Don't force me to use my right fist.

"That's strange. I've had any dealings with her? How come I don't even know it?"

Sawa's doubts deepened; his memory should be fine, in theory.

Chapter 347 Rice is still the most important thing

Although Saya guessed from the sudden appearance of the Hell Girl that he had been sent to Hell Correspondence without knowing when, and it seemed that the Three-Eyed Spider valued him quite a bit, even wanting to personally come out and pull him down.

However, at least the person who resented him hadn't pulled down the rope binding Cao Ren, who represented Saya, so he should still have some free time. Therefore, after gazing in the direction of the girl and pondering for a while, Saya decisively made his decision.

Let's go and take care of dinner first.

Having gone to great lengths to prepare such a feast, Zuoyou didn't want these things to spoil his appetite.

Let it come if it wants to. There's nothing Zuoyou can do to stop it. Even if he gets dragged to hell, so what? We've pulled people out of hell before, we're used to it. wh

Saya wasn't entirely sure of the Three-Eyed Spider's strength, but after all, the opponent was a ruler of Hell, so even if he was weak, he couldn't be that weak.

So instead of worrying unnecessarily here, I might as well finish my meal early and then go find someone like Komachi or Shiki who knows something to ask them. Anyway, I've already made plans to go with Amakawa Tsubasa later.

Without hesitation, Sawa picked up a dinner dish first. Instead of going to find Amakawa Tsubasa, he walked to Kaguya's room, knocked, and stood up.

"Kaguya, don't be angry. How about we have dinner first? You can't go against your food, right?"

As Saya called out to the person inside, he looked down at the dinner he had just prepared. He had already decided that if Kaguya really didn't want to eat it, he would have to eat it all by himself.

Kaguya, still wearing her pajamas, looked a little sulky, but from her no longer distant and indifferent gaze, Saya knew she was no longer angry.

"Let me make this clear first: having dinner doesn't mean I forgive you. You should seriously reflect on what you can say in front of certain people and what you can't say, okay?"

After receiving the carefully prepared dinner from Saya, Kaguya rolled her eyes at him before closing her bedroom door again and sitting down with the dishes.

"At least you have some conscience, knowing to cook for me yourself, so I can forgive you."

A relieved smile appeared on Kaguya's face. She picked up the utensils Saya had prepared for her, took a piece of beef, and put it in her mouth. A happy smile then appeared on her face.

Saya's culinary skills are no exaggeration. In terms of taste, he's even better than the average chef. Although Kaguya's ideas for the chef's cooking are certainly involved, it doesn't diminish the fact that he's a very good cook.

"He's clearly the perfect candidate to be a stay-at-home husband. He could find a rich girl to raise and just stay home doing what he likes, like gardening and growing vegetables. What's wrong with that?" W complained softly, but Kaguya still had a smile on her face. Just by eating what he made, she could feel the care he put into cooking. Realizing that at least he wasn't fooling her, Kaguya felt a little happy.

However, what Kaguya was complaining about in her room had little to do with Saya.

After bringing her dinner, Zuoyou tiptoed to Zuomo's room. Seeing that she was still in a somewhat unseemly sleeping position and confirming that she had no intention of getting up, he then went to the door of Yuchuan Yi's room next door.

"You're back?"

Just as Sawa stood at the door, forgetting to knock, he raised his arm, only to find the door had already opened automatically from the inside. He was once again dressed in the same outfit he had worn that day when he followed Kaguya...

"Yeah, I've also prepared dinner. Didn't you say you wanted to eat in Hell? Then just follow me." Everything was already in his backpack, and all Saya had to do was lead Amakawa Tsubasa to the basement of his room.

Now that he has his own room, opening a portal to hell is practically the first thing Sayu did after building the basement. Even if he doesn't go to hell often, this portal is still a must-open.

Besides, even Komachi joked that Sawa was practically living in hell, so how could he not build a good one?

Zuoyou had been inside before, and for some reason, even though it wasn't exactly close to the school anymore, this newly built Hell was still bound to the Hell Gate on the dock. Perhaps going through Hell would be the most convenient way to get back from the school in the future?

"Saku-kun, as your date, there's something I absolutely have to remind you of."

Walking beside him, Yuchuan Yi touched her lips, which were smeared with a layer of light red lip gloss, and spoke, waking Saya from his reverie, who was still thinking about some random things.

"Huh? What?"

Saya turned around and looked at the girl who had even changed her glasses to contact lenses. He thought to himself, "Isn't it unnecessary to dress up so nicely just to go out for dinner? Doesn't it make me look too casual in my ordinary sportswear?" But deep down, he still felt a little bothered.

His momentary lapse in concentration clearly indicated he wasn't thinking about the date that evening; Amakawa Tsubasa could deduce this without even looking at his expression.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I do tend to daydream sometimes. I apologize."

Sorry, he scratched his head awkwardly. Unable to refute this point, Saya gave an embarrassed smile. Having been exposed, he felt a little embarrassed to face the girl in front of him.

People are already taking this so seriously, yet he's still thinking about other irrelevant things. From any perspective, he's being unreasonable.

"Well, as a gentleman, I think what you should do now, Saya-kun, is to hold my hand first."

Extending her slender hand, Amakawa Tsubasa looked at Saya with a smile and said.

Chapter 348 You Should Call Me Brother

Saya readily took Amakawa Tsubasa's outstretched hand. He was used to it now; these girls seemed to enjoy holding hands, as if it gave them a sense of security. But Saya didn't really understand. At his current speed, as long as these people didn't stray more than ten meters from him, he could reach them instantly in case of any trouble. There was absolutely no need to do something so pointless.

To be honest, Saya was only thinking about it. After all, it was Amakawa Tsubasa's request, and it wasn't anything particularly difficult, so he figured he might as well do it if he could.

Anyway, he wasn't losing out, and he quite enjoyed the feeling of holding those soft, tender hands in his own.

Leading Amakawa Tsubasa through the newly opened Gates of Hell, Saya arrived at the familiar dock. Only then did he release her hand, placing several wool blankets on the soil beside the dock, where spider lilies bloomed.

Komachi was absolutely certain that the cat was slacking off and sleeping in her house, so she decided it was best not to disturb her.

The main problem was that he simply forgot to take his share.

After taking the still-steaming dishes out of his backpack and placing them on a newly lowered wooden stake, Zuo You then greeted the smiling man standing before him.

"Look, this is exactly what you instructed, right?"

Zuoyou pointed to the dishes that, while not particularly lavish, were definitely made with his own hands and were filled with sincerity.

Then, as if he had thought of something, Zuoyou snapped his fingers, took out two torches from his backpack, and stuck them on the wooden table where he had suggested the idea.

"Yes, now we have candlelight too."

"Pfft, why are you always so serious in places like this, Saya-kun?" Holding her skirt, Yuukawa Tsubasa sat on the small chair that Saya had put down, patted the stool next to her, tilted her head, and looked into Saya's seemingly harmless eyes as she asked.

Before Sōyū could reply, Amakawa Tsubasa grabbed his hand and forced him to sit next to her instead of across from her. She picked up her chopsticks and looked at the dishes that bore no resemblance to the candlelight dinner she had imagined.

"Saku-kun, what is this? Let me think... I remember seeing this cooking method somewhere before."

Picking up some potato shreds that Saya had cut neatly like yellow jade threads, Amakawa Tsubasa, who was like a human library, quickly realized which country this was a signature cooking method and dish.

"Speaking of which, I don't recall ever hearing a proper self-introduction from you, Saku-kun. Whether it's your age or where you're from, I don't think you've ever mentioned it."

Even though Amakawa Tsubasa had already guessed where Saya was likely from, she didn't say it outright. Instead, she stuffed Qi into her mouth and chewed it with satisfaction before asking Saya.

"More importantly, tell me how it tastes. It's not bad compared to what you made last time, right?"

Sawa, feeling quite pleased with himself, picked up a piece of stir-fried beef with his chopsticks, a blissful expression spreading across his face. This was the kind of beef he was familiar with; the way they ate beef, prioritizing so-called freshness like steak, was just asking for trouble – why not just hug a cow and gnaw on it?

"If you made all of this yourself, Saya-kun, then the taste is beyond question. Even the top chefs of Shenzhou cuisine might only be able to achieve this taste. However, I haven't actually eaten it myself, so I can only offer my own subjective judgment."

Yu Chuan Yi blinked, her pearly teeth slightly biting the tip of the chopsticks, still looking at the boy who was obviously stammering with curious eyes.

"Alright then, what would you like to know?"

After noticing that the girl's mouth had turned an enticing red from the chili peppers he had added to the dish to better suit her taste, Saya took a bottle of milk out of his backpack and placed it in front of her, saying...

"Anything is fine with me, anything about Saya-kun. I'm curious about everything. The more I learn about you, the closer I feel to you."

Yuchuan Yi took the milk handed to her by You and smiled sweetly at him.

"If that's how you put it, I don't know how to respond. I can't just ask you random questions like I'm taking a census, can I?"

Sawa scratched his head. Perhaps the most difficult choice in the world to understand is either "whatever" or "I'm fine with anything."

"Well, Saya-kun, could you tell me the two questions I just asked? I'm really curious about where you're from and your actual age."

In fact, it's pretty much a done deal that Saku comes from China. Whether it's his habits or his rather strange name, it doesn't seem to make much difference to people from the other side of the sea.

On the other hand, if it's about age, then that falls under Amakawa Tsubasa's area of ​​expertise.

After all, Sōyū doesn't seem like a normal human being at all. In the books she's read, there are plenty of powerful immortals and monsters who, after cultivating to a certain level, can revert to youth and legitimately have a young face to mate with younger women.

While Sawa's personality and emotional intelligence seem no different from those of a passionate student fresh out of school, his excessive enthusiasm for farming and animal husbandry inevitably evokes images of an older generation.

Amakawa Tsubasa didn't care about the age issue at all, nor did she want to know any nonsense about lifespan, but that didn't stop her from wanting to know the truth about Saya.

"If you're asking this, then I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

Sawa scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. He could still trust the words of this girl who no longer wore glasses, but whether she could trust him was another matter entirely.

"After all, if I said I was from another world, could you accept it? As for my age, well, I do look pretty much like my appearance, at most I can only say I look younger."

"If I had to say, I'd probably be around eighteen years and three or four years old? The timeline in this other world is a bit messed up, so I guess that's about my age."

Sawa didn't hide anything, revealing things that were practically secrets to him, and even added a playful remark at the end.

"So if we're really going to talk about it, you should call me Saya-nii (older brother) instead of Saya-kun (younger classmate)."

Chapter 349 We almost won

"Saya-nii? It's not impossible. I've already said it before, Saya-nii, oh no, nii-nii, do you have some special hobby, like, you particularly like little sister characters?" To Saya's surprise, Amakawa Tsubasa showed no shyness at all, and even generously used this form of address. Then, she looked at Saya with a teasing gaze, looking him up and down as if she had finally seen through him.

"No, I was just joking, just kidding..."

Sōyū was surprised that she was actually serious. He hurriedly tried to explain, but what he saw was Amakawa Tsubasa's teasing gaze.

"Qin? Was it just a joke? I thought you'd be happier if I called you 'Saya-nii' (older brother Saya), but it seems you prefer school romance themes, Saya-kun?"

The girl, who had been panting heavily due to the spiciness of the food, tucked a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her ear behind it and smiled, continuing to tease the disoriented girl.

"While the school won't prohibit students from dating freely, even couples shouldn't do things that violate the rules."

For example...

Suddenly, Amakawa Tsubasa grabbed Saya's head, which was not far from her, and pressed her entire face against his.

The sweet breath of the young girl sprayed directly onto Sōyō's face, and along with the fragrance wafted a hint of...

The flavor of hot and sour shredded potatoes.

However, Amakawa Tsubasa seemed completely oblivious to the awkward situation, simply looking directly into Saya's eyes while simultaneously closing the distance between them.

Their foreheads almost collided. Saya, who had always prided himself on his strength, was dismayed to find that although the force coming from Amakawa Tsubasa's slender arm was pitifully weak, he had absolutely no chance of breaking free. If she were to use too much force, her arm would be broken.

This was not what Sawa wanted to see, not to mention that he could completely understand from her eyes that there was no room for refusal.

But if we don't stop her, maybe, possibly, should, probably, almost, it seems like they're about to kiss?

With his mind buzzing, Saya was clearly unable to handle the situation. Like a computer that had crashed, he stood frozen in place, mouth agape, letting...