Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

"Okay, you take a look first. I have something to do tonight, I'll look at it later."

An Zeliang replied casually.

"Okay, I'll take a look by myself first. After I'm done, I'll talk to Anze about anything I want to discuss."

Ibuki Yuki was probably eager to see the update, so she quickly replied and then said goodbye.

An Zeliang typed with one hand, which was quite troublesome, so he replied "okay," then shook himself, wiped himself clean, and walked out of the bathroom.

In the dead of night, under a dark and windy sky, hmm... it's a good time to start a war.

An Zeliang touched his phone, hesitated for a moment, and wondered if he should notify the other party before launching the war.

After thinking about it, he put his hand down.

Night raids are all about speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy; if you're notified in advance, where's the excitement?

So, An Zeliang went straight back to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and a few minutes later, he found the bedroom key.

pat, pat...

An Zeliang walked out of his room, holding the key to Hayano-sensei's bedroom in his hand, a smile on his lips, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Tonight will surely be a bloody battle!

Chapter 155, Section 153: Is that Hoshimiya Rin? Since we're already here!

Standing at the door of Hayano-sensei's bedroom, Yasuzawa Ryo let out a breath, and reached out with the key in his hand, ready to open the door.

Clang.

The key turned in the lock, producing a crisp sound.

"Ok?"

To his surprise, Yasuzawa Ryo discovered that Hayano-sensei's bedroom door was unlocked and could be opened directly.

Is this also a preparation for self-sacrifice?

With that thought in mind, he didn't hesitate and pushed open the door to come in.

The room was dark.

To prevent anyone from disturbing him again, An Zeliang decisively locked the door from the inside, his heart pounding.

In the dimly lit bedroom, a figure lay on the bed covered with a thin blanket, turned to the side, with long, flowing hair cascading down beside the pillow.

Although it was too dark to see faces clearly, I could smell a faint, familiar scent of lavender perfume in the air…

However, after Anze Liang entered the room, Hayano Hoshiko on the bed did not react at all. She remained lying on her side with her back to the door, her shoulders rising and falling slightly in a rhythmic manner...

An Zeliang was somewhat surprised to notice this.

He thought that Hayano Hoshiko had deliberately left the door unlocked and was waiting for him inside, but judging from her appearance... she seemed to have fallen asleep long ago.

This teacher is so stupid.

After hesitating for a moment, An Zeliang did not leave, but silently moved to the bedside.

After all, we've come all this way... wouldn't it be a waste not to take this opportunity to go further?

Since Hayano Hoshiko was asleep, Yasuzawa Ryo didn't turn on the light, afraid of waking her up suddenly and making too much noise to wake up Hoshimiya Rin next door.

On the bed, Hayano Hoshiko was probably a little hot from sleeping, as her pair of fair and soft legs stretched out from the edge of the thin blanket. Her snow-white feet were relaxed on the edge of the bed, with one foot kicked a little further away, resting on the edge of the bed, half of her tender white foot dangling, looking like it might fall off at any moment.

An Zeliang, an upright and friendly young man of the new era, saw this scene and instinctively reached out his hands to grab the foot that was about to fall.

If you roll over and fall, you'll get a lot of bumps on your head! It's so unsafe!

Let him be an anonymous hero and help Hayano Hoshiko get rid of this safety hazard.

"……Um?"

Just then, the foot in An Zeliang's palm suddenly trembled slightly, then the instep tensed, and the toes stomped down hard, pressing down on An Zeliang's palm.

But probably because she had just woken up, she didn't have much strength left. Hayano Hoshiko's stomp was like a kitten's, her soft sole pressing down on... well, it wasn't exactly a threat, but it was certainly a great reward.

An Zeliang flipped his palm and easily grasped the little foot in his hand.

“Ooooo…!”

The person on the bed was startled and kicked hard with both legs, trying to continue struggling.

At this moment, An Zeliang lowered his voice and patted the pair of fair legs with his free hand, soothingly.

"it's me."

The calves that had been kicking wildly gradually calmed down, and the foot that An Zeliang was holding silently curled up its round toes, seemingly very nervous.

But... this little foot didn't seem to be resisting.

Instead, it stayed obediently in the palm of your hand, motionless.

"Shh...yes, don't make a sound."

An Zeliang continued to whisper an instruction, then used his other hand to grab the other foot that was obediently lying on the bed, placing both feet together in his palm.

"You know that if you don't cover your feet when you sleep at night, you'll easily catch a cold?"

Facing their two tiny feet, and Hayano Hoshiko covered with a thin blanket on the bed, Yasuzawa Ryo solemnly began to give them a safety lesson.

"You're such a grown-up, and you still can't sleep properly."

Appropriate punishment should be imposed.

"...!"

The blanket covering Hayano Hoshiko suddenly trembled, and her two little feet silently stepped on Anze Liang's palms again, looking like she refused to accept being taught a lesson.

But An Zeliang grabbed her with both hands, and she didn't resist. Her round toes curled up and trembled as they were pulled back into her grasp, making her look rather pitiful.

As An Zeliang thought about it, he tucked the two little feet he was holding back into the quilt.

Then, he tucked himself back into bed.

“…!!!”

Hayano Hoshiko suddenly sprang to her feet on the bed, her two slightly cool little hands pressing down hard on An Zeliang's shoulders. Her feet, which had just relaxed, tensed up again, and she subconsciously used force to step on An Zeliang's body.

"Ok?"

An Zeliang paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Something is wrong...very wrong!

After so many simulations, his understanding of Ms. Hayano was already at the level of an old married couple.

My feet might have been washed, so they felt softer than in the simulation... But some things just won't change no matter how many times you wash them!

After all, women aren't men; they don't expand and contract with temperature changes.

At that moment, An Zeliang even wondered if he had picked up the wrong key and gone to the wrong room...

However, he had confirmed before entering that he was going into Hayano Hoshiko's bedroom.

Why is the product not as described...?

Although he was very puzzled, An Zeliang could not give up halfway now that things had come to this point.

We have no choice but to continue!

After making up his mind, An Zeliang fiddled around for a while and quickly adjusted his strength and technique.

Then she crawled into bed.

Meanwhile, in another bedroom.

Hayano Hoshiko lay on the tatami mat, covered with a quilt, and slowly opened her eyes to look at the ceiling.

After a long while, she sighed softly.

"……Why."

Hayano Hoshiko pulled the blanket over most of her face, leaving only her eyes filled with a deep sense of loss as she stared blankly into space.

In the quiet bedroom, soft mutterings echoed.

“Anze… what an idiot…”

"... "

Nighttime always seems to pass very quickly.

As a ray of bright sunlight streamed through the window, a new day began.

Today is Saturday, a weekend, so there's no school or work.

But An Zeliang had a baby-like sleep and had rested well last night, so he opened his eyes on time, stretched, and then got out of bed full of energy.

After everything was over last night, considering that there were still people in the next room, he did not choose to stay overnight, but returned to his own room to rest.

I checked the time; it was a little past seven in the morning, time for breakfast.

An Zeliang opened the door

I'm going to go to the living room to get a glass of water and then think about what to eat for breakfast.

At that moment, the door to another guest room with tatami mats opened, and Hayano Hoshiko came out.

She was wearing a round-neck nightgown, her long hair was slightly messy and draped over her shoulders, and there were dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept well.

"Huh? Good morning, Anze-kun." Hayano Hoshiko rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Good morning, I was just about to make breakfast. What would you like to eat, teacher?" An Zeliang asked with a smile.

"Hmm...anything is fine, I don't have much of an appetite this morning." Ms. Hayano said, then went into the bathroom to wash up first.

An Zeliang then walked into the kitchen, glanced at the leftover vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator, as well as some leftovers from last night, and planned to make a simple tamagoyaki and have some plum tea rice.

The overall flavor is very light, making it perfect for breakfast, except the miso soup is a bit too salty.

As for ochazuke (rice with tea), yesterday Mr. Hayano stocked up on some semi-finished products from convenience stores in the refrigerator, including tea bags and seasoning packets for ochazuke.

Yasuzawa Ryo started boiling water in a pot, threw in a tea bag to boil, and then began to fry tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet)...

"What is Anze doing? Let me help you."