Daily life in Zongman

Nodding, he replied softly: "Yeah, sure."

Then he joined the team and followed the young man.

It was like a random NPC on the side of the road, a casual invitation from the brave team passing by. The NPC had no mission requirements or gold requirements, just an invitation and they were accepted into the team.

She also wondered if she was being too easygoing.

But when she looked at the young man, she felt that as long as it was his request, she would agree to anything.

The NPC girl, Kato Megumi, looked at the boy who was about to leave the rooftop and murmured, as if talking to herself: "I'm not as smart as Futaba-san, so I can't really help you. I've always been clear about this."

Fujiwara Haru stopped and looked at her.

Kato Megumi stared and took a deep breath: "But I thought, maybe there is something I can do. Even if it takes a lot of time to learn, I want to be able to help a little, and I also want to give it a try."

"Even if that result is impossible, even if that future is impossible, I still want to try my best."

"Fujiwara-kun."

"Ah."

I didn't quite understand what Kato Megumi said just now, but I still responded to the girl seriously.

"You can assign me to do anything you want."

Looking at Kato Megumi who was smiling again, he nodded, thought for a while, and suggested: "Then, can you help me cook something delicious for me?"

Kato Megumi walked quickly to his side, a smile on her lips again: "Fujiwara-kun really likes eating~"

"After all, eating delicious food is happiness."

"No problem~ Leave it to me~"

The stars in the sky twinkled, watching the night conversation below. The wind listened to their words and passed the news to the moon.

Gray-haired Futaba was in the room, lying on the double bed, turning over and sleeping peacefully.

After the pleasant night talk ended, the two prepared to leave the rooftop. When Fujiwara Haru pushed open the iron gate and was about to go down, he found another girl standing by the door - Senior Kasumigaoka Utaha.

She looked at the two of them, then looked at the girl walking behind Fujiwara Haru. There was no jealousy in her words, only peace.

"Well, now it's round two. Kato-chan, please leave first. The following scene is not suitable for children."

Kato Megumi looked at her senior and said calmly, "Senior, it's rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

"I wasn't eavesdropping, it's just that someone sneaked away and left me waiting in line at the back."

Kato Megumi blinked and spoke more calmly: "Well, goodbye, Kasumigaoka-senpai."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Kato Megumi walking down the stairs, and then looked at Fujiwara Haru again. She walked past and went to the rooftop.

Fujiwara Haru vaguely realized that he seemed to be trapped in a Shura field. But it was a little strange. Putting aside the fact that the senior sister was not a love-brained person, it was impossible for her to like him without going through much. As for Kato Megumi, it didn't seem like she liked him either. The two of them were very calm when chatting, and they were quite happy.

Was it a wrong feeling? But generally speaking, his sixth sense would not be wrong... Let's see, Fujiwara Haru had some impression that both of them might like him.

Looking at Senior Sister Shiyu on the rooftop, he returned to the rooftop.

Looking up, I saw that it was already very late, so I spoke more directly: "Is there anything I can do for you, Senior Shiyu? I want to go back and rest."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned around and looked quietly for a while, then took off her coat from her waist, moved closer to her side and handed it over.

Her words were very gentle: "I just wanted to return my coat, but I found that someone had already got there, so I kept waiting there."

I noticed that the senior sister was still wearing loose and simple home clothes, but she had changed into a pair of simple cotton slippers on her feet, and the original wrapped cloth should have been thrown away.

Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed the eyes staring at her feet, so she took her feet out of her slippers. Her five pink and white toes stretched out in the air, and then moved up and down happily as if playing the piano.

"I want to say thank you to Qingjun. Thanks to your clothes, I didn't have to come here barefoot. But after I found my shoes, I threw away the scraps of cloth. If Qingjun wants the cloth that was wrapped around my feet, you can wait for me to go back and give you a pair of stockings I used~"

After showing her toes, Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed that she was being stared at, so she blushed slightly and hid her feet back into her slippers.

A pair of stockings worn by a senior student. After thinking for a while, she confessed her desire: "I am a little moved."

"Hey~ Junior brother, you have this kind of fetish~"

With a teasing tone, Kasumigaoka Utaha tried to tease the boy in front of her.

"How should I put it? If it were someone else, the feeling would be very ordinary, but when I think of the stockings worn by Senior Shiyu, it feels great. I have the urge to touch them and smell them."

Thanks to the psychological preparation she had made in the stairwell, Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath to solidify her defenses, and then continued: "You can come to me to get them when you go back~ Whenever Haru-kun wants them, you can ask me for the pair I was wearing at that time~ I will~ take them off~ and give them to you~"

"Ohhh~ I'm already looking forward to going home!"

A smile appeared on Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips. It was obvious that she won in terms of making people look forward to it.

But there was nothing else to talk about now, and she didn't want to waste any more time and upset her junior, so she prepared to go downstairs together.

The wind grew stronger late at night. On the rooftop where there was no shelter, the wind swept through the home clothes, carrying the corners of the clothes and making rustling sounds.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't hold down the hem of her clothes. She just waited for the wind to die down and asked gently, "Did you see it?"

He knew exactly what she was asking and nodded: "I see."

"Hmm~ How does it feel~"

"It looks great. I didn't expect Senior Shiyu to be a pure white person. I thought it would be black."

"There are black ones too, and some purple ones too. If you want to see pink, you can go buy some, Senior. Maybe you'll see some next time that lucky pervert Haru-kun."

"Praise Senior Shiyu, I feel like my mood has improved a lot."

"So, lucky pervert junior, can I keep you for a few more minutes?"

"Please tell me, Senior Shiyu, I will do my best as long as I can do it!"

"Love Metronome Volume 5 has never been released. Did you know that?"

"I know. Didn't you say that Kasumi Shiko-sensei, also known as Shiyu-senpai, is busy with the anime adaptation of Love Metronome and doesn't have time to write the fifth volume for the time being?"

"That's just the official statement from Busukawa. In reality, I had no idea what to do with the final volume, and it's been stuck for a long time."

"It sounds like there has been some progress recently."

"That's right, but I still had some troubles when writing it. The depiction of the scenes and the description of the heroine's psychology always seem a bit distorted."

"I understand. You need my help, right?"

"Smart junior, I don't hate you~"

"So what should I do?"

I guess it should be a simulated date, right? I'm already familiar with this. It's a small problem, but I still want to ask to confirm.

Senior Shiyu leaned in front of me, her hands hooked up and wrapped around the back of my neck. Looking down, I could see the soft spot, and I also noticed that her fair face was beginning to turn red.

"Hey~ I want to recreate the scenes and plots in the book, can Qingjun help me?"

Simulating and recreating the plot, that's easy. He nodded and said, "Okay, then what should I do next?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the person in front of her, her gentle words now tinged with a hint of charm: "After a misunderstanding, the hero and heroine reaffirmed their feelings for each other and embraced each other."

According to Senior Shiyu's description of the plot, he placed his hands on her waist.

The moment I touched her waist, I heard her soft moan: "Hmm?~"

When I subconsciously let go, I heard her words again: "Just like that, hold me~"

Okay, I hugged Senior Shiyu again.

I could feel that the senior sister in my arms was very satisfied, but I didn’t know if she knew it herself, as her face was already flushed.

Senior Shiyu's words became more and more seductive: "They hugged each other, feeling each other's breath."

After saying this, Shiyu-senpai stood on tiptoe, buried her face in the side of her neck, took a deep breath, and then exhaled into her ear: "Ha~"

I could feel her breath filled with heat and moisture, and then her words rang in my ears.

"On the rooftop, the wind blew past them, taking away the warmth from their backs and making them hug each other even tighter."

Following Senior Shiyu's description of the plot, I hugged her tighter.

"Guh?~"

Loosen it slightly.

"It's okay~ That was great, wasn't it~"

Okay, I hugged her a little tighter, and I could hear Senior Sister Shiyu gasping for breath in my arms, and then she continued to talk about the plot scenes in her book.

"Having just resolved their misunderstanding, the two were both in a relaxed mood, their feelings having become even stronger due to the setback. Therefore, in this positive atmosphere, the hero and heroine embraced each other and began to caress each other."

I could feel the bare hands around my neck moving towards my back. It seemed that the subsequent plot development in Senior Sister Shiyu's novel was not going well.

"Senior Shiyu, Love Metronome is for all ages, right? Will this plot pass muster?"

I asked the question and began to wonder if this scene was really from the fifth volume of Love Metronome?

"Yes, it's okay. You can just put some effort into the description of the plot later. For example, you could write about the scene going black, and a few gasps and a scream coming from the rooftop at night. Or you could write about another scene, like two sparrows in a tree in the early morning, chirping."

"It sounds bad, too."

"Okay, forget about it, let's get on with it!"

The expression of senior sister Shiyu in his arms gradually became a little excited, no longer blushing, but full of flush.

She said seductively: "When caressing each other, the heroine first strokes the hero's waist and then moves downwards. At this time, the hero will also hold the heroine's hands and move upwards to the back."

"His hot fingertips were full of tenderness as they brushed across her back. The two of them embraced each other, caressed each other, and then shared their innermost feelings."

"I love you, Shiyu."

He cooperated and lowered his head to whisper in Senior Shiyu's ear.

Then she was quickly pushed away. Kasumigaoka Utaha squatted on the ground like a frightened little rabbit, covering her face with her hands: "Wait wait wait wait! A sudden confession or something! Isn't that too fast!"

Although he said this to match Senior Shiyu's plot, looking at the girl's intense reaction, he also confirmed one thing in his heart.

Senior Kasumigaoka Utaha, it seems like she really has a good impression of me.

He squatted down and looked at Senior Shiyu, whose face was red and eyes were rolling around, and decided to talk to her about this matter later. Not only her, he himself was also a little unsure how to deal with it.

After all... can it really be considered love if possessiveness outweighs liking?

Looking up at the late night sky, Fujiwara Haru, who was emotionally entangled for the second time, decided to take this extremely shy senior back to the dormitory first.

After all, the wind was really strong on the rooftop late at night, and Senior Sister Shiyu, who was wearing simple clothes, would easily catch a cold.

But before that, let me explain: "I just said that to match the development of Shiyu-senpai's plot, it wasn't a confession."

This matter needs to be made clear. Confessions must be made carefully and seriously, and must never be made amidst misunderstandings.

Senior Shiyu was obviously stunned for a moment, then she raised her head with a gloomy look in her eyes: "Ahaha... yes, that's it..."

He held Senior Shiyu, who was squatting on the ground, in his arms like a princess. Looking at her dazed look, he said seriously, "Can you give me a little more time?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't quite understand what the boy in front of her was saying, but being held in his arms, she had lost most of her ability to think. She buried her face in his arms and said in a shy voice: "Well...that...Okay..."

Holding senior sister Shiyu, I successfully left the rooftop and came to Room 601 to leave her there to rest.

The moment I opened the door, I found that this was the room the girl at the front table had chosen.

She had just finished a shower, her hair loose as she dried it with a towel. Hearing the door open, she turned around and noticed Senior Shiyu in her arms. With a calm expression, she folded the quilt on the bed beside her and said, "This is fine."

"Thank you."

After thanking her, he put Senior Shiyu on the bed and said goodbye to the two of them.

"Good night."

The girl at the front table: "Good night, Fujiwara-kun."

Lying on the bed, Kasumigaoka Utaha closed her eyes and did not respond.

I left Room 601, returned to my room 602, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

And in the next room, Room 603, Futaba Rio turned over, her long gray hair scattered on the bed like light ink splashes.

She seemed to have dreamed of something good, with a noticeable curve at the corner of her mouth, and she murmured in her sleep: "Guwu... No... You can't keep pressing there..."

Under the clear night sky, the stars are twinkling and the silence is speechless.

Chapter 270: Stealing in Secret (Part )

Under the bright sunshine, the cherry blossoms in the school are in full bloom. The pink petals fall on the path, covering the dark red road surface, as if everything has returned to the past, when nothing had happened.

Futaba Rio woke up from her sleep. She looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, then looked at the spliced double bed in the room, exhaled lightly, and put on her glasses.