In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

When she saw the face she had just said goodbye to on the security screen in the entryway, her breath hitched for a moment, and she immediately opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, but I remembered I still have things to do."

Other pianists are unknown, but the mother and daughter from the Touma family spend a lot of money every year to insure their hands.

This is their most important "tool" for making a living.

They had previously stated that they would try their best not to do anything that might harm their hands.

Therefore, cooking is a taboo subject for them in a certain sense, as there is a risk of being burned by high temperatures or cut by knives.

On her way back, Yuan Qianye remembered that the rice she had washed earlier was still sitting on the stove.

It's obviously unlikely that Kazusa would cook it, and it would be a waste to throw it away, no matter how much money she has.

The main reason was that he remembered Kazusa's extremely painful expression when he came today, as well as the doctor's advice.

Forget it, I'll just come back again. It's just a convenient thing to do anyway.

Watching Yuan Qianye turn on the stove to cook porridge, Kazusa stood not far behind him, looking at his back, feeling a strange emotion.

This feeling has surfaced several times tonight, but it's particularly pronounced now.

She couldn't help but ask, "You came back specifically for something like this?"

Yuan Qianye retorted, "If I don't come back, will you be able to cook porridge for yourself?"

"will not."

She was too lazy to even go to the kitchen unless her mother and Aunt Shibata, who was in charge of taking care of her daily needs, were there.

When she's hungry, she'll order takeout; that's always been her routine.

"That's settled then. My coming back this time was definitely worthwhile."

Yuan Qianye opened the refrigerator; it was well-stocked with fruits and vegetables.

"Do you need me to make you some side dishes or something?"

"no need."

She doesn't like to eat side dishes with her porridge; she prefers to add a spoonful of white sugar and stir it in to make it sweet.

This saved Yuan Qianye a lot of trouble.

While waiting for the porridge to cook, he didn't rest. He took the time to unwrap the sequined packaging of the bouquet of flowers on the coffee table.

After taking the scissors and trimming the branches, leaves, and bottom stems, I helped insert them into the vase.

It definitely looks much nicer if Kazusa just casually tossed it into the bowl at first.

As the porridge was being cooked and poured into several bowls, Yuan Qianye received a phone call.

It was Shihua calling, asking when he was coming home.

After giving a brief reply, he hung up the phone.

"Wrap it in plastic wrap in about twenty minutes, then you can put it in the refrigerator. Tomorrow, just microwave it for two minutes."

Yuan Qianye took the heat-resistant gloves over, placed them on the table, and patted them.

"Be careful not to burn your hands when you take it out after heating it up, remember to wear this."

"There's no need to specifically remind me about this. Don't treat me like an idiot!"

Kazusa retorted, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

Although she can't cook, it doesn't mean she lacks basic self-care abilities.

She could clearly feel that her intelligence had been insulted... but why did she also feel a little happy about it?

"You'd better go back soon, your family is urging you to come back."

"Okay, then you can have porridge tomorrow morning, and tonight..."

"Aunt Shibata came back in the evening."

"That's good."

Yuan Qianye had no further worries. He had given all the necessary instructions, and this time he was truly going back.

After he left, Kazusa looked at the millet porridge on the table, picked up a spoon, and took a bite.

It tastes a little sweet.

It's sweet even without added sugar.

Meanwhile, as Yuan Qianye sat in the car on the way back, a system notification suddenly popped up in front of him, visible only to him.

[The affinity level has been met, and Touma Kazusa can now be selected as your binding partner.]

Ok?

This time, they were already tied to themselves without even having a mission?

Yuan Qianye now feels a lot like he used to play the online mode of GTA 5 back in the day.

Imagine you're driving your sports car around Los Angeles, drinking beer and listening to music, when suddenly a cheater appears. Instead of killing you, he starts showering you with cash.

Although the account was later banned, at the time it felt surprisingly delightful.

Yukino Yukinoshita, Eriri Sawamura, Saeko Busujima, Utaha Kasumigaoka...

Touma Kazusa, she is the fifth.

Yuan Qianye glanced at her skills, his body unconsciously leaning back, subconsciously filled with awe.

Name: Touma Kazusa

[Skills: Piano LV7, Guitar LV5, Saxophone LV4, Bass LV4, Drum Set LV3, Violin LV3...]

This……

If she wanted to, wouldn't she be a one-woman band?!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"I thought you weren't planning to come back tonight."

Hearing the door open, Toka, who was still waiting in the living room, got up and came to the entrance. When she saw Yuan Qianye with a bright smile, for some reason, her first words sounded quite resentful.

"I'm so sorry, it's a little later than expected. I should have called you earlier."

Yuan Qianye said sorry, but there was no sign of apology on his face.

Even so, Toka's slight dissatisfaction had lessened considerably.

I went over and helped him take his coat, smoothed it out with my hands, sprayed it with disinfectant alcohol, and hung it neatly on the hanger next to him.

Where's Rikka?

"Don't you even know what time it is? I should have sent you back to your room to sleep a long time ago."

“Oh, I see… Oh, right, this is for you.” Gen Chiya handed the Kapibala doll to Toka.

A few hours ago, Shika and Rikka watched the live broadcast of Minamoto Chiya being interviewed on the street and recognized that the doll was given to him by the host after the interview.

While watching TV, she thought the doll was not fun at all and was ugly!

But now that I have it in my hand, I think it's not so bad. It's still a bit ugly, but it also has a unique charm, a kind of cute and quirky kind of ugly.

Her expression softened, and she asked calmly, "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Give this to Rikka for me, she's really wanted it before."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shihua threw the doll back at him, her tone displeased: "Give it to him yourself."

He then turned and left, not wanting to talk to his sworn brother anymore.

I was originally planning to help him prepare his bathwater.

Now... I'm too lazy to bother with him.

Gen Chiya watched Toka's departing figure, then looked at the doll in his hand.

Today he finally understood that even among sisters, there seems to be a complex psychology of "not worrying about scarcity but worrying about inequality".

I just spent time with a lonely little girl outside and cheered her up, how come this happened when I got back?

The husband, exhausted from a long day at work, was greeted at the entrance by his beautiful and loving wife. However, upon learning that only the children would receive gifts on Christmas Eve, she became sullen and threw a tantrum…

There was not a single sign.

It evokes a sense of déjà vu, like some kind of growing grass.

It appeared suddenly.

Yuan Qianye entered the living room.

Shihua was tidying up the cushions and orange peels on the table.

She is indeed very virtuous, and quite adorable too...

"What are you standing there for? Go take a shower and go to bed."

Shika noticed her sworn brother's scrutinizing gaze, turned around, put her hands on her hips, and displayed the majesty of a sworn sister.

"Mom and Dad haven't come back yet."

"It's been like this for a while now, you know that."

Recently, some symptoms of the flu have started to appear in Japan.

A foreign public figure also passed away as a result.

Genji Sanada vaguely sensed that the flu was indeed as his son had said before, and that it would affect his bar business, which made him even more anxious.

He used to work at 2 or 3 pm, but now he gets up in the morning, eats a quick meal, and leaves around 11 or 12 am.

Not wanting to waste the current favorable situation, he started a daytime coffee and nighttime bar business for his small shop.