My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 354 Could that be her boyfriend?
"Kongnijiwa!"

Ayumi bowed slightly in the direction of the siblings, and Shoko, realizing what was happening, quickly raised her hand to greet them.

It's just not as formal as Ayumi Ajitani's.

After waiting for a while, neither of them received a response from Mito Yoshihara. It was only when Mito Junko quickly nudged him with her elbow that he hurriedly came back to his senses.

"Hello...!"

He then gave Ayumi Ajitani a deep bow, which almost startled her.

"Haha... Sorry, Ayumi," Junko Mito slapped his arm without hesitation before trying to explain with a laugh:
"This brat has attended all-boys schools since he was a child and has never seen any pretty girls, so he was a little lost for a moment."

"..."

"Thank you." Ayumi Ajitani, who had been complimented on her looks, immediately thanked Junko Mito.

"Junko-nee, could you tell me where the restroom is?" Shoko's voice, neither too loud nor too soft, broke the awkward silence.

Upon hearing this, Junko Mito seemed to receive an unspoken signal, and her voice immediately took on the crispness of a hostess:

"Come, come, I'll take you there right now!" she said, casually placing her arms around Shoko and Ayumi Ajitani's arms.
"When we go downstairs later, I'll show you around the first floor so you don't get lost on the way back."

"Junko-nee, isn't that the sanitation area at the stairwell... umm..."

"That toilet is clogged and hasn't been fixed yet, it's still not fixed, haha..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked briskly into the stairwell with Shoko, who was struggling in her arms.

Before Tsuna could even look away from the stairwell, a dark figure darted in front of him and wrapped his arms around his neck in a very familiar manner.

Mitsubahara's face, with a lewd smile, was almost touching Tsuna's nose as she lowered her voice and asked urgently:

"Hey, cousin! What's your relationship with that girl next to your cousin's wife? Are you familiar with her? Hehe... can you introduce us?"

"Not familiar with him." Tsuna slapped away his hand without hesitation and shook his head in denial.

"..."

"You brought him here if you weren't familiar with him?" Mitsubo asked, rubbing her arm and looking at him with disbelief.

"Then you still ask?"

Before giving him a chance to continue asking questions, Tsuna left those words behind, turned around, opened the door, and looked back at him before going in.

It was a silent inquiry to him whether he wanted to come in.

He saw that there was another person sleeping inside, and shook his head and refused without thinking.

Seeing this, Tsuna stopped talking, went inside and closed the door, then kicked Nishikata, who was pretending to be asleep, saying, "No need to pretend anymore, the door is already closed."

Just as he expected, Nishikata opened his eyes, sat up with a jolt, and shook his head, muttering to himself:

"The class monitor's charm is as strong as ever."

"..." Tsuna rolled his eyes at him, ignored his mutterings, and lay down to scroll through his phone.

As for greeting my grandparents, we'll wait until Shoko and the squad leader return.

Hmm... I also need to bring along Takagi from next door, I don't know if she's sleeping or playing.

Meanwhile, the beautiful rattan chair outside was quite different from the relaxed two people inside the room.

He was having a brainstorming session, his mind wandering...

'There was a boy sleeping in my cousin's room at the time. Could he be the boyfriend of that pretty girl?'

'No way, right? Impossible! He looks so ordinary!'

"Yiyuan, are you just standing there like a doorman? Or are you spying on your cousin? If you're so free, go down and greet the guests!"

"Oh, oh, oh..." Without giving him a chance to hesitate, Grandpa Mito, standing in the shadows of the living room porch, swept his gaze over with lightning speed.

The next second, he reflexively dropped all his joking and laughing, turned around cleanly and quickly, and rushed down the stairs in a few steps.

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"Dong dong dong...!"

"Tsuna, Tsuna, it's time to get up and prepare breakfast."

"Okay! Coming right now!" Tsuna propped himself up, casually ruffled his hair which was askew from sleeping, and called out towards the door.
The rustling sounds outside the door stopped immediately, and the room fell silent again.

A few slivers of cool moonlight seeped in through the window, casting silvery streaks of light across the dimly lit room.

Gang got up and fumbled for the overhead light switch. With a soft "click," the warm yellow light instantly dispelled the hazy night.

He subconsciously squinted, then walked over to the sleeping Nishikata and patted him on the shoulder:

"Get up, get up, it's time to eat."

"What time is it?" Nishikata's muffled voice drifted out from inside the nest.

As soon as A-Gang's gaze shifted from the window, it landed on his half-buried, sleepy face.

His gaze lingered for only half a second before he lowered it to the phone in his hand, displaying '19:47'.

At the bottom of the screen, a row of bright red unread icons, especially the four small characters "Nanase-sensei," hang heavily next to the icons for missed calls and unread messages.

With a flick of his thumb, the screen went dark. As he shoved his phone back into his pocket, he dropped the bombshell in a low but clear voice:
"It's almost eight o'clock, let's go, it's time to go down for lunch."

"If this drags on any longer, they might finish eating."

"Oh, oh, oh," Nishikata nodded groggily, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Tsuna had already opened the door and was about to leave, so he quickly spoke up:
"Miyamura, wait for me! Let me put on my pants first!"

As soon as Tsuna and Nishikata stepped into the family dining room on the first floor, the rich and warm aroma of food wafted over them.

On the dining table, more than half of the steaming dishes have already been laid out.

Under the light, Ayumi Ajitani was gesturing animatedly, making her grandparents smile.

Grandma's wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were so pronounced they looked like flowers, while Grandpa held his teacup and listened, nodding repeatedly.

Mitsuba sat close to her grandmother, grinning, but her gaze was fixed on Ayumi Azumi's lively smiling face, laughing foolishly, oblivious to everything else.

A little further away, Shoko and Takagi emerged from the kitchen doorway one after the other, each carrying a plate of food as they walked toward the dining table.

Faint sounds of kitchen utensils clattering could be heard coming from the kitchen, probably because Junko was still busy with the final steps.

When Tsuna and his companion appeared at the restaurant entrance, the laughter around the table paused subtly for a moment.

Grandpa put down his teacup, Grandma wiped away the tears of laughter, and Takagi and Shoko's eyes followed.

Only Mitsubo Shinohara was still staring blankly at Azumi Ayumi's smiling face, completely unaware of the two new people at the door.

Grandma's gaze fell on Gang's neck and then instantly shifted away, but Gang clearly caught it all.

"We can talk about it later. You two go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Grandma's gentle voice stopped Tsuna from saying the words he was about to blurt out about Nishikata.

He nodded and led the still-dazed Nishikata towards the kitchen.

"Miyamura..." As soon as the two entered the kitchen, Nishikata quickly grabbed someone and couldn't help but say:
"I'm suddenly getting nervous, what should I do?"

There was no tension at first, until I saw the class president and Takagi, who had obviously already greeted Miyamura's grandparents.

He's been sleeping alone until now, so the tension is starting to surface.

(End of this chapter)