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

These words were too direct, and the reserved Saeko didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to want her to answer, and the group started talking about her budding romance on their own.

"Senior, you'll be graduating soon. It's best to get it done before then, otherwise things will get complicated when you go to high school and you're not in the same school."

"I have an idea. Our school has a tradition of holding a dance for graduates. Senior, you could take the initiative to invite Yuan. The two of you dancing together, holding hands and touching bodies, the atmosphere would be amazing..."

"In today's society, it's no longer fashionable for men to take the initiative unilaterally. We women should also take the initiative..."

"Yuan is such an outstanding person. Once we're officially in a relationship, I feel completely at ease. I won't have to worry about being abandoned. I'll probably be pampered and taken care of by him for the rest of my life..."

"..."

Listening to their well-intentioned words, Saeko's heart pounded wildly.

It seems there are actually a few feasible suggestions.

Girls these days need to be more proactive...

She couldn't help but recall the scene she had just witnessed of Yukino walking intimately alongside Chiya.

"Actually, a few days later, I will go to a hot spring inn with Chiya and stay for two days and one night."

After thinking for a moment, Saeko whispered the matter.

Three people go together there must be my teacher.

Sometimes, due to different focuses in knowledge reserves, the relationship between seniors and juniors can actually be reversed.

Upon hearing this, everyone else became quite excited, once again transforming into a weasel in a melon patch.

"Eh!!!"

"He asked you out, senior?!"

"None of that matters. This is definitely a sign that something is about to happen."

Saeko quickly waved her hand to explain, "It's not just the two of us going alone; there will be some other friends with us."

"Oh, I see... But it doesn't really matter! You two can just go out and do things on your own after everyone else is asleep."

"Or you could secretly go see him at night, senior. That's how I won over my boyfriend during our school trip."

"real or fake!"

"That's so bold!"

"Tell me the details..."

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that after the teacher finished his night patrol, late at night, I sneaked into his room. Everyone else was asleep, so I crawled under his blanket and quietly shook him awake to talk to him..."

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"...Eri, you really like this type of game with a childhood friend element, don't you?"

Inside the video game store, Rikka remarked after watching Eriri place the game disc of "Childhood Friend Can't Lose to a Cunning Cat" into her shopping basket after observing for a moment.

"It's not that I like games that include childhood friend elements, it's just that the games I like happen to all have characters with childhood friend attributes."

Eriri spoke in a strong voice, though she wasn't entirely reasonable, her tone was forceful.

"What a coincidence!"

"It's just that coincidental."

"..."

Rikka actually knows the specific reason why Eriri is like this.

It's simply about wanting to unleash certain desires that haven't been fulfilled in real life, and then indulging in them in a game to fully experience the thrill.

I feel like this looks so sad, so pathetic, and so pitiful...

Why do I feel inexplicably sorry for her?

Eriri looked at Rikka strangely: "Why are you suddenly looking at me with such pity... And stop touching my head, it took me so long to comb it before I left the house."

Rikka gave her a thumbs up: "Eriri... well, no matter what, I will always support you."

Eriri stared at Rikka for a moment, then suddenly realized what she was doing and clutched her wallet: "Let me tell you beforehand, I'm going to treat everyone to a hot spring inn, which will be very expensive. I don't have any extra money to lend you right now."

"I don't want your money. I've been making a good income lately, okay?"

Hearing Rikka say this, Eriri breathed a sigh of relief: "Someone has given a tip to the Chiyo account that you manage?"

She knew about Liuhua's situation. Now, the household was mainly controlled by Shihua, so it was unlikely that her allowance would increase. She hadn't gone to work or do any part-time jobs, so this was the only way she could earn income.

Liu Hua grinned and made two "OK" gestures with her hands, extending all six fingers: "Last month's donation income was over 60,000! Just one fan named 'Love Doesn't Speak' donated 40,000. The only small request he made in his private message was to take more photos and videos of Qianye's daily life."

"This is a complete fanatic. Don't be as reckless as before and give away Qianye's personal clothes."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I've already made it clear to him that taking photos and videos is fine, but there won't be any non-compliant content, and they will only be posted on public platforms. He has no objections."

"You just understand."

"But Qianye keeps using this to threaten me into giving him massages. It's so tiring, but I can't refuse. Otherwise, he'll tell my sister to punish me. It makes me so angry. I feel like I'm going to be controlled by him for the rest of my life."

"..."

If you don't want to, then I'll take your place. I'd be happy to be controlled by him for the rest of my life!

You can do anything!

Eriri didn't have the courage to say it out loud, but she had plenty of courage to think about it in her heart.

Moreover, on more than one occasion, when drawing those intense stories, he would immerse the two of them in the specific play scenes.

After finishing the line drawing with a maniacal expression and a chuckling laugh, it was about time for her to go to the bathroom.

The two left the arcade as it grew dark.

They arrived at the tram station together, and then went home separately.

When she got home, she saw her mother wearing an apron, humming a song as she cooked. Eriri greeted her and went to take a bath first.

After she finished her bath, dinner was ready, and her father came home.

When serving rice to her family, Mrs. Sayuri still had a big smile on her face and looked very happy.

Eriri was very curious. Ever since she returned home after staying at the Gen family's house a few days ago, she noticed that her mother's mood had been unusually good lately, as if she had won the lottery.

But for some reason, Dad's mood wasn't very high, and he even seemed a bit listless. His face also looked quite pale. It was probably because he had to work overtime and stay up late during the New Year period. Work is really hard.

Thinking this, Eriri, unusually, picked up half of the grilled fish in front of her and placed it on her father's plate.

"Dad, you've worked hard these past few days. You still need to take care of your health while you're at work."

Mrs. Sayuri's heart skipped a beat when Eriri said the first half of her sentence, but she relaxed again when she heard the second half.

She smiled and cut half of the roast meat from her plate for her husband.

"That's right, there's no need to push yourself so hard, you should take some rest."

"..."

Mr. Sawamura was deeply moved by his daughter's behavior, but he had a lot of complaints about his wife.

They even told me to take some rest. Who was it that wouldn't let me rest before?

Reaching middle age... I truly feel powerless...

Ignoring her husband's resentful, unspoken gaze, Mrs. Sayuri smiled and looked at her daughter.

"Have you booked the hot spring hotel for the trip? Mom can help you make arrangements and give you some ideas for this trip."

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Volume 1: 135: Hot Spring Stay (6000) (51/51)

"It's just a simple trip where everyone goes out to have fun together, and we're only staying out overnight, so Mom, you don't need to worry."

After Eriri finished speaking, she took a small bite of rice.

She still didn't understand her mother's implied meaning, simply assuming that her mother wanted to help her plan her itinerary and recommend some good restaurants near her destination.

Honestly, she's not a primary school student anymore. She can handle these basic and simple things herself. She just earned two million not long ago.

Compared to her peers, this is quite impressive.

Mrs. Sayuri gently closed her eyes and sighed softly.

I feel a little melancholy and worried. If things continue like this, will the tacit understanding between mother and daughter, where they can communicate without needing to say anything too clearly, just a small hint or a glance, ever be achieved in this lifetime?

"Mom isn't worried about that, she just thinks that your invitation to everyone to go out and have fun this time might be an opportunity that we should make good use of."

Mrs. Sayuri doesn't like to speak so plainly, as it goes against her aesthetics of conversation, but there's nothing she can do; her lovely daughter hasn't quite grasped the concept yet, so she has to be direct.

"Make use of it? Make use of what?"

Eriri frowned, took a tissue, and held it to her lips to catch a small fish bone, still quite puzzled.

Mr. Sawamura was feeling conflicted. As a diplomat stationed in Japan for the Great Eagle, he had long dealt with all sorts of shrewd people in the business and political circles, and he certainly understood what advice his wife wanted to give to their beloved daughter.

He knew that not only his beloved daughter but also his wife liked Qianye very much, and he himself also had a considerable fondness for that young man.

Zongzhi, a handsome and dashing young man, raised his cup and rolled his eyes at the blue sky, as elegant as a jade tree standing in the wind—just like himself back then, so outstanding that everyone around him paled in comparison. Otherwise, his wife back then wouldn't have fallen so deeply in love with him, and that love has remained as fierce as a wolf to this day without fading in the slightest.

cough……!

In conclusion, it's too early to think about these things at the junior high level; you should wait until high school to consider them.

Of course, there was also some reluctance involved in being born a father.

So Mr. Sawamura, who felt there was no need to tell Eriri these things at least for now, gently stretched his leg out from under the table and touched his wife's foot.

What I'm trying to say is, since Eriri doesn't understand, there's no need to go through the trouble of explaining it to her; just let things take their course.

Mrs. Sayuri responded by not even glancing at her husband, and skillfully using both feet to roll up his trouser legs, gently rubbing the soles of her feet against his calves.

In that instant, Mr. Sawamura felt as if he had been entangled by a cold, venomous snake. He shivered instantly, pulled his feet back from under the table, and began to eat properly, no longer daring to say another word.

Eriri didn't notice her parents' physical interactions under the table at all, just like when Saeko made ambiguous gestures towards Chiya under the stove while they were playing a game.

Mrs. Lily gently advised her beloved daughter: "You're the host, and you're responsible for arranging the itinerary and accommodations. In this situation... what do you think?"

Having made it so clear, Eriri seemed to understand something as well.