Daily life in Zongman

His face was covered by his hands, and Fujiwara Haru was forced to look straight ahead. Facing him were Miss Yukino's eyes. Her beautiful lake blue eyes were clear and transparent, with thin eyelashes and light eyebrows.

This was the first time he looked directly into Miss Yukino's eyes. In the past, when he looked at people, he would glance at their faces and then look down, either at the floor or at other scenery. He rarely looked directly at others when talking.

"Just look at the person when you're talking. Don't worry, I'll practice with you!"

Yukino Shindong discovered Fujiwara Haru's new bad habit - talking without looking at people, and she is trying to correct it.

I was forced to stare into Ms. Yukino's eyes for more than ten seconds, and I found that she looked away, mumbling, "Um... practice slowly! Come practice every day from now on!"

Ah~ It turns out that Miss Yukino is not used to staring at people. Come to think of it, she herself has social anxiety.

Fujiwara Haru rubbed her cold cheeks to try to warm them up. Miss Yukino's hands were a little cold, and her face also became cold after being patted.

But it's quite comfortable.

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The summer sun is always scorching. Thanks to Fujiwara Haru's diligence and hard work, the first semester passed quickly. Nothing major happened, and nothing memorable happened.

Summer vacation is here.

Sunlight streamed into the living room through the balcony, and a soft, slightly delighted voice echoed from the sofa: "I won!"

Fujiwara Haru looked away. This time, the staring contest ended with him losing. He muttered, "I'll win back next time."

"Then we'll talk about it next time~"

Yukino Shindong began to prepare lunch with joy. Recently, she would have a staring contest every morning, and most of the time he would end up losing.

I read and do homework in the morning, and take a short nap after lunch.

Haru Fujiwara lives a very regular and healthy life, going out to explore bright spots in the afternoon, going home to watch cartoons in the evening, washing up and going to bed after dinner.

If only it could stay like this forever.

As he was thinking this, he woke up late at night.

The thick curtains prevented any natural light from entering the bedroom, and nothing could be seen in the pitch-black vision.

At this moment, Fujiwara Haru was stiff all over and sweating profusely. He felt the damp heat under his crotch, and his eyes were dull.

He wet the bed. He was ten years old, already in sixth grade, and he wet the bed!

Fujiwara Haru's mind went blank at this moment, sweat oozing from his back, and extreme tension instantly enveloped him. To be honest, he was extremely panicked at this moment. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do. His mind was blank, and his body was frozen in bed, not daring to move.

A light bulb went off in his head, and he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea!

He can use his body temperature to evaporate all the water!

Fujiwara Haru tried for a moment, and sadly found that the wetness he caused was extremely large, even seeping into the other half. His brain was confused and he came up with another idea: secretly get some toilet paper to clean it up!

Fujiwara Haru acted accordingly. She got out of bed carefully and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

The bedroom door slowly opened, making a creaking sound that was even harsher and longer than usual, and his heart skipped a beat.

A nasal "hmm~" sound came from behind, followed by the sound of a desk lamp being turned on. Fujiwara Haru turned around stiffly and found that Miss Yukino was half sitting up, rubbing her eyes and woke up.

"Ugh...Fujiwara-kun, are you going to the bathroom...remember to turn on the light..."

"Ah?"

"Puchi~ Ah... Um, I'm not laughing! I'm not laughing! It's just, um, how should I put it, I suddenly realized that Fujiwara-kun is really a child!"

Seeing Fujiwara Haru about to cry, Yukino Shindong quickly got out of bed and hugged him in her arms.

"Don't worry~ Don't worry~ This kind of thing is very common! I'm sorry I couldn't help laughing just now, but I really wasn't making fun of you. I just suddenly realized that Fujiwara-kun, who has always been like a little adult, also has such a... uh~ such a cute side!"

Xue No Shendong's voice contained an unconcealable smile. She said in a light tone, indicating that bed-wetting was not a big deal: "Don't worry too much, it's just a small thing."

"By the way, it must be uncomfortable to be wet. Fujiwara-kun, go take a shower and change your clothes. I'll go change the bed. It's nothing, don't take it to heart."

Feeling Miss Yukino's constant pats on his back and her constant words of comfort, Fujiwara Haru's stiff body gradually relaxed. He whispered a thank you: "Thank you..."

The head was stroked gently: "Well, go wash up quickly, I'll change the sheets."

When Fujiwara Haru came back after changing into pajamas, the mattress, quilt and duvet cover had all been replaced, and Yukino Shindong was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through a book.

She saw Fujiwara Haru coming back, put the books into the drawer, and motioned for her to sit on the bed next to her.

"Help me wash the quilt tomorrow, okay?"

Fujiwara Haru, who was originally a little uneasy, instantly relaxed a lot and responded seriously: "Okay."

"I discovered your little secret: you still wet the bed when you were ten years old. In exchange, I'll tell you a little secret of mine."

Fujiwara Haru had already returned to the bed. Miss Yukino came over and whispered in her ear: "I actually wet the bed when I was a freshman."

He looked over in a daze and found that Miss Yukino had turned around and was turning off the desk lamp. Under the orange light, Fujiwara Haru suddenly realized that Miss Yukino's earlobe, as crystal clear as ice and snow, was now as red as a drop of blood.

The desk lamp was turned off. Fujiwara Haru was not sure if it was just his illusion, but after learning Miss Yukino's little secret, he did feel more relaxed.

Lying in the bed, my hand was held by a slightly cool big hand, and a soft voice came from beside me: "Good night."

"Good night."

Closing her eyes and falling asleep, Fujiwara Haru felt completely relaxed.

In the drawer of the bedside table, a book lay quietly, and on its thick spine was the title of the book: "Ways to Communicate with Children".

Snow Girl is serious about raising children.

——End of Chapter————

Note ① - Lisp: Nishimiya Shoko is hearing impaired. She can hear most things clearly with hearing aids, but her lack of practice makes her speech unclear, and her intonation differs from that of a normal person. Japanese pronunciation differs from Chinese, but since this is written in Chinese, I use Chinese homophones to describe this.

26-27. It’s not that the whole class is isolated, but that they disdain to fit in.

The wind chimes made crisp tinkling sounds, and the tabs under the chimes swayed and moved, bringing a touch of coolness to the still hot late summer. The second semester after the summer vacation began.

Monday is Yukino Shindong's favorite day. On this day, most people go to work, there are few pedestrians on the streets, and there is no need to worry about crowds in the supermarket. You can easily go out to stock up on supplies.

She likes to buy enough ingredients for a week at one time, then stay at home to read books, watch food videos, research new food recipes, and spend the week quietly.

After locking the door and going to the bus station to wait for the bus, the sky suddenly became gloomy. Summer thunderstorms are always so sudden and unexpected.

Yukino brought an umbrella with her in the middle of winter. When she opened it, she found that several elderly people waiting for the bus at the station did not bring umbrellas. They would probably get very wet from the thunderstorm.

Wow~

The rain was as heavy as beans, hitting the umbrella with a bang, and the car pulled into the station.

Xue Noi stood at the intersection of the bus station and the bus station, holding an umbrella in the depths of winter. The elderly people thanked her and walked onto the bus from under her umbrella. After everyone was on board, she gently swung her umbrella over the outside of the bus and stepped onto the bus.

When they arrived at the supermarket, the thunderstorm had passed. After leaving the umbrella in the check-out area, Xue No Shen Dong pushed the shopping cart and began to enjoy her shopping time. She really liked the feeling of slowly selecting goods.

The bottom of the shopping cart was filled with chunks of meat: spare ribs, beef, and plenty of lean pork. Next came the vegetables: fresh cucumbers, eggplant, cauliflower, and more. Yukino Shendong bought all the seasonal veggies. She also bought a dozen eggs, three bottles of pasteurized milk, a bag of fresh shrimp, and some seasonal fruit. Then, she bought some snacks she liked.

Finally, she chose an old hen and added some medicinal herbs such as water chestnut, poria cocos, and yam. Xue Naishendong asked the driver to help deliver the several bags of food she bought to the downstairs of her home.

After checking around and seeing that there was no one around, the Snow Girl activated her ability. She filled the bag with a large amount of snowflakes, then controlled the snowflakes to dance, and easily brought all the purchased ingredients back home.

I turned on the TV and started playing the recorded program "Totsuki Shokudo". The guest of this episode was Mr. Arata with pink hair. It was said that he came from the Arata family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and was an expert in medicinal cuisine.

"Today I'm making 'Yam Nourishing Chicken Soup'. It's good for strengthening the spleen and stomach, and aids digestion. It's perfect for growing children, providing nutrition and promoting growth. I recommend making it once a week."

"The first step is to blanch the chicken..."

Although she had already watched it once yesterday, Xue No Shendong still watched it again very carefully. After confirming the proportions of ingredients and medicinal materials, she began to stew according to the steps.

The program was playing on TV in a loop. She simmered the chicken soup over low heat and then started to prepare other ingredients. Every Monday afternoon, she would spend a lot of time preparing dinner. As the beginning of a new week, it not only provided Fujiwara Haru with nutritional supplements, but also hoped that he would gradually look forward to Mondays and develop an attitude of facing the new life in a full state every week.

The sunlight outside the window gradually dimmed.

"I'm back!~"

She looked back and saw Fujiwara Haru changing his shoes in the entrance hall. After a while, he walked in, put his schoolbag next to the sofa, and came to the kitchen area: "Ah, it smells good."

The simple and unadorned compliment still made Xue No Shen Dong feel happy. She responded with a smile: "Wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

"Ms. Yukino is so high!"

Looking at Fujiwara Haru who is much more lively than before and his face which is gradually becoming fuller and rounder, Yukino Shindong feels very satisfied and has a kind of joy of nurturing.

"I'm starting~" ×2

After Fujiwara Haru had been indoctrinated into chewing slowly, he was often the last to finish his meal. After Yukino finished one, she watched him finish two large bowls of rice and clear several plates of food. There was some chicken and shrimp left, which she put in the refrigerator. She'd batter them and deep-fry them tomorrow for breakfast.

After dinner, when she washed the dishes and walked towards the sofa, she saw Fujiwara Haru doing homework and sat down next to him with some anticipation.

He pulled out a gift from under the table: "Jiangjiang! This is for Miss Yukino!"

Yukino Shindong looked at the gift box in front of her and happily opened it, finding a lily and a small bag of rice cakes inside. After sniffing the lily and enjoying the light floral scent, she opened the rice cake bag and began to enjoy it with anticipation.

The rice cake is soft, sweet, refreshing and non-sticky, and is the highest quality rice cake.

"It's delicious~ Fujiwara-kun, where did you buy this?!"

"The rice cake shop in the Rabbit Mountain Shopping Street. Oh, there are two rice cake shops there. I bought this at the one called 'Tamaya'. I see there's always a line out front of their shop. I bought some yesterday and they were really good. I'm thinking of bringing some for Ms. Yukino to try."

Yukino finished eating a piece of rice cake and took another one from the bag. A happy expression appeared on her face: "It's delicious~ Thank you Fujiwara-kun~"

She had just finished dinner and was looking forward to it. Every Monday, Fujiwara Haru would bring home a small gift. Now, not only him, but Yukino Shinfuyu was also looking forward to Monday!

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In late autumn and early winter, the town began to get colder and the air became much drier.

Yuzuru Nishimiya and his sister Shoko were walking on the way to school together. Both of them were wearing autumn clothes and walking slowly along the street.

Yuzuru's hair has grown to her ears and is now in a mushroom style. She once cut her own hair when her mother forced her sister, Nozomi, to cut her hair short. She told her mother that she would protect her sister like a man and asked her not to force her sister to cut her hair short like a boy.

But now she doesn't need to. Her sister is safe at school. Bullying has been banned. He didn't specifically protect his sister, but he did protect her, and Yuzuru is very grateful to him.

At the fork in the road between the two schools, Nishimiya Yuzuru waved goodbye: "Goodbye, sister."

Sister Glass responded loudly: "See you in the evening."

Yuzuru turned and walked away: "Ah... Come on, come on, I hope you succeed today, sister."

Glass nodded seriously: "Imada Yide can do it!"

Looking back at her energetic sister, Yuzuru sighed, shook her head and left. She had already guessed what would happen tonight.

In the evening, my sister Glass returned home and fell on the bed with a depressed look on her face.

Yuzuru slid his chair over to his sister's bedside and looked at her: "Failed again?"

The glass cricket pupa rested on the pillow and nodded.

"What's the reason today?"

Nozomi, who was buried in her pillow, didn't answer her. Yuzuru guessed and asked, "When you wanted to chat, someone else got there first?"

The glass cricket pupa rested on the pillow and nodded.

Yuzuru moved his chair back. He was used to it. It was always for one of the following reasons: someone else got there first, he was busy when he tried to get over, or he was stopped and couldn't go. In short, it was all due to hesitation.

She couldn't understand why her sister Glass was so hesitant. Her sister was obviously very bold when she tried to make friends with others before. She would just take the written notebook with her. But when she didn't have the written notebook with her, she would use sign language to tell others that she wanted to make friends.

Although he never succeeded, Yuzuru felt that if it was Fujiwara Haru, his sister would definitely succeed as long as she walked over and spoke.

It is obviously a very simple thing, but it has been more than half a year, from late spring to late autumn, and my sister still hasn't been able to take the first step: to walk over.

No matter how patient Yuzuru was, he couldn't help but feel tired after giving routine encouragement hundreds of times.

The next day, at the fork in the road at school, she said as usual: "Come on...Come on...I hope you succeed today, sister."

Glass nodded seriously: "Imada can definitely do it!"

As expected, the sister returned home in failure in the evening, and Yuzuru read to her with an expressionless face to comfort her.

Time passes day by day, the New Year is coming, and the second semester is about to end.

Yuzuru Nishimiya and his sister Shoko were walking on the way to school together. Both of them were wearing winter clothes and scarves, walking slowly along the street.

Yuzuru's hair has grown a little longer. She went to get her bangs cut a few days ago. She asked the store manager when her hair would grow from her ears to her shoulders. She didn't like the mushroom head and wanted a bob hairstyle. The store manager said it would take two or three years.

She miscalculated. If she had known that her sister would meet Fujiwara Haru when she changed schools, she would not have cut her hair.

At the fork in the road between the two schools, she looked at her sister. This time, she didn't encourage her, but said calmly, "I'm telling you, sister, if you keep going like this, you won't be able to be friends with him by the time you graduate from elementary school."

"When we go to junior high school next year, there's a high probability that we won't be in the same school. Even if we're lucky enough to be in the same school, we'll be in different classes. That means there won't be another chance, right?"

"Is this really okay? There's not much time left. Sister, are you going to keep hesitating?"