My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 337 The Campus Festival Under the Setting Sun

"Thump...!"

The girl didn't get the answer she wanted; instead, she heard a sharp cracking sound.

Seeing the boy across from her tap the girl in her arms on the head without hesitation, she thought they were about to argue. She hesitated, wondering if she should just give them everything, as long as they didn't cause trouble in front of his stall...

Just as I was about to say something to persuade him, I saw the boy shake his hand and say with disgust, "Your hands are dirty, why are you licking them?"

Shoko ignored him, instead gently rubbing her head and looking at the girl at the stall, "Pack them all up for me."

As he spoke, he took three hundred yen from his wallet and handed it to the girl, while also responding to Tsuna's earlier remark:
"My Tsuna, he'll always smell nice and never be dirty!"

"..."

Gang was clearly not buying her trick. He wiped the spot where her saliva remained with a wet wipe and then took out his phone to send a message to his mother.

"Mom, Shoko and I will be home late tonight, so don't worry about preparing my dinner."

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After receiving a reply instantly, Tsuna put away his phone, and Shoko, who had watched the whole process, followed suit and started doing the same thing.

"Here you go, Arigato!"

Seeing that she was still replying to messages, Gang took the bag from her and led her to the next stall with his other hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the now-empty playground with a gentle orange-gold hue, giving all the busyness and lingering liveliness a warm glow.

Even the wind seemed gentler, bringing the scent of fresh grass mixed with the last whiff of grilled sausage.

"Ah~"

Without hesitation, he picked up a piece of lotus root that she didn't like and fed it to her, but she turned her head away and gave him a resentful look.

"Tsuna, you're so annoying..."

"Hi, hi, hi..."

A-Tsuna couldn't help but smile, and could only put the lotus root into his own mouth.

All I could hear were the sounds of people packing up their stalls and the screeching of plastic baskets being dragged across the grass.

Seeing her put away her phone, Gang handed her the oden he was holding. The two wandered aimlessly, the temperature just right, making them feel very at ease.

"Tsuna, here you go, I can't eat anymore..."

He took the oden that Shoko handed him back, looked at it closely, took a few bites, and the answer was clear: it wasn't that he couldn't eat it, but that he didn't want to eat it anymore...

However, he had expected this, so he didn't say much, quietly eating his food and occasionally nodding in response to the chattering girl beside him.

Passing a fried noodle stall, two boys were struggling to load a huge, greasy iron pot onto a trailer.

One of them, covered in sweat, caught sight of the two passing by, his eyes suddenly lighting up, and with his last bit of enthusiasm, he shouted:
"Hey! Hey! Last box of yakisoba! It'll be 300 yen for you, take it to go! It usually sells for 500 yen!"

As if afraid he wouldn't believe it, the boy patted a slightly flattened cardboard box next to him. It was indeed stuffed full of noodles, with sauce about to overflow.

Tsuna still had a piece of radish stuffed in his mouth and wanted to refuse Shoko, but it was too late.

Shoko nodded, paid, and took the noodles in one smooth motion. Tsuna looked at the extra noodles in her hand and began to estimate how much of them would end up in his stomach...

Without hesitation, Xiao Zi lifted the lid, and a savory aroma of soy sauce mixed with the smell of cooking oil wafted out.

The boy chuckled as he counted the money: "We've sold almost everything for today. Here's a little bit left, let's clear it out cheap so it'll be easier! We didn't skimp on the ingredients!"

A-Tsuna's gaze shifted from the boy's face to the stir-fried noodles. Sure enough, the chopped cabbage, shredded carrots, and minced meat were piled high, and the sauce was so thick that the noodles were almost invisible.

This portion size... is definitely the last box of 'affordable' portions.

Without saying much, the two turned around and continued shopping. The fried noodles were put into a plastic bag, and they planned to continue shopping and find a bench to eat later.

"Minister...?" The two continued strolling around until Shoko was drawn to a figure and called out in surprise.

The blue-haired girl who was called turned around obediently, but she was carrying several plastic bags in her hand and chewing something in her mouth.

She left a deep impression on Tsuna when they first met, reminding him of the carefree girl 'Matsuoka Miu' from his elementary school days.

"Yo!" The girl swallowed the food in her mouth and greeted them.

"..."

"Minister, what are you doing here...?" Shoko stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Didn't Yuki-senpai say you went to handle something important?"

My gaze swept over the large and small bags of food she was carrying, and the answer vaguely began to surface in my mind...

"Tooth white..."

The blue-haired girl seemed to suddenly remember something, and a look of panic and embarrassment flashed across her face.

She stared at the food in her hand, then looked at the fried noodles in Shoko's hand, and began to struggle internally.

After much hesitation, she gritted her teeth and almost forcibly shoved the takoyaki plastic bag she was carrying into Shoko's arms.

The next second, he abruptly turned around and ran away without looking back, leaving behind only a shout that seemed to be carried away by the wind as he ran:

"Glass-chan! I remember you didn't see me, and I didn't see you either!!"

"..."

Shoko, who was about to introduce Tsuna to the person next to her, looked at the 'takoyaki' in her hand that was still faintly steaming, and was even more confused.

"Let's go, let's continue browsing." Tsuna took the hand of the still bewildered Shoko and walked towards the stalls that hadn't closed yet.

He had confirmed that the takoyaki in Shoko's hand was a bribe.

The two then took turns trying out various mini-games, including shooting balloons, ring toss, scooping goldfish, and speedcubing Rubik's Cubes, accumulating more and more small prizes in their hands.

As they traveled, her belly gradually grew larger. Whenever she encountered something new or unusual, Shoko would take a few bites to try it out, and then immediately feed it to Tsuna.

Considering what he was carrying, she thoughtfully fed him by hand, only to be met with Tsuna's speechless response...

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"I'm so full..."

The bench, edged with gold by the setting sun, creaked softly as the two sat down.

Shoko patted her slightly bulging belly and naturally reached out to take the plastic bag containing snacks that Tsuna handed her.

"It seems Takagi-chan and the others have already gone back," Shoko's gaze fell on the crowd packing up their stalls in the distance. "Tsuna, shall we sit for a while and then go back too?"

Tsuna nodded, glanced at his watch. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, not too late. He then suggested, "How about we go for a walk outside the school?"

"go!"

Without hesitation, Shoko prepared to take a leap, but Tsuna, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed her hand:
"No rush, sit down and rest for a while. Don't you feel a little full?"

Shoko looked at him with a puzzled expression, gently rubbing the soft flesh on her lower abdomen: "I'm not full, just a little bit full. I can still walk around without any problem."

"..."

Tsuna pinched one of her cheeks with a forced smile: "Am I done holding it in?"

"You've only eaten so little, Tsuna, you're so lame..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)