Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

Asagiri Ran really wanted to say that it was not tasty, very awful, but unfortunately, her expression probably betrayed her first.

She could only speak awkwardly.

"Okay..."

"Are you so disgusted?"

Asagiri snorted softly.

"This proves that you haven't made any progress during this period. If you don't make progress, you will fall behind. You still need to work harder."

Oreki Gen held back his laughter.

"It seems that my cooking skills can no longer satisfy you. Well, I won't cook for you anymore, so as to avoid being frustrated by you."

“How can that be possible!!”

Asagiri Ran couldn't help it anymore and almost slammed her chopsticks on the table.

Oreki Gen said with amusement.

"Otherwise, you are not very satisfied."

"Can't you just...try harder?"

Oreki Gen looked at the other person instead.

"What's the point of me working harder? What am I working hard for? For you, Ran-chan?"

This sudden straight gaze and those words just hit home.

Like a deadly bullet.

It hits you right between the eyebrows, or right in your heart.

She held the chopsticks and suddenly couldn't move anymore.

He sat there motionless, staring blankly at Oreki Gen.

Oreki Gen also looked at her, seeing her stunned.

He knew what it was, maybe the CPU was burnt out or he was sweating profusely.

But that's not the point.

He reached out and gently put a piece of fried chicken leg, which was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and juicy, into the other person's bowl.

Then he raised his head and looked at the pretty girl who was biting her lower lip with a smile.

"Asagiri Sakura, be bolder so we can have a story."

(The new book will be released around the 8th or 9th. The style will be a little different from this book. How should I put it? It will be better written, more exciting, with fewer bad habits, no spoilers, and no spoilers. You can look forward to it.)

Chapter 107: Iceland, Aurora

There are many kinds of stories in this world.

There are not-so-nice tragic stories, exciting struggle stories, and of course simple happy stories with a happy ending.

Then.

Which type does the story of Asagiri Some and Oreki Gen belong to?

Asagiri Ran unexpectedly found that she couldn't imagine the scene.

It seems like there was no expectation about this story in my mind at all. If there was no such scene, how did they get to this point today?

They all seem to be problems, they all seem to be questions.

It's like a stream that seems calm and flowing slowly, but once you step on it you find it's full of undercurrents.

The blush on Asagiri Ran's face was only on the surface, her heart sank in an instant.

She felt like she had lost the motivation to eat.

He opened his mouth hesitantly, and what he said was not prepared in advance.

"what story?"

The subconscious question was like conveying a message.

But I can't remember a time when I was led by the nose like this. It's better to say... it's like handing the other person a knife that can be used to hurt me at any time.

But will Oreki Gen use this sword to hurt others?

He smiled.

"Do you have paper and pen?"

"What do you want this for..."

"Forget it, I'll get it myself."

Oreki Gen stood up and easily found paper and pen from the other person's schoolbag on the sofa.

Asagiri Ran did not stop him. Rather, she was more curious about what the other party was going to do.

He watched as the young man wrote something on a piece of white paper from an angle that he could not see. Then he folded the paper into the shape of a letter and placed it casually on a corner of the dining table.

"Okay, let's continue eating."

Asagiri Ran was stunned.

You write something that I can't see and put it next to you, and then let me continue eating as if nothing happened?

There is no such thing!

"what is this?"

she asked.

Oreki Gen had already picked up the bowl and spoke in a casual tone.

"Nothing, just a little preview."

"Preview? Preview of what?"

Writing a line of words and then putting it aside is equivalent to a preview?

Are you filming here?

Asagiri Ran didn't seem to expect that the boy would do such a thing at this time.

Oreki Gen said with a smile.

"That's what was predicted to happen."

"I didn't ask you to explain to me what the preview means. Why did you write this?"

Asagiri Ran really didn't have time to eat. No matter how delicious the food in front of her was, she couldn't help but pay attention to the letter placed in the corner of the table.

Oreki Gen said with a smile.

"Look, you're so anxious again. What are you in such a hurry for? Why don't you wait until I'm gone before you look at it?"

"I can't watch it now?"

"Of course, it doesn't work now. It only works when I'm not around."

"...I think you're faking it."

Asagiri Ran tried to guess what the boy meant and what tricks he was playing.

But Oreki Gen didn't show any sign of being on guard. He just ate the food in his bowl and spoke.

"Then you can open it if you want. Do you want to open it and take a look now?"

Asagiri Ran looked at the letter and clearly wanted to reach out her hand, but she didn't know what she remembered.

Maybe it’s because of what he said: It won’t work.

She withdrew her hand and held the chopsticks again.

"I'm too lazy to read this thing you wrote. I'll throw it away when you leave."

"it's up to you."

It doesn't matter if you fold the wooden strings.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Asagiri Ran shifted her target and began to treat the food in front of her as her last enemy.

As for the letter...it just lay quietly in a corner of the table, no one touched it, and no one opened it.

In fact, when the meal was over and Oreki Gen was cleaning up the mess on the table, Asagiri Ran was still a little hesitant.

Should we take this opportunity to open it? After all...he can't see it even if he is not there.

But he soon gave up this plan.

Because she subconsciously felt that it must not be something serious, maybe it was just a joke to make fun of her.

Just to wait until I can't wait to watch it, and then laugh at myself for not being able to control my curiosity.

This is what this young man would do.

As for what I expected from him...it was completely blind.

Humph.

do not care.

Finally, Asagiri Ran let him go, and he returned to the sofa and started watching TV programs.

There's nothing interesting to watch, so just some random variety shows.

At this time, Oreki Gen had packed up and sat next to Asagiri Ran with the beer he had bought in advance.

The girl was stunned. Oreki Gen was only a pillow's distance away from her.

I could even vaguely feel the boy's body temperature and familiar scent, as if it had formed an instinctive reaction.

When he got closer, a strange atmosphere naturally emerged.

He is like a tenant who has mastered the password, but this room is his own world.

So what was the password he got?

"When did you buy the wine?"

Asagiri turned around and asked.

Oreki Gen picked up the beer and handed a can to Asagiri Sang.

"I bought it while I was shopping for groceries. Do you want to drink it?"

"Why drink?"

"It's holiday now, I think as students we should celebrate, and drinking is the most convenient way to celebrate."

"That's all you can think of."

Asagiri snorted softly.

Oreki Gen said with amusement.

"What else? Going out to set off fireworks in such a cold weather?"

Asagiri Ryou reached out and took the beer from Oreki Gen's hand.

The strong-willed girl didn't need the boy's help to open it herself. After opening it, Asagiri Ran took a big bite.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The ending was that I almost choked myself.

Oreki Gen said as he patted her back with amusement.

"Why are you drinking so quickly? I bought two bags and I'll drink them slowly."

After taking the tissue handed over by Oreki Gen, Asagiri Ran's eyes turned slightly red from choking. It wasn't that she was about to cry, it was just a purely physiological reaction.

"Buying so much...are you trying to get me drunk?"

Oreki Gen blinked innocently and leaned back on the sofa.

"Why would I get you drunk?"

"Who knows what you want to do..."