Don't force me to use my right fist.

"No, why would I look at those things for no reason? But if you want to know anything about this, I can help you look it up; it shouldn't cost much."

Hearing Saya's tone, Amakawa Tsubasa knew he must have some information he wanted to ask her, and she was actually quite happy. The more he acted this way, the more she felt she could help Saya. Compared to being just a pretty face who could only hold Saya back, she definitely wanted to do something for him.

"Then I'll have to trouble you. If you have time, could you please take a look and see if there's any information about demons like flies and maggots, or about the keyword [guide food]?"

Zuo You didn't stand on ceremony with her. Everyone has their own expertise, and it would be unreasonable not to rely on her help.

Since we're good friends, helping each other out can actually strengthen our friendship.

At least that's what Saya thought. While Amakawa Tsubasa's opinion differed slightly, she also accepted his view. More than friendship, Amakawa Tsubasa probably wanted to foster some other kind of relationship.

"I understand. Since this is your request, Saya-kun, I will definitely fulfill it. I will go to the library to find relevant information for you later."

Amakawa Tsubasa waved her little hand and smiled.

"However, I don't have any other requests. Just remember what you promised me at noon, and don't run away again."

Looking down at the two bento boxes that had been prepared beforehand on the desk, Yuchuan Yi's smile softened even more.

As long as she could protect this little bit of happiness, she already felt incredibly happy.

"Of course I remember. Have you ever seen me go back on my word?" How is Faith Farm doing?

To be honest, it had been a long time since he had eaten a bento box made by Amakawa Tsubasa. It felt so different to have someone make lunch for him, especially when it was made by a beautiful girl.

Saya's Saya is a bit too much to bear; the emotions it conveys are too heavy, and it's a bit overwhelming.

After saying goodbye to Amakawa Tsubasa, who was packing up to explain to the teacher about his absence that morning, Saya sat back down under Kaguya's indescribable gaze.

This guy disappears for hours at a time, only to come back with a girl, and then immediately goes to find another girl. This makes it very difficult for Kaguya to stay calm.

Normally, she would have given Saya a cold shoulder, but now that she was determined to change for him, she could only suppress her awkwardness and even force a smile at him.

"What's wrong with your expression and eyes? Why do you look worse than me?" I thought my face was already pretty bad after eating Saya's cookies, so why does Kaguya's expression look even more conflicted? Did she eat something even worse than me? Saya probably didn't have any left.

"No, nothing. What were you doing just now? Are you alright?"

Suppressing the urge to complain, Kaguya rubbed her face to restore a semblance of normalcy before continuing to express her concern for Saya.

"Nothing could happen to me. As long as it's not a particularly serious accident like last time, you don't need to worry too much about me."

Saya sat comfortably in his chair, leaning back against the wall by the window, stretching as he looked at Kaguya.

"On the contrary, you should be more careful, especially when I'm not around. Don't go to dangerous places or act on your own. If anything happens, just tell me so I can protect you in time."

He was giving these instructions to the girl who was being targeted by the Church of Truth, and he was only doing so for her own good. Compared to his safety, Kaguya herself was the one who needed to be careful.

"Then why aren't you here? Wouldn't it have been enough for you to stay with me?"

After hearing Saya's concern, Kaguya finally felt better. She poked Saya's arm with her finger and looked at him expectantly.

Just as she said, since he himself was worried about her safety when he wasn't around, then staying by her side forever would solve the problem once and for all.

Chapter 547 What can you do?

You couldn't think of a reason to refute her logic for a moment.

In a sense, what Kaguya said wasn't wrong; it was just that he himself couldn't accept it.

"My dear lady, please don't joke with me. No one stays together forever. We're not conjoined twins."

Saya silently muttered a comment, deciding to just take it as Kaguya's usual rambling.

Instead of thinking about that, why don't you give me some advice first? Do you think our restaurant should be decorated in a Western-style horror theme, or a more Japanese horror theme?

Slightly sat up, then leaned back on his seat and beckoned to Kaguya, wanting to ask for her opinion, as this young lady was quite knowledgeable about such matters.

Seeing that he had brushed the matter off again, Kaguya could only sigh silently and then reluctantly began to think about the problem with him.

Even though the class bell had rung and the teacher had come to the front of the class, Kaguya still sat back down on Saya's desk, showing no intention of listening to the lesson.

"If you want to make Chinese-style cuisine, then Japanese horror style is definitely more suitable. Western style is sometimes not even scary, it's just a simple shock, or the kind with flying blood and flesh, which is a bit out of place with the style of the restaurant."

Following Saya's example, Kaguya half-lay on the table, and finding herself almost face-to-face with him, she inexplicably felt a sense of happiness.

"Japanese horror, well, that requires some special elements, maybe even a trip to hell."

As Saku listened to Kaguya's suggestion, he didn't notice the sweet, fragrant breath coming from the girl right in front of him. He just sniffed habitually and continued to think.

Whether it's the skulls, zombie heads, or even the most basic jack-o'-lanterns in his bag, they all lean towards a Western horror style. Japanese style, on the other hand, focuses on sending chills down your spine, rather than simply smearing something in your face. To be honest, it's all about creating an atmosphere. Zuoyou did have a rough idea of ​​the effect in mind: first, to change the walls and the entire space to opaque obsidian, and then to lay a layer of ice under the floor, creating a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

As for creating other atmospheres, those require more careful design.

On a whim, Sōyū whispered a question to the stunningly beautiful girl before him, even imagining Kaguya in a white robe fluttering in the air.

Even Nie Xiaoqian from "A Chinese Ghost Story" probably wouldn't be enough to describe this guy.

However, before Kaguya could frown and refute him, Saya dismissed the idea to himself.

After thinking it over, even if Kaguya died and became a female ghost with blood streaming from her eyes, at most she would still be the heroine of an R18G doujinshi. Saya twitched the corner of his mouth. He had to admit, when you're good-looking, you really can look good no matter what you're dressed up as.

Are you praising me or insulting me?

Kaguya rolled her eyes at Saya, and for a moment, the girl's charm became even more intense.

"However, I like it, so please say a few more words."

Without making a sound, Kaguya moved a little closer to Saya, feeling the warmth emanating from his arm as she smiled and spoke to him.

Given the distance between her and Saya, she only needs to lean her head forward slightly to kiss Saya's face.

"Hmph, you think you can just say 'continue' and I'll just lose face? But seriously, you at least have to contribute something, right? I've already hired someone to fill the role of the 'vase,' you can't just be a rich man's silly daughter; you have to put in some effort along with the money, don't you?"

Saya really enjoys the simple banter with Kaguya, just like a real high school student. He notices that she's becoming more and more like a young girl, which is more in line with her age, and he can't help but feel that she's much more comfortable to be around than before.

That stubborn, spoiled young lady from before was indeed a bit difficult to get along with.

"So what are you planning to do? You know my skills are nowhere near as good as your class president's." When it came to Amakawa Tsubasa, Kaguya's voice became somewhat sarcastic again. Her attitude towards Saya could change somewhat, but only for him.

That girl with glasses definitely can't be included in this calculation; she's, in a sense, my enemy.

Still a formidable enemy. wihl

"You know what, I really haven't thought it through. If I asked you to be a waitress, you'd be too busy being served to be there, and that would be cute, but you'd definitely kill me. I'm even worried about you choking on the fumes in the kitchen, let alone washing dishes. With your delicate skin, you've probably never done that before." Kaguya's words really stumped Saya. After thinking it over, it seemed there really wasn't a place in the entire restaurant that could accommodate her.

Even the mascot character has two strong rivals: Aqua and her own adopted younger sister, Samo. This pretty girl is completely wasted.

But Saya was a little reluctant to let her go with Tomie to be a decorative vase to attract customers.

It may look nice, but you don't necessarily have to show it off, right? It's more pleasing to the eye to look at yourself.

Looking at Kaguya's flawlessly beautiful face from every angle, Saya couldn't understand how she could be so attractive. Kaguya's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased with Saya's words. How could he describe such a near-perfect girl as utterly worthless?

Is she really that useless?

"Then what should we do? Why don't you tell me what you can do for me besides paying me? It's a particularly pleasant feeling."

Chapter 548 You look like you're sick?

"I,...

Kaguya froze on the spot. She really couldn't answer Saya's question. It seemed that if it was really as he said, she really wouldn't be able to play any role at all.

So much so that even she, who was usually eloquent and never beat around the bush, could only blush her pretty face as red as a boiled crab after struggling for a long time.

If it were anyone else, she would have already thrown a tantrum in anger and embarrassment, but unfortunately, she was facing Sōyū, who was clearly the least likely to fall for that kind of thing.

Kaguya, who had been struggling to find an answer for ages and was almost in tears, suddenly saw Saku laugh as if he had seen something particularly amusing.

"If I said I was just joking with you, would you hit me for that?"

Suppressing a laugh, Sōyū looked at this icy beauty who always had a domineering expression and seemed to think everyone owed her millions, and found it really hard to equate her with the girl who had waited to die in the helicopter with a sour face when they first met.

Kaguya, seeing his somewhat irritating smile, finally couldn't resist and slammed her little fist into his face.

Let's just kill this guy, then she won't have to suffer this injustice anymore.

"Alright, you've hit me, I've made my joke, let's just let this go. It's not so bad for you to be the silly daughter of a landlord, at least you can be in charge of the kitchen. Hmm, how about being a taste tester? With your picky palate, you'd definitely be suited for that."

Sōyū gave a slightly sly smile. He felt that Kaguya's little fist wasn't strong enough to massage him, but there's a limit to joking. He had actually already thought of a suitable position for Kaguya.

"Hmph, do you know that the way you treat the eldest daughter of the Hanesaki family, I could sink you into Tokyo Bay with just one phone call?"

Kaguya lifted her chin, clearly still angry about Saya joking about her.

Why is this guy so annoying? Can't he be a little gentler with himself?

"Okay, okay, I believe you, but at least let me continue protecting you from those guys in the True Word Church first, okay? Right now, I can only let you suffer for the time being."

Saya realized that Kaguya's seemingly complaining tone was not actually serious, so he continued to joke and tease her as if she were a child.

"Yes, I have been wronged. There's never a moment when I don't feel wronged when I'm with you."

Saku really hit Kaguya's nail on the head. She had never felt so stifled since she got together with him. Before, at worst, she would just die. But now, the psychological torment was more painful than the physical one.

But having said that, Kaguya couldn't help but glance at Saku's still smiling face—and for some reason, her tone, which had just begun to rise, softened again.

She was a little scared. If Zuoyou followed up with something like, "Then we won't be together anymore," she wouldn't know how to handle the situation.

She felt wronged, but even so, she didn't want to leave Saya's side.

This conflicted feeling is the real source of her distress.

Fortunately, Saya still treated it as a playful argument and didn't take her words to heart.

"I already said it was just a joke. It's my honor that the young lady of the Yuzaki family would do me the honor of helping me, so could you please condescend to do me this favor?"

Grinning at Kaguya, Saku found her slightly annoyed expression incredibly amusing.

"Okay, then I'll agree. Don't make jokes like that again, or I'll really get angry, I'm telling you." Seeing that he had given her a way out, Kaguya, who was already somewhat regretting what she had said, quickly softened her stance. After muttering a complaint to Saya, she agreed.

Sawa, having had a rare moment of witty banter, felt a surge of joy and straightened up from his slumped position, pretending to listen attentively as he looked at the teacher on the podium.

Seeing him like this, Kaguya gave up the idea of ​​lying on his desk again. She turned around, propped her chin up with one hand, and began to carefully recall the argument she had just had with Saya. Although she still felt like she had been bullied, a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

If someone who knows Kaguya saw this, their jaw would probably drop. Is this still the same icy, aloof young lady from the Hanezaki family? She looks like a lovesick teenager!

Unfortunately, Sawa was sitting behind Kaguya and didn't see this rare scene, otherwise he might have made some comments.

Class time always seemed to drag on endlessly, and since Sawa had no intention of listening to anything to begin with, it felt even more like torture.