In this crossover anime, I've been bound to two systems.

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Chapter 161 Sunday Tutoring Classes

Sunday was a sunny day, perfect for going out.

Suzumiya Chisato is quite busy today, with her schedule packed all day.

He picked up his phone and opened his schedule to check it.

On Sunday morning, I went to Touma Kazusa's house to tutor her, and in the afternoon, she taught me piano.

That evening, Kasumigaoka Utaha asked to meet her, but she didn't know what it was about.

Because she had taken leave from her job at the Starry Sky Hotel in advance, Suzumiya Chisato didn't feel any sense of urgency.

As a high school student, he spends his weekends either with pretty girls or on his way to see them. This kind of life makes Suzumiya Chisato feel both guilty and fulfilled.

In today's world, where the male-to-female ratio is severely imbalanced, there are already far more men than women, and yet he occupies so many positions, which makes me feel that he is seriously infringing on the rights of men.

But it's okay, we can have more children with them later, which will be a positive contribution to society.

After breakfast, Suzumiya Chisato set off and arrived at Touma Kazusa's house around nine o'clock.

Previously, when Suzumiya Chisato brought Touma Kazusa back because of her leg injury, she felt a pang of sympathy.

The houses where the rich live are truly outrageously luxurious. Just looking at such a villa can make ordinary people feel powerless due to the class gap.

However, Suzumiya Chisato's mindset was completely different from before, so she didn't feel any unnecessary sentimentality and simply rang the doorbell.

Ten seconds later, he rang the doorbell a second time, and Touma Kazusa's cool yet subtly mature voice came through.

"Which one?"

"Hello, tutoring services."

"...You actually came."

You could hear the helplessness in Touma Kazusa's voice.

"if not."

"Click."

The door opened automatically.

As Suzumiya Chisato walked through the courtyard, Touma Kazusa had already opened the gate and was waiting for him at the entrance.

She was dressed simply today, in a long-sleeved white shirt and slim-fitting black trousers.

The simpler and more sophisticated the outfit, the more it tests a person's figure and temperament; otherwise, it is easy to get negative comments such as "tacky".

But none of this matters to Touma Kazusa. She already has a tall figure comparable to a model, and her face is exceptionally beautiful. She is an absolute beauty. In addition, the elegant temperament she has cultivated through years of playing the piano allows her to naturally pull off this extremely simple style of dressing.

Good morning, Touma.

"Oh no, I was sleeping soundly and you woke me up."

So, you haven't washed up yet?

"...Did you come all this way just to annoy me?"

"How could that be? Oh right, here, this is for you."

Suzumiya Chisato handed over the bag she was holding.

"This is……"

"I bought some snacks from the convenience store, like Pocky sticks, chocolate, pudding, etc. Studying is a very mentally taxing thing, so if I get tired later, I'll eat some and rest for a while."

"……Thanks."

"You're surprisingly frank today."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Touma Kazusa took slippers out of the shoe cabinet, placed them in front of Suzumiya Chisato, and then turned and went inside.

Suzumiya Chisato changed her shoes, turned around, closed the door, and walked in the direction she had left.

Pushing open the half-closed door reveals a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, offering excellent views, ventilation, and natural light, and a well-maintained courtyard.

Touma Kazusa is sitting on the sofa, having already torn open a chocolate wrapper and is eating it.

Suzumiya Senri walked over.

"Haven't you washed up yet?"

Touma Kazusa gave him a pretty glare, too lazy to answer his question. Judging from her current outfit, it was obvious she hadn't just gotten up.

"This is prepared for you when you feel tired during your studies. What will you do if you eat it now?"

"Anyway, there are so many, and besides, I can't study if I'm hungry."

"You haven't had breakfast yet?"

"kindness."

Touma Kazusa was looking forward to meeting Suzumiya Chisato at home on Sunday, so she gave the housekeeper who took care of her daily life a day off in advance, wanting to create a space for the two of them to be alone.

She rarely lifts a finger, and with the subconscious mindset instilled in her by her mother from a young age about protecting her fingers, she naturally wouldn't consider cooking for herself.

She woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, first agonizing over what to wear in front of the wardrobe, and then waiting for him to arrive in the living room while watching a mindless comedy show.

If Suzumiya Chisato had arrived any later, she probably would have just ordered takeout.

"Alright, stop eating the rest. How can snacks be a main meal?"

Suzumiya Chisato took the plastic bag containing snacks from in front of Touma Kazusa.

Do you have any ingredients at home?

"What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I'll help you fill your stomach quickly, and then I'll officially start teaching you your lessons."

"...I'm not too sure either, but I think there probably is."

He's going to cook for me!

Touma Kazusa suppressed her joy, expressionlessly popped the remaining chocolate into her mouth, and led Suzumiya Chisato to the kitchen, where she opened the refrigerator.

"Isn't there food here? It's even thoughtfully sealed with plastic wrap. Can't we just take it out, heat it up in the microwave, and eat it right away?"

Suzumiya Chisato took out a stack of dishes and looked at Touma Kazusa, saying...

There was also a note stuck on the plastic wrap—

"Just microwave it for three minutes. Leave the dishes and chopsticks on the table and I'll clean them up tomorrow."

Aunt Xiaoyuan, it's okay if you don't have to be so thoughtful!

Touma Kazusa let out a mournful cry in her heart.

"I don't want to eat this."

Driven by her own thoughts, she crossed her arms and turned her head to look to the side.

"You're quite picky about food. What would you like to eat?"

Chisato Suzumiya put the food she was holding into the refrigerator.

"Everything is fine, but I just don't really want to eat leftovers."

"It looks delicious... Well, you have quite a bit of food in your fridge, let me see what I can make... There's leftover rice, green beans, eggs, shrimp... How about fried rice? Oh right, you don't eat leftovers."

"It's okay, leftover rice is fine."

Touma Kazusa repeated it again with emphasis.

"So you mean fried rice is okay?"

Meeting Suzumiya Chisato's gaze, Touma Kazusa looked away somewhat guiltily.

"Yes, I don't dislike fried rice."

"Understood. Go wait in the living room, the fried rice will be ready soon."

"Oh."

Although she agreed, Touma Kazusa did not return to the living room. Instead, she turned around, took two steps, and sat down on a high stool outside the kitchen.

Across the open kitchen counter, facing the direction of Suzumiya Chisato, she took out her phone.

My eyes are glued to the phone screen, but my mind has wandered off somewhere else entirely.

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Chapter 162 Even Stay-at-Home Husbands Have Charm

Compared to the evil system, the pure love system is quite shameful in many ways, but it must be said that the quality and effectiveness of the products it produces are quite good.

Chisato Suzumiya's original culinary skills can be summarized in one sentence.

The taste cannot be guaranteed, but it certainly won't kill you.

He's basically at the level where he can cook rice and fry an egg or bacon without any problems, but he can't handle anything more complicated.

But after receiving the "basic cooking skills" boost, his culinary skills changed dramatically, if not drastically.

Just watching him chop scallions with a cleaver is a great pleasure, and his methodical movements of flipping the wok and tossing the pan are even more pleasing to the eye, like he's performing some kind of magic trick.

Combined with his undeniable charisma and handsome face, it would give onlookers such a question.

This guy isn't frying rice, he's putting on some kind of show, isn't he?

Touma Kazusa had glimpsed her aunt, Ohara, cooking, but she couldn't bring herself to watch her cook the whole time.

The way he cooks is much more interesting than those TV shows.

The housewife attributes that exist in women are irresistible to some men.

Conversely, the same applies. Although Touma Kazusa herself is not entirely sure, having lacked care since childhood, she is indeed powerless against boys who can cook and are excellent at managing a household. She feels that such boys are very reliable and thus feels at ease from the bottom of her heart.

"All right."