Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Shiyu was processing the crabs nearby, gently tapping open their shells with the back of a knife.

"Eri, if you fall again, you'll smash the eel meat to pieces."

"Then you do it!"

"I'm busy."

"..."

Eriri's face puffed up with anger, but she slowed down her movements.

Aoyama sat on a rock not far away, watching this scene, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let me do it."

He stood up, walked to Eriri's side, and took the giant eel from her hand.

"Hold my tail down for me."

"Humph."

Eriri snorted, but still obediently squatted down and pressed her hands against the eel's tail.

Aoyama gripped the knife and cut into the eel from behind its head.

The blade slid down the spine, cleanly and efficiently peeling away the entire piece of fish meat from both sides.

"Wow..." Sagiri stared in disbelief.

"Aoyama-kun is amazing!"

Ran Mouri also came over to watch.

"It separated with a single cut."

Practice makes perfect.

Aoyama handed them the peeled eel meat.

"This meat is more tender than that of the purple-spined devil fish, so it's best to steam it."

"I'll do it!"

Eriri suddenly raised her hand.

"I can do it!"

Shi Yu raised her head from behind the crab shell, a hint of doubt in her red eyes.

"You can cook?"

"Why can't I do it!"

Eriri glared at her fiercely.

"I do cook properly at home, okay!"

"That's instant noodles, isn't it?"

"???"

"Eri's cooking is actually pretty good."

Aoyama interjected.

Eriri paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, her golden twin tails swaying gently.

Have you eaten it?

"The fried fish you made last time was pretty good."

Eriri's ears felt slightly hot.

She didn't expect that this bastard Qingshan would still remember.

She turned her head away, her voice becoming a little softer.

"That...that's for sure."

"Who do you think I am?"

Shi Yu looked at her profile, her lips curving slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

Qingshan's expression was strange.

The next line is, "I won't lean over there!"

In the distance, on the wooden corridor.

Kiyomi stood by the pillar, holding a cup of herbal tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the group of busy young people on the beach.

Eri Kisaki walked up behind her, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

The shirt was buttoned up to the top, but it still couldn't hide the full curves of her chest.

"Aren't you going to help?"

Eri Kisaki stood next to Kiyomi, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

"Just keep an eye on them."

Qingmei took a sip of tea, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"A rare day off."

Eri followed her gaze.

On the beach, Eriri was waving a wooden stick, directing Aoyama to carry the eel meat to the kitchen.

Shiyu was dismantling a crab and making sarcastic remarks, which Eriri retorted with a retort.

Ran Mouri and Sagari were discussing something, and Sagari nodded earnestly, her face flushed.

Saeko Busujima is training at the training ground and has not participated yet.

Eri Kisaki sighed and said, "It's so good to be young."

"You're not old either."

Kiyomi glanced at her.

"But the mindset is different now."

Eri pushed up her glasses and looked at Aoyama.

“Aoyama-kun... he really has a knack for it.”

"Ok?"

"He made everyone feel needed."

Kiyomi remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yes."

She looked down at the tea leaves floating in the cup and said softly:

"That includes me."

Eri glanced at her sideways, but didn't ask any further questions; she just smiled slightly.

On the other side of the beach.

Saeko Busujima walked out of the training field, her long purple hair tied into a high ponytail, wearing a black vest and training shorts.

She was carrying a wooden sword, and fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead, clearly indicating that she had just finished training.

"Dealing with the prey?"

She walked closer and looked down.

"Bujima-san!"

Ran Mouri looked up and waved at her.

"Are you done training?"

"Ah."

Saeko Busujima nodded, her gaze falling on the skeleton of the Purple Thorn Demon Fish.

"A level 5 mutated creature... to Aoyama-kun now, it's just a regular monster, right?"

"more or less."

"Remember to take me with you next time."

Saeko Busujima's tone was calm, but filled with a desire for battle!

Her sword wants to drink blood!

"no problem."

Aoyama readily agreed.

Chapter 331: Hui, what exactly did Aoyama-kun do to you?

in the afternoon.

Megumi Kato and Michiru carefully parted the bushes along the path beside the stream.

"Hui, do you think traps can actually catch anything?"

Michiru gripped the bamboo spear, a few leaves clinging to her dark purple short hair, and she looked around warily.

Her tone carried an irrepressible anticipation.

"I've seen it on TV before, but I always thought it was just for show..."

"do not know."

Kato Megumi walked ahead, her pace neither hurried nor slow.

He held the bamboo spear at an angle to his side, his black eyes calmly scanning the ground in front of him.

"But Aoyama-kun said that the success rate of rope traps on the beast path is not low."

"It's Aoyama-kun again!"

Michiru pursed her lips and used her bamboo spear to push aside a drooping vine.

"Just how many wilderness survival shows has that guy watched?"

"A lot."

Kato Megumi's answer was brief, but she paused slightly, as if recalling something.

"He looks at everything."

"Tch, he's clearly a sly wolf, but the shows he watches are quite serious," Michiru muttered.

"We're here." Kato Megumi suddenly stopped.

About five meters ahead, on a thick oak tree branch, a thin bamboo pole was tightly wrapped by vines and leaned diagonally down from the tree crown.

This was one of the three noose traps they had set that morning.

At that moment, the bamboo pole was shaking violently!

"It moved! It moved! It moved!"

Michiru excitedly grabbed Kato Megumi's arm and screamed in a low voice.

"Hui! That's moving! It's really moving!"

Kato Megumi didn't speak, but her pupils contracted slightly, and her fingers gripping the bamboo spear tightened unconsciously.

The two walked quickly closer.

At the end of the bamboo pole, a rope made of vines tightly tethered a grayish-brown thing, which was struggling desperately in mid-air.

Two long ears, a round body, and short front paws haphazardly scratching at the air.

"rabbit!"

Michiru almost jumped up.

"Hui! It's a rabbit! A huge rabbit!"