My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 360 Is Miyamura a professional?

"At once--"

"Wait!" Tsuna suddenly raised his hand, making a firm "stop" gesture with his palm facing outwards:

"You mean I'm a professional? It's not because I'm the only one in our dorm with a girlfriend, is it?"

"That's right!"

Kitano confidently tossed his head and snapped his fingers loudly with his thumb and forefinger.

However, this show-off move only earned him undisguised speechless expressions from the people around the table.

"..."

"Kitano, may I ask you something?"

Nishikata blinked, and without waiting for his agreement, continued, "So how do you plan to have Miyamura play support tonight?"

"Hmm..." Kitano stroked his chin and thought for a while before slowly speaking: "I haven't thought of anything yet, but I'll help you come up with some ideas."

"..."

"That's...that's it?!" Male student B almost choked on his own by this flimsy reason.

"Of course there are more!"

Kitano quickly gulped down a large mouthful of water, as if to quell the doubts of the crowd, and eagerly prepared to begin the next section:
"If I want to invite my neighbor out late at night, she won't feel comfortable leaving her alone, so she'll definitely bring her roommates along."
"The class monitor and Nishimiya will most likely be together then, don't you think?"

After saying this, he glanced at the group of people and, upon receiving their nods of agreement, continued:

"Isn't this exactly the kind of situation where someone needs to lure them away? That's where Miyamura comes in handy."

Or do you think you're charming enough to distract Nishimiya from her neighbor? The class president is a different story, though.

Finally, Kitano gave them a cheeky raise of his eyebrows.

Ayumi Azurani: I'm sorry to bother you, thank you!

Nishikata nodded subconsciously. Kitano's words did make some sense, but the core question remained.

He leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed, and asked more specifically, "But I still don't understand what you meant by Miyamura being a professional..."

"With his face right there, doesn't that make people think he's very professional in this area?"

"Hehe..." Tsuna expressed everything with a single three-word strike.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Kitano became a little anxious: "Hey, it's not time yet!"

He braced himself with his hands behind his back: "When we discuss the support strategy next, I believe Miyamura will be a professional."

"..."

What time should we meet?

"After dinner, or maybe after soaking in the hot spring, it depends on when Tanaka has the courage to send a message to his neighbor."

"Row……"

Then, until they went to the cafeteria for dinner, the group gathered around the low table, chattering away as they worked out their "assistance plan" for the evening.

Nishikata even adopted the same serious attitude he had when studying, thinking that he might be able to use these techniques when he confessed to Takagi.

Tsuna simply listened to their discussion throughout, offering only a few casual suggestions in response to Kitano's occasional questions.

He thought that this would make the other party realize that he shouldn't ask any more questions, but he didn't expect that his casual remark would make Kitano hesitate about whether his suggestion was feasible.

There were countless inquiries and requests for advice afterward...

As for how to explain to Tanaka that there were two extra support players, Kitano patted his chest and assured him that he would handle that.

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"Tsuna, try this, it's really delicious!"

"..."

Tsuna looked at the half-eaten bitter melon ring he had brought to his mouth, and was a little skeptical of the second half of Shoko's story. "Ah~"

Hmm...it definitely tastes delicious...

Tsuna chewed on the bitter melon rings, ignoring Shoko's little trick of moving the bitter melon from her small plate to her own.

Seeing that he didn't stop her this time, Shoko's heart lit up.

He immediately abandoned the sneaky route and decisively "transferred" the last few slices of bitter melon to his territory.

Nishikata and Takagi, sitting opposite each other, were already immune to this kind of "loving feeding," and tacitly buried their heads in their rice, not even lifting their eyelids.

Only Ayumi Ajitani, standing next to Shoko, watched longingly as Shoko "transferred" the bitter melon to Tsuna's plate, then looked down at her own plate, which was almost untouched, with its green "instrument of torture."

She collapsed instantly, poked the bitter melon slice with her chopsticks, her face filled with tragic determination, as if she were heading to the execution ground, and then she shoved her eyes shut!
"Pfft—!" The next second, her little face scrunched up like a bitter lemon with the peel still on, and she trembled three times on the spot.
"Bitter, bitter! Help! My tongue is about to run away from home!!!"

"..."

"Ayumi-chan, your expression is way too exaggerated! It doesn't look that bitter at all!"

Takagi smiled helplessly, resting his chin on his hand, but his hands didn't stop moving. He deftly reached for the chopsticks and steadily picked up the bitter gourd ring that Ayumi had rejected from her plate.

As Ayumi Ajitani watched her bitter melon dwindle on her plate, she couldn't resist blowing a shiny kiss to Takagi.

"Ugh... disgusting..."

"You broke my heart, Takagi-chan..."

The casual conversation in the cafeteria lasted for quite a while.

The leisurely atmosphere after dinner was broken when Ayumi Ajitani started nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice and mumbled that she was a little sleepy.

She glanced at her phone screen that had suddenly lit up, shook her head violently, and forced herself out of her drowsiness.

With precise movements, one hand grabbed Shoko and the other Takagi's wrists, instantly restoring their energy: "Let's go! It's time to summon the hot springs!"

He skipped and hopped towards the public bathhouse, not forgetting to turn back and wave to Nishikata and Tsuna, who were still sitting in their seats:

"See you tomorrow, you two!"

Did Kitano send you a message?

Once the three of them had walked a certain distance away, Tsuna turned to look at Nishikata, who was still staring at Takagi's back.

Seeing that he still didn't react, she raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "That's enough, they're all gone."

"Oh...oh...Miyamura, what did you just say?"

"..."

Did Kitano send you a message?

"Let me take a look..."

As he spoke, Nishikata took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and opened LINE. He saw that his chat history with Kitano was still stuck this morning, and could only shake his head helplessly.

"Let's go soak in the hot springs. We should be done by then."

After saying that, he stood up briskly, pushed the chair back with a slight scraping sound, and walked towards the corridor leading to the men's bath without looking back.

Seeing this, Nishikata quickly got up and jogged after him, his footsteps echoing in the somewhat empty cafeteria.

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The steaming hot spring mist had not yet completely dissipated from his body when Tsuna emerged, wrapped in a black yukata soaked with moisture.

He shook his wet hair, water droplets splashing in the cool air, and glanced down at the phone screen in his hand that had just gone dark.

He glanced up at Nishikata, who was rubbing his cheeks, which were red from the smoke, and said, "Let's go. Kitano texted me. Let's go back to the dorm first. He'll lead the way."

There was also a pinned 'Goodnight' message from my classmate, Shoko.

(End of this chapter)