rain, the match still flickered with a bright flame, emitting a reassuring light and heat.

Looking at the flickering firelight, the little girl smiled happily.

Through the flame of the match, the little girl seemed to see many beautiful sights.

That was something she had never dared to even dream of.

Steaming hot bread, clean and tidy clothes, with cute patterns on the cuffs.

As she gazed at the scenery, the little girl's eyes gradually became dreamy, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

They were acting like drug addicts.

As the match burned, the rainwater on the wet little girl evaporated.

The clothes that were originally wet and sticking to my body have dried.

Holding the match carefully, the little girl thought of her deceased grandmother.

Grandma was a good person. Whenever she felt cold, Grandma would rummage through the storage room and pull out a few packets of damp matches, throwing them in front of her so she could find a warm place to rest.

Although there were plenty of dry matches in the storeroom, she couldn't have them; those were meant to be taken out and bought.

But the little girl was very satisfied.

Although these damp matches rarely light.

But it also brought her warmth, even if only at the very end of her life.

Where is the customer who bought the matches?

The little girl held the match in one hand and looked up into the distance.

But it's hard to find someone willing to buy matches in this weather, isn't it?

The little girl thought to herself with some distress.

The uncle mentioned earlier that it was Sunday, and with the possibility of a heavy rainstorm soon, there were very few people on the streets.

However, the little girl did not give up; she figured she could just go door-to-door to recommend the product.

Although they might get kicked out.

But the little girl is already used to it.