I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

All I can say is that the person who cooked this dish has excellent skills.

Although he was enjoying lunch, Kiyoyori felt somewhat uneasy.

She didn't tell Asuka that she had stayed at Yukinoshita's house the night before.

"It's usually a mess, today is a rare treat," Asuka said casually as she opened her lunchbox.

Kiyoshi simply smiled and said nothing.

Since Kiyoyori was staying at Yukinoshita's house, Yukinoshita made his lunchbox for him that morning. Kiyoyori had offered to make the lunchbox, but Yukinoshita refused, saying that "Tachibana-san's lunchbox looks terrible." Kiyoyori tried to argue, but ultimately he was defeated by Yukinoshita's undeniable skill.

After all, every opportunity to eat here is precious, and such chances are rare.

Tachibana Kiyori, the glutton, said this.

I never expected Asuka to ask me to have lunch with her today.

Kiyoshi hadn't thought of anything at first, but when Asuka kept mentioning last night, she began to vaguely realize something.

One lie requires countless lies to weave together.

Before Asuka could directly ask that question, Kiyoyori had no choice but to bite the bullet and play it safe.

The bento box was still delicious even when it was cold, but it tasted a little bland to Kiyoshi at that moment.

“Yanko was so sad yesterday,” Asuka said, picking up some fried chicken from her lunchbox and putting it into Kiyora’s lunchbox. “She sat obediently by the door waiting when I opened it, but she didn’t expect to be the one who opened the door.”

"Feel sorry……"

Kiyoshi hesitated, poking at the fried chicken pieces with his chopsticks, but couldn't find anything to give to Asuka from his own bowl.

Fortunately, the other party did not insist.

"She let out a pitiful whimper and then walked into the house with her tail drooping," Asuka perfectly imitated the pitiful whimper of the dumpling. "She wasn't very energetic during the meal either, and it took a while of playing with her to cheer her up."

Actually, Asuka stayed at Kiyoyori's house for quite a while last night. Like Yui, she couldn't wait for the person who was supposed to come home. Finally, unable to resist her mother's urging, she went home.

Kiyoshi swallowed the food in his mouth, and the honest words welled up on his lips.

"Speaking of which," Asuka said, seemingly oblivious to the situation, "how is Yukinoshita-san doing? Didn't Kiyori go to visit her yesterday?"

"It's just a common cold, a slight fever. I got to school on time today, so I should be fine, right?" Recalling Yukinoshita's mental state this morning, she had indeed returned to her usual self, even her sharp retorts were as ruthless as ever.

"The vice president of the committee must be working really hard; I heard a little about it from Xun."

"Senior Cheng Hui?"

"Yes, we're classmates."

Asuka explained with a smile, "Kiyori, you should also be careful not to tire yourself out~."

"That's what I should be saying to Asuka, right..."

As Kiyoshi packed up his lunchbox, he muttered to himself, "I wonder who was the one who suddenly fell ill last time."

“It’s not strange to get sick once a year, is it?” Asuka argued righteously, “They say only idiots don’t get sick, but I’m not an idiot, so it’s normal for me to get sick.”

"What? This argument makes no sense at all."

Asuka suddenly poked Kiyora's eye bag with the tip of her chopsticks. "Don't push yourself too hard."

"I'll be worried."

It felt as if something had filled my heart, bringing warmth, yet also a touch of bittersweetness.

"Asuka..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"sorry."

There was a long silence.

"what happened?"

I'm sorry I worried you last night.

Asuka sighed and reached out to pinch Kiyori's cheek.

"Next time you're going to stay out overnight, make sure to tell your family first."

"Um……"

Kiyoshi knew that Asuka wouldn't blame her because she understood her well enough, but that was another matter entirely. Even knowing that Kiyoshi was a sensible person, she still couldn't control her overwhelming worry, even though she knew that the person who let Kiyoshi stay was an extremely upright person.

Asuka grabbed Kiyori by the shoulder and forcefully made him lie down on the stone bench, then placed his head on her lap.

"Are you sleepy? I saw you spacing out while you were eating."

Asuka took off her coat and draped it over Kiyori's skirt, her thoughtfulness leaving no room for complaint.

"Ah."

Surrounded by a familiar scent, Qinglai was overwhelmed by the overwhelming drowsiness that threatened to devour him.

She nuzzled against Asuka's soft belly in a coquettish manner.

Asuka suddenly flashed a mischievous grin.

“Hey, Kiyoyori.”

"Um……?"

"Is Yukinoshita's bed soft?"

"Um..."

"What about Yukinoshita-san?"

"Soft... my ass!"

Suddenly waking up, Kiyoshi, his face flushed, lifted his head from Asuka's lap.

"What are you trying to get me to say?!"

P.S.: Just got home from get off work, my feet are killing me. Sorry, I was too tired yesterday, I didn't even want to turn on my computer when I got home. Although I'm too tired to write today either, I'll post this precious chapter I had saved up first. I'll write more over the weekend. By the way, I'll be hospitalized next Monday, and I'll bring my computer with me. I should be able to post normally before the surgery, but after the surgery, well, I'll have to stop updating. I'll post an announcement to let everyone know when that happens.

Chapter 28, Section 250: It turns out, she can also get distracted.

After school, Kiyoyori was promptly led by Hiratsuka Shizuka to the classroom where the committee was located for a meeting.

This meeting was actually decided on the spot due to an emergency, and its purpose was to determine the slogan for this cultural festival. Just like the Olympic slogan is "Faster, Higher, Stronger!", the cultural festival also needs a slogan that can arouse everyone's interest. However, due to some oversights, the slogan has not yet been finalized. Originally, an emergency meeting was planned to be held yesterday, but unfortunately, Yukinoshita, who is the mainstay of the event, was sick and took leave yesterday, so there was no one to chair the meeting.

If you ask about Sagami?

Who is that?

Is that the person standing in front of the whiteboard, chatting and laughing with her little followers?

Qinglai pursed his lips in disdain.

In her view, Sagami was like a clown who accepted a job that was completely beyond his capabilities, made up a bunch of excuses to shirk responsibility, and couldn't even do a simple mascot job well.

The committee's work was almost entirely taken over by the original student council officers and Yukino. Most of the committee members recruited from various classes took the excuse provided by Sagami to abandon their own work, resulting in a surge in workload for the remaining members. Yukino played a very important role in this assembly line, and as the key bearing, if she fell ill, the entire committee would be in jeopardy.

That's how the committee is now. Despite it being an emergency meeting, there's no sense of urgency. It's as if everything about the cultural festival is irrelevant to them, like audience members sitting on a stage who haven't changed their stance.

The classroom was a chaotic mess, with most people chatting and laughing with their classmates, like walking into a teahouse. No, teahouse might not be the most appropriate word for this scene.

A farmers' market might be more suitable.

Kiyoyori sighed, pressed his finger to the bridge of his nose, and heard a rumbling noise in his ears. If it weren't for his promise to Hiratsuka Shizuka, Kiyoyori might have already burst out the door by now.

Speaking of which, it seems that no one in the entire classroom, except for Hachiman, noticed that there was another person on the committee who shouldn't have been there. Kiyoyori swaggered in through the main entrance with Hiratsuka Shizuka, and no one raised any objections.

If it's under the snow...

Kiyoshi glanced at Yukinoshita, who was staring blankly at the ground, seemingly lost in thought, and a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered Kiyosai's ears, and soft fingertips gently pressed against Kiyosai's ears, and the surrounding noise suddenly became blurred.

"Kiyoshi came too~."

Before Qinglai could even relax from the noisy environment, the sound made his body tremble again.

Escaping from the other person's soft grasp, Kiyoyori breathed a sigh of relief, even though the surroundings had returned to their usual noise. "Good afternoon, Yukinoshita-san."

He said it almost through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you're being too polite!"

Yang naturally sat down next to Kiyori, right between Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kiyori.

She deliberately moved closer to Kiyoyori, appearing very intimate to outsiders. "Kiyoyori really is worried about Yukino? It's reassuring to entrust Yukino to Kiyoyori!"

Because there were other people sitting next to him, Kiyoyori had almost nowhere to escape. Seeing that his arm was about to touch a place he shouldn't have, Kiyoyori moved to the edge of the chair again, while regretting that he had deliberately left a seat empty with Hiratsuka Shizuka.

How could Yang Nai, the culprit who stirred up the trouble, not come?!

Why is this woman so free lately?!

"I was just accepting someone else's commission."

Faced with Yang Nai's relentless pressure, Kiyoyori stubbornly refused to admit anything.

"Eh~" Haruno drawled out the last syllable, looking at Kiyori with interest. Then, sensing something, she glanced at the seats opposite her and quickly spotted Hikigaya and Hayama sitting in the back. She waved to the two of them and then leaned close to Kiyori's ear, "Kiyori, you'd better watch out."

Kiyoyori, caught off guard by the sudden breath, was like a furious little dumpling in the house, just short of swatting at Haruno's irritating smile.

"Be careful not to let someone steal it."

Yang Nai gently tugged at Qing Lai's sleeve, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

"Just like last time."

Kiyoshi immediately straightened his face, forcefully pulled his hand back, his expression so calm it seemed like it could drip water, and his gaze at Haruno seemed to spit fire, but Haruno still maintained her damn smile.

Perhaps it was because of Qinglai's sudden large movement that the noise in the classroom stopped for a moment, and everyone's attention was focused on this spot, resulting in a brief silence, but they quickly returned to their previous state.

Meanwhile, the standoff between Kiyoyori and Yono continued.

Kiyoshi pressed his lips together, his chest heaving violently, his clenched fists trembling slightly, while Yono revealed an imperceptible mocking smile.