In the time loop, I do whatever I want

Or should we not keep them?

But after I stay here, will I really just chat?

The answer is of course no.

I had that thought a long time ago: I absolutely cannot fall behind Sayuri.

"Why don't you stay and chat?" Fushimi Makoto extended an invitation.

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't move, but asked, "What else is there to talk about? You're not going to tell the truth anyway. If we keep talking, we'll just be listening to your usual nonsense."

“I can teach you to become stronger.” Makoto Fushimi struck a pose like Popeye showing off his muscles.

"Thank you, but I'm not that eager to become physically stronger," she politely declined.

“Then I can share my experience in body management with you.”

"Then there's no need for that. I'm very happy with my figure now."

"Ouch, are you completely unyielding?"

"Your expression is finally starting to look somewhat interesting." This time, her smile was genuine.

Fushimi Makoto sighed: "Do you only feel happy when you see me make a fool of myself?"

"if not?"

When she said this, Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't help but clench her teeth.

Think about it carefully, how many times have you embarrassed yourself in front of him?

"It seems there's no chance to chat tonight," Fushimi Makoto sighed again.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at him, turned around, opened the door, and walked out with a stern face.

Sawamura Sayuri was eating an apple in the living room. She looked up when she heard the door open, her curiosity perfectly expressed: "What did you two talk about?"

"Weren't you eavesdropping the whole time? Why are you asking me now?" Mrs. Yukinoshita directly exposed her best friend.

"No way! I was watching TV here just now."

"Ah!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita was too lazy to listen to her best friend's excuses and went straight back to her room.

As soon as the door closed, Sawamura Sayuri threw down the apple, got up, and ran to Fushimi Makoto's door: "What did you two talk about?"

“She must have discovered some clues,” Fushimi Makoto said without hiding anything.

"Huh? How is this possible? I'm pretty sure I didn't give anything away." Sayuri Sawamura said in a low voice, her face slightly flushed.

"I probably don't have any leads on my end," Fushimi Makoto reminded him.

He wasn't worried; the page would be refreshed after tonight anyway.

Sawamura Sayuri was a little nervous.

But she couldn't figure out the reason for a while. When she got a little impatient, she simply stopped thinking about it: "Forget it, judging from her expression, she probably didn't find out too much. I'm going to work out with Eriri and the others. They've been working out on their body management."

About half an hour later, Fushimi Makoto, bored while sitting in the room, extended his senses outwards.

Sawamura Sayuri was still with Yukino and the others, but this time they weren't training anymore. Instead, they were discussing the new short film that Yukino had mentioned before.

"Auntie Lily is so energetic."

Fushimi Makoto smiled and then went to observe the movements of Mrs. Yukinoshita.

The next second, his smile froze.

Because he heard a rapid, suppressed breathing.

And that very strange "buzzing" sound.

No, I haven't even unleashed Nino's power yet, and you're the one who can't hold it in anymore?

Fushimi Makoto was stunned for a moment, then he realized the reason.

Was it because she had already guessed the truth about swallowing a thousand needles, and after returning to her room alone, she started to uncontrollably imagine things?

If that's the case, then I have to make my appearance!

After all, the heavy breathing she was breathing inside the room sounded like she was on the verge of death.

Chapter 392 was intentional.

Logically speaking, since everyone was still awake and it wasn't too late, the auntie opened the little toy on her own, which didn't seem like her style at all.

But Makoto Fushimi clearly sensed that things were as he had imagined.

Unless the other party already knew that Sayuri Sawamura wouldn't be returning to her room anytime soon.

Fushimi Makoto stepped forward thoughtfully, tentatively grasped the doorknob, and turned it gently.

The door wasn't locked.

This makes the risks even greater, and also more exciting.

He didn't go in directly, but retreated to his previous position and continued to sense the movements inside the room.

At that moment, the door behind him opened, and Eriri, wearing a nightgown, came out.

Their eyes met, and Eriri asked in surprise, "What are you doing standing here?"

Fushimi Makoto didn't say anything, but glanced at her smooth little feet that were showing because she wasn't wearing slippers.

It's fair and tender, and can be held in one hand.

A standard jade foot.

Eriri blushed and quickly closed the door, lowering her voice in embarrassment and annoyance: "W-what are you looking at?"

"I'm just curious, why aren't you wearing shoes?" Fushimi Makoto looked away.

"Because I just came out for a drink of water, I'm going back in soon... No, don't try to change the subject!"

Eriri blushed and pretended to be angry: "You're not allowed to look at my feet."

“Okay, then I won’t watch it anymore.” Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Yinglili: "..."

No, you just agreed like that?

Why don't you try to argue a bit more? Maybe I'll let you see it.

Eriri felt a strong sense of regret, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it, so she just sulked and went to pour herself some water.

Fushimi Makoto stood still.

Eriri kept glancing back while pouring water.

She glanced at it several times and deliberately slowed down her drinking, just to wait for Fushimi Makoto to speak.

To her dismay, the person seemed to be standing there lost in thought, completely unaware of her gaze.

You're an idiot!

Eriri said something, embarrassed and annoyed, and left with her water glass.

As she re-entered the house, Sayuri Sawamura noticed her flushed face and asked, "Why is your face so red?"

"I got so angry at an idiot... Never mind, let's not talk about that anymore, let's continue discussing the new script." Eriri snorted twice, unwilling to talk any further.

Sayuri Sawamura guessed that her daughter must have talked to Makoto Fushimi about something, but since his reaction was a common occurrence, she didn't press him further.

outside the house.

Fushimi Makoto waited in the same spot for a while, making sure the sounds from the guest room were getting better, before he went over.

As soon as the door opened, the figure on the bed immediately sat up and quickly covered himself with the blanket.

Her hair was disheveled, and beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead. An unnatural blush rose on her beautiful face. Although the blanket covered her body, it could be seen from the disheveled pajamas on her shoulders that most of the buttons on the pajamas were undone.

"How did you get in? Why didn't you knock?" Mrs. Yukinoshita had excellent composure; even when someone suddenly barged in, her tone remained completely composed.

"Sorry, I forgot," Fushimi Makoto said dismissively.

Mrs. Yukinoshita stared at his face, her eyes flickering: "I need to rest. If you don't have anything important to do, you can leave now."

Makoto Fushimi didn't answer and simply closed the door.

In an instant, Mrs. Yukinoshita's heart pounded.

Fushimi Makoto, seemingly oblivious, feigned confusion: "You seem to be sweating... Oh, it is a little hot today."

"Hmm." Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't know how to answer, so she simply agreed.

"You should turn on the air conditioner."

"The air conditioning is too cold."

"Then let's turn on the electric fan," Fushimi Makoto said, his eyes scanning around as if searching for something.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was puzzled when she saw his gaze suddenly fall on the chair by the bed: "Found it, the remote control for the electric fan was here."

Wait, that's not the fan remote!

She almost lost her composure.

But it was too late for her to stop them.

Moreover, she is not able to move easily.

Under her angry and embarrassed gaze, Fushimi Makoto picked up the remote control and muttered to himself, "Why are there so few buttons on this remote? Is there some new technology for fans these days?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Makoto Fushimi pressed the "Start" button on the remote control.

Mrs. Yukinoshita bit her lip and remained silent.

"Why isn't the fan moving?" Fushimi Makoto looked at the unresponsive smart fan in front of him and pressed the "+" button again.

Mrs. Yukinoshita's face seemed to turn even redder.

Her eyes began to tremble, even becoming unfocused.

The buzzing sound could still be faintly heard from inside the blankets.

Makoto Fushimi pressed the "+" button twice more.

"stop!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita had no choice but to speak up.

If this continues, she won't be able to hold back anymore.

She took a deep breath, sweat trickling down her beautiful face, her eyes filled with unmistakable shame and anger: "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"What are you saying?" Fushimi Makoto asked in return.

She seemed even angrier: "I'm sure now that you did it on purpose."

Fushimi Makoto did not rush to answer, but pretended to listen attentively.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was taken aback. Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw him raise his hand and shush her.

Five seconds later, Makoto Fushimi put down the remote control and said, "They're still discussing the new script."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was startled again, her face burning even hotter.

She understood Fushimi Makoto's unspoken message: there's still enough time.

This means that the other party admits that they deliberately took the wrong remote control.

Under the expectant gaze of her eyes, Fushimi Makoto rolled up his sleeves, displaying his nimble hands, and said with the air of a professional, "It's time to begin."

This time, she surprisingly didn't say anything, and the anger in her eyes clearly disappeared.

With a thud, she leaned back, her entire mature body lying down.

Q: What should I do when the enemy is at the kill line?

A: Of course, we should kill them ruthlessly!

About fifteen minutes later.

Sawamura Sayuri came out of the room over there.

She had just reached the bedroom door when her expression suddenly froze.