There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

She stuck out her tongue slightly, tapped her head with her right fist in a cute manner, and revealed her little secret thoughts.

"You child! You're not allowed in my room anymore!" Akina Ogiso puffed out her smooth, shiny cheeks and patted her little head.

"From now on, you're not allowed to secretly try my cosmetics, especially this one, understand?"

"If I find out, I'll sever all ties with you as mother and daughter!"

"Sigh... Is our relationship not even worth a piece of cosmetics?" Setsuna Ogiso lamented.

Ogiso Shinichi, who had been silently observing the scene, looked at Sakurakoji Caihua after the segment ended:

"However, none of these things are cheap. They must have cost you quite a bit of money, right?"

"I heard from Setsuna that you're still working outside. Are you doing okay financially?"

"Don't worry, despite my appearance, I actually earn quite a lot." Sakura Koji's talent dispelled their concerns with a light laugh. "In addition, I am actually quite well-off financially, not in a tight spot at all."

That's the truth. Even if you don't count his and Sakurakoji's family's assets, just considering his part-time job at Fanxing, he can earn quite a bit each month.

He not only attracted customers to Fanxing Restaurant but also significantly increased the restaurant's revenue. In addition, he had to take care of many odd jobs and act as a nanny for the manager's sister. He couldn't even take a few days off in a month before. If Ichiji Hoshige had any conscience, she would give him a raise!

His current salary far exceeds that of the average full-time office worker.

Even if I used my own salary, it would be more than enough to buy these things.

Volume 1: Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 105: Joint Trial, Forced to Reveal One's Divine Power

"So~so~ Sakurakoji-kun's cooking is much better than Mom's, his salary must be high." Ogiso Setsuna joked with her mother.

"Are you really going to hit me?"

Kogami nodded, then suddenly remembered that he hadn't invited the other person to sit down yet, and quickly gestured for him to sit down:

"Oh, right, please have a seat, make yourself at home."

"Thank you."

Sakurakoji sat down on the single sofa, while the Ogiso family sat on one side of the row of seats.

"How old are you this year, Sakurakoji-kun? I always hear Setsuna say that you are very good at cooking. I didn't expect you to be a head chef at such a young age." Akina Ogiso asked curiously, her eyes full of admiration.

She already admired Sakurakoji's talent, and now, after receiving his thoughtful gift, she admired him even more.

What a wonderful child! She's beautiful and very polite. If she could have her own child, her life would be complete!

"Similar to Ms. Ogiso, my sister and I learned some cooking skills from our father, who was quite good at it."

"Hey~ You have a younger sister? She must be a cute kid just like you, right?"

"Ogiso said the same thing. Well, although she's not as cute as me, she's still pretty cute, and her cooking skills are not bad either."

"...To receive such a high evaluation from you, it seems that you are indeed a lovely child."

“Hey, Sakurakoji-kun.” At this moment, Ogiso Setsuna frowned in dissatisfaction: “Stop calling me Ogiso Ogiso all the time, everyone here is Ogiso.”

"Should I call out?"

"Just call me Setsuna, and I'll call you by your name too."

"Roar~~~" Takahiro Ogiso made a strange noise from the side, causing Setsuna Ogiso's cheeks to turn red.

"Then... Setsuna?" Although he was used to it, he still felt a little embarrassed to be watched.

"Yes, Mr. Talent."

“Wow~~~”

"I'm going to hit you!!" Ogiso Setsuna threatened fiercely, clenching her fist.

"Is this really okay? To be so violent in front of Sakurakoji-san!" Kogiso Takahiro didn't care at all, looking completely fearless.

"Gulp! You just wait!" She gritted her teeth, her smile twisted in a menacing grin.

"Haha..." Ogiso's mother smiled wryly at the interaction between her children, "But in Sakurakoji-kun's family, is it the father who is in charge of cooking?"

"Well, you could say that, because my mother is a complete culinary idiot who's completely out of touch with reality," Sakurakoji Saiki sincerely remarked.

"Haha, isn't it a bit too much for you to say that?" Ogiso Setsuna smiled wryly.

“You’d understand if you saw it for yourself,” he sighed. “Even so, she’s very capable at work, and her father is in a supporting role.”

"Hey~ This is how the Sakurakoji family's house is structured."

"What do your parents do for a living? I heard from Setsuna that they seem to be living separately from you and your siblings, not in the country anymore, is that right?"

Sitting in the center, Kogiso Shinichi also posed his question, his arms crossed, remaining perfectly still. After observing him for a while, his eyes were no longer wary or calculating, but simply filled with pure curiosity.

Based on his years of experience in judging people, he could basically determine that the other party was not a suspicious person with ulterior motives, and his original purpose for today could be said to have been achieved ahead of schedule.

“Yes, they now live in New York. My mother is a fashion designer and my father is a pattern maker,” Sakura Koji Sai said truthfully.

For some reason, although the other person no longer looked at him with the same scrutiny as before, he felt even more uneasy.

Why did this scene of being interrogated unilaterally feel so strange and wrong? He frowned to himself.

This was really just a normal visit to a friend's house, without any ulterior motives, right?

"Wow—no wonder you look so... talented...it turns out there's a family reason, right, Mom?" Ogiso Setsuna asked her mother for her opinion.

"Eh~ When I first saw Sakurakoji-kun, I thought he was some kind of international model! That makes sense!"

"If that's the case, why did you choose to work in the food service industry? Wouldn't it be better to work in a related field?" Kogiso's father asked, puzzled.

The other three also looked over, apparently having the same question.

"Well, how should I put it, I'd say it's a hobby." He lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking at the ground.

“I did learn fashion design from my parents from a young age, and I also released works as a designer before I came back.”

"But maybe it's because I've been doing it for too long and it's become boring, so I want to change jobs for a while."

"My current work location and colleagues are quite to my liking, so I started doing it without even realizing it."

"At first, they didn't sell desserts there, only simple drinks. Since I happen to be good at that, I suggested adding them."

He couldn't reveal the real reason, so he could only offer this half-truthful explanation.

"I see." Kogiso nodded slightly, as if understanding.

"Huh? Talented guy, you're a designer? You're incredibly versatile!" Ogiso Setsuna exclaimed in a dramatic tone, while simultaneously feeling a wave of frustration.

Isn't this a complete and utter crushing defeat? The gap between the two sides in this friendship is simply too great.

"So you're a returned overseas student? Then your English must be very good?" Xiao Mu Zeng's mother blinked.

"If it's just English, I shouldn't lose, right?" Ogiso Setsuna raised her arms in front of her chest, her face full of a defiant expression.

My English grades are very good!

"It should be alright. Our family places a lot of emphasis on language education. Everyone should at least be able to master a few languages ​​and communicate with others." He glanced at Ogiso Setsuna, who had raised her hand to encourage him, with a strange look in her eyes.

"I was sunk..."

She seemed to have lost all her energy and spirit, collapsing listlessly onto the sofa.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Kogiso's mother was also surprised, not expecting his upbringing to be so impressive.

“Indeed, if Sakurakoji hadn’t mentioned before that his family were designers, I would have thought your family was a family of diplomats.”

Kogatsu Shin, standing beside him, was also stunned and speechless, his eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't expected this child to be even more outstanding than he had just thought.

"Hey, Sakurakoji-nii, you've designed clothes before, right? What were they like?" Kogiso Takahiro, who was standing close to him, seemed to be paying attention to something he had just said.

"Hmm... how should I put it? Let me look for some pictures." Sakurakoji took out her phone from her pocket.

I opened the photo album and flipped through it. After finding some photos of clothes that he had personally designed and sewed, I handed them to him.

"That's about it."

The others also leaned closer; it was their first time encountering this profession, and they were all quite curious.

"Sri Lanka, number one..."

"Did Sakurakoji-kun design all of this himself?"

"Hey, Mom, don't these look even more complete than the ones sold in the mall? And the designs are better too, right?"

"I think so. I don't really understand them, but they all look very impressive and glamorous."

"..."

In fact, Sakurakoji doesn't sew many pieces herself that she's satisfied with. Most of the time, she just designs and leaves the production to others—after all, the process is really time-consuming.

Therefore, he didn't take many photos with his phone, including the clothes he gave to Shiina Mahiru last time.

But they admired it for several minutes before returning the phone to him, and their gazes towards him were all strange.

Based on his past life experience, Sakurakoji judged that this must be the look of a slacker in admiration for a genius.

"Talented one, did you do all of this?" Ogiso Setsuna didn't know how to look at him anymore.

Who exactly is this new friend of mine?

“Setsuna, Sakurakoji-kun said he’s a designer, so these must be finished products that he designed and then had made,” Kogiso guessed.

"Isn't design and manufacturing a job?"

"Of course, after the design is completed, the pattern is made, and only then can the fabric be purchased for production."

“Uncle is right, but these are just things I made on my phone for fun by myself. I hope you’ll forgive me for making a fool of myself.” He said with a smile.

"You did all of this by yourself?"

"That's it."

"..." Kogiso Jin was unusually silent.

He found himself in the same situation as his daughter, completely at a loss for words.

If the other person is just an ordinary student the same age as his daughter, he can use his authority as an elder to intervene and offer some advice. Even if the other person has excellent grades, it will only make him appreciate them a little more.

But who can tell him what he should do if he encounters such an illogical character?

Even if he had no interest in the fashion industry, he could tell that what he had just seen were all high-end, exquisite products that would look perfectly natural in top luxury stores or magazines.

He now understood why Sakurakoji Sai had said he was financially well-off.

With this technology, one could live a wonderful life anywhere in the world.

Could this child be a genius?

Stared at like an alien by the others, Sakurakoji Saiki didn't know what to say.

He only showed a fraction of it, and it seemed that he had already touched the limits of the group.

It's so hard to pretend to be an ordinary person...

"Oh no!" Akina Ogiso glanced at the time and suddenly realized, "It's already this late, and I haven't prepared today's meal yet!"

"I'll get ready right away! Setsuna, come and help me too!"

So focused on Sakurakoji's talent that she couldn't bear to leave, she even forgot her primary job, which she would never normally forget, and only now did she get up somewhat anxiously.

"Is everything alright? If we don't have time, let's go out to eat," Kogami suggested.

"No, it should be fine, but we might have to eat a little later today. I'm so sorry, Sakurakoji-kun!" She looked at him apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." He replied with an indifferent expression, then glanced to the side.

"Oh! Well then, I'll help your aunt too!"

"How can this be! You're a guest! This is my mistake, no, no!" She quickly waved her hand in refusal.

"Please don't mind, I'm used to cooking too. Don't forget my profession." He smiled and walked with her towards the kitchen. "Today, please let me show Uncle and Aunt my culinary skills!"

Rather than continuing to be "interrogated" here, he felt it was better to go to the kitchen.