Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 478 Heiji, your mother and I are of the same generation, call me uncle!
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Listening to Toyama Kazuha's inner thoughts, Kitahara Natsuyu couldn't help but roll his eyes and mentally complained, "Are you guys playing a game where whoever confesses first is considered inferior?"

"Really boring!"

Who will win today?
There are no winners!
This is also because he doesn't want to provoke high school students; they're too troublesome. Can't he just be more direct?

Sure enough, older, mature women are better; they're caring and not so pretentious.

"Haven't you guys taken a shower yet?" Kitahara Natsumi walked in, lay down on the sofa, picked up the remote and turned on the TV: "You should have brought some clean clothes with you!"

They didn't just plan to stay for one day; they intended to stay for two more days since it was currently a holiday. However, the holiday was only a few days long, so they decided to explore all of Tokyo. Therefore, they brought a small suitcase.

"I brought it. I was just about to take a shower." Yuanshan and Ye Tiantian smiled sweetly. "But I waited a bit to wait for you to come back first, Mr. Kitahara. I'll go now."

After saying that, she went to the guest room to get a change of clothes and take a shower.

Soon after, the sound of running water and Toyama Kazuha's soft humming could be heard from the bathroom.

At this moment, only Kitahara Natsuhiro and Hattori Heiji remained in the living room.

Heiji Hattori sat in the living room, listening to the sound of running water and the singing mixed in, and said speechlessly, "What is Kazuha singing in there? Can't she just take a bath and do the dishes properly?"

"Seriously, it makes me always want to..."

"Ahem, I'm thinking about something!"

Hattori Heiji shook his head violently, trying to banish all the evil thoughts from his mind.

"Hattori, are you looking towards the bathroom?" Kitahara Natsuhiro lay reclining on the sofa, looking at Hattori Heiji with a half-smile.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji was startled and felt a little guilty. His voice involuntarily rose, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly do such a thing!"

"I'm just asking, why are you so agitated?" Kitahara Natsuyu said, "I've heard that some people shout loudly when they feel guilty, just like you."

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There is indeed such a saying, and his reaction just now was a bit excessive.

"How could that be!" Hattori Heiji's cheek twitched as he forced himself to calm down. "I've always talked like this, don't mind it."

"I see, you're right!" Kitahara Natsumi nodded, gave a perfunctory reply, and continued looking at the phone.

Meanwhile, Hattori Heiji was even more annoyed, feeling that he had been mocked, but he had no evidence to prove it.

"Sigh, I should have stayed at Uncle Mori's house. Living with Kitahara Natsuhiro is really stressful. He knows everything and dares to say anything, without worrying about embarrassing others!"

Kogoro Mouri is a bit of a scatterbrain, and Conan is similar to him, while Ran is similar to Kazuha, so they get along quite well and there are no awkward moments.

But Kitahara Natsuyu is different. Adults who have eaten meat are different from children. They can say anything and are really unrestrained!
Sure enough, being around adults like that is really stressful.

At this moment, he felt like each day was an eternity, wondering when Kazuha would be able to take a bath so he could get away from Kitahara Natsuyu and go take a bath himself.

"Hattori, go get a can of ice-cold Coke from the fridge. If you want some, take one yourself, don't be shy."

Kitahara Natsuhiro sat up and pulled out some snacks from the coffee table drawer.

Senbei (rice crackers), yokan (sweet bean jelly), and potato chips, especially tomato-flavored potato chips, which is his favorite flavor.

"Hmm," Hattori Heiji paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his stomach. "I think I am actually a little hungry."

"During the banquet, I didn't eat much; I just watched the play. Then the incident happened."

"Then I'm welcome."

"Go get two cans of Coke first."

"Okay, I'll get it right away!"

Hattori Heiji nodded, immediately went to the refrigerator in the kitchen, took out two cans of Coke, and then sat on the sofa eating snacks while watching a soap opera.

"Do all you adults like watching these boring soap operas?" Hattori Heiji complained.

He really had no interest in these late-night soap operas, far less than Detective Samonji.

Unfortunately, his mother booked all his time during that period, so he couldn't watch Detective Samonji at all.

As a result, Kitahara Natsuhiro was also watching Detective Samonji here.

"Boring?" Kitahara Natsuyu took a bite of the crispy potato chip, chewed it, and swallowed it. "I think it's quite interesting. I don't think Detective Samonji is very interesting."

Perhaps because he possesses super strength, his super intelligence allows him to sweep through everything without needing to think.

So he doesn't want to watch TV shows that require him to use his brain at all!
"You actually said Detective Samonji is boring?" Hattori Heiji was speechless.

However, he did not fly into a rage. Although he enjoyed watching Detective Samonji, he was not to the point of fanaticism.

If you encounter a fanatical follower, they might become extreme, such as secretly stabbing you with a knife.

The same thing happened when Conan attended a gathering hosted by Sherlock Holmes fans. He actually killed someone for the sake of Sherlock Holmes, a mere fictional character. It's truly speechless.

That's probably what a die-hard fan is like!

Kitahara Natsuyu is not a fanatic, nor will he ever be one. He wouldn't do something as pointless as following celebrities.

“Hmm, I don’t really like watching them!” Kitahara Natsuyu said, “These detective dramas are nowhere near as interesting to me as these funny soap operas.”

“Maybe that’s the difference between adults and us!” Hattori Heiji said. “My mom likes to watch these things too, and sometimes my dad watches them with me, but it’s only a few times.”

"After all, he's usually quite busy, and he doesn't really like watching TV; he's mostly doing it to keep my mom company."

Even so, my mom sometimes complains that my dad is often not in a hurry.

"He was clearly busy with work."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Natsuyu said, "That's right. It's easy to feel bored when you're alone at home. Even though you're my son, we're not from the same generation, so there's some distance between us."

"That's what my mom says about herself too."

“That’s why your mom and I get along so well, because we’re from the same generation!” Kitahara Natsumi said with a smile.

He was in his early twenties, and Hattori Shizuka was only in her early forties. Aren't they the same generation?
That is, about ten years older, which is exactly the level of a close older sister.

"What peers?" Hattori Heiji said irritably, "My mother is forty-two years old, she's an old woman, and you're only twenty-five, how could you be peers?"

"You can't hear me praising my mother right now!"

"Oh?" Kitahara Natsuhiro looked at Hattori Heiji with a half-smile.

Hattori Heiji felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze: "What do you mean by that look?"

"What do you mean?" Kitahara Natsuyu pulled out his phone from somewhere, shook it, and made a sound as he shook it.

What peers?

My mom is 42 years old, she's an old woman, and you're only 25, how could you possibly be of the same generation?

“Some people may not remember the good things you say, but they will definitely remember the bad things you say, especially women!” Kitahara Natsuhiro smiled gently. “If I went to Osaka and Ms. Shizuka accidentally heard this recording, what do you think would happen?”

But in Hattori Heiji's eyes, that smile was like the smile of a devil.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying!

"I don't think you would do that, would you?!" Hattori Heiji's hand holding the potato chips froze in mid-air, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was genuinely terrified.

Although he doesn't understand women very well, he does understand his mother.

If his mother finds out about this recording, he'll be in big trouble.

After all, his mother used to be the captain of the kendo club and a powerful kendo master who had won the championship.

However, he later lost to his junior schoolmate and then went to play karuta.

But there's no denying that my mother's skill in kendo is definitely not weak.

So he might get a severe beating.

"That's hard to say," Kitahara Natsuyu said. "After all, I can be quite absent-minded sometimes, and it would be troublesome if I accidentally played the recording."

"You're right, Hattori-kun!"

"I'm sorry!" Hattori Heiji immediately stood up and bowed to Kitahara Natsuhiro, saying, "My words just now were a bit harsh, please forgive me!"

"Alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll reluctantly forgive you!" Kitahara Natsuyu chuckled, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't speak so impulsively in the future. Think before you speak, especially in front of women. You can't just say things like that carelessly."

"Yes, I understand. I promise I won't say anything!" Hattori Heiji breathed a sigh of relief.

It's done! It's done!
"Hey! What are you talking about? What can't you just say whatever comes to mind?"

Just then, Kazuha Toyama came out of the bathroom, wearing her pajamas, but her face was still wet and flushed.

"No, it's nothing!" Hattori Heiji was startled and immediately shook his head.

"Is that so?" Toyama Kazuha didn't ask any further questions. Seeing the snacks on the coffee table, she was a little happy: "There's something to eat. I was just feeling hungry."

"Because I was wearing a formal dress, I didn't eat much."

Because of her connection with Ooka Momiji, she specially asked her mother to help her choose a dress.

Therefore, she cannot eat too much, for fear of feeling unwell and uncomfortable if she eats too much.

Because of this, she barely ate anything at night and remained in a state of constant hunger.

"In that case, I'll go get you something to eat!" Kitahara Natsuyu clapped his hands and stood up from the sofa.

"No need, no need," Toyama Kazuha quickly waved his hand and said, "I'll just have some snacks."

"Don't be shy." Kitahara Natsuyu walked towards the kitchen and said, "Anyway, I'm a little hungry, and I have a lot of food in my refrigerator, it's all ready-made, it'll be done in ten minutes."

It was getting late, so he decided to grab something quick, eat it, and then go to sleep.

It'll probably just be noodles.

He also reserved the braising liquid for the noodles, so that it would be poured over them later to make the flavor even richer.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Kitahara-sensei."

"You are welcome."

Kitahara Natsuhiro smiled and then started busying himself in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Kazuha Toyama came over to the sofa and sat down to watch a soap opera. As she watched, she suddenly remembered something, picked up the remote and said, "Oh right, Detective Samonji is playing right now."

"Heiji, you really like watching this, don't you!"

As she spoke, she switched the channel to Detective Samonji.

"Ahem." Hattori Heiji coughed twice, his usual arrogant tone: "It's because you like watching it!"

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Upon hearing this, Kazuha Toyama was speechless. She had indeed watched Detective Samonji, but she didn't like it that much because it was so mind-bending.

The reason she was watching was because of Hattori Heiji.

After all, he enjoys watching these mystery dramas!

"Hmph! Idiot!" Kazuha Toyama muttered to himself before putting down the remote and watching.

Hattori Heiji, standing to the side, looked at Toyama Kazuha, whose expression seemed a little off, and hesitated to speak, but ultimately remained silent, causing the atmosphere to become quiet and eerie.

"You're crazy! Don't stay at my house anymore!"

Kitahara Natsuhiro watched this scene and started complaining again.

Before he transmigrated, he enjoyed watching this kind of arrogant tug-of-war, but now, he'd better get lost!
That's insane. It's only because of the author's setting that it's been ruined. If it weren't for that setting, it would have been destroyed long ago.

After all, it's a choice between a proud and hesitant Kazuha Toyama and a magnanimous Momiji Ooka, who prefers to fight Shizuka. No one should make the wrong choice!
Of course, I want them all!
Of course, the person who can't stand it is definitely the latter contestant.

After all, a beautiful, rich, and kind-hearted woman like her is someone no one would dislike.

"Fine, I'll stay at their place again next time, so I'll forgive them this time!"

"Come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitahara Natsuhiro brought the tray to the dining table.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Kazuha Toyama walked over from the living room and immediately exclaimed in admiration upon smelling the aroma of the food.

Because it smells so good!
"But it's still a little worse than my mom's!" Hattori Heiji said, looking at the beef noodles.

“I think this beef noodle soup is just as good as Auntie’s!” Yuanshan Heye said.

In terms of the art of conversation, Kazuha Toyama is superior to Heiji Hattori.

Heiji Hattori is an idiot.

"Ms. Jinghua's cooking? I must try it next time!" Kitahara Natsuyu said.

Shizuka Hattori is known as the Queen of Dinner, so her cooking skills are naturally excellent.

If his vacation hadn't been almost over, he would have already flown to Hattori Heiji's house for dinner.

"You can go next holiday, and I'll have Mom cook you a big meal!"

Hattori Heiji laughed and then started eating his noodles in big bites!
good to eat!

(End of this chapter)