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

However, since transportation in the Kita Ward is very convenient compared to other parts of Tokyo, it doesn't take her much time to get to school in Shinjuku.

After switching stations twice, he got off at Iwazu-cho Station an hour later.

After that, it's only a ten-minute walk to her house.

A few minutes later, he walked into a residential area, then came to a villa area, and ten minutes later, he stopped in front of her house.

Looking through the crack in the gate, the interior is quite spacious, with not only very impressive residential buildings but also a sizable courtyard with a high degree of greenery coverage.

The entrance to the front door is separate from the entrance to the garage, and the gates look much more upscale than those of ordinary residences.

He glanced at the address and the Touma sign at the pedestrian entrance, confirming that this was the right place.

He glanced around briefly and then pressed the doorbell.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...

A full minute passed, but there was still no response.

He had anticipated this and continued to ring the doorbell at the same intervals.

While he couldn't rule out the possibility that the other party had already left, he felt that the possibility was unlikely.

Finally, ten minutes later, the call was answered by the person on the other end.

"If you don't tell me right now how you found out about this place, I'm calling the police."

The first thing that greeted him was the cold, ruthless voice of someone whose voice was familiar.

"Finally connected? Were you sleeping?" he replied with a smile.

"Hey~ It's a rare holiday, and I wanted to sleep in, but some tactless person just couldn't read the room and kept ringing the doorbell to bother me."

"If you were me, how would you feel right now, Sakurakoji?"

Touma Kazusa's voice remained emotionless even through the device; if it were someone else, they would probably have run away in panic.

"Hey? It's almost noon already. Even if you're sleeping in, you should be up by now, right?"

His voice was fearless and flat, as if he hadn't understood the meaning behind her words.

“I played the piano all night last night… Put that aside for now, how did you find out my address?” Her tone became sharp.

If she hadn't seen it on the security camera, she probably would have called the police by now.

"Well, I have acquaintances in Fengcheng. I found out about it after giving up some very valuable things."

"...What's wrong with that school! How can students' privacy be leaked so easily!" Her voice was filled with anger, followed by dissatisfaction.

"So what brings you here? You didn't come just to chat with me, did you?"

"I haven't seen you go to Fanxing for a while, so I came to check if you were alright."

"What a joke! Who says I have to go there at a certain time? Can't I just not go anymore because I'm tired of it?"

"Of course—it's not that it's impossible, I just came to check on you because I was worried about you. Don't be so unapproachable." He picked up what he was holding.

"Look, I even brought you some gifts, so please let me in, okay?"

"I'm not a patient, why would I need any gifts..." she muttered to herself as she looked at the beautiful figure on the monitor in the villa.

"The way it wags its tail and begs for mercy at someone else's doorstep really makes it look more and more like a poodle..."

She clicked her tongue, perhaps feeling sorry for him being alone outside, and allowed him to enter.

"I'll make an exception and let you in this time, but once you're inside, you're not allowed to touch or tamper with anything, or I'll kick you out immediately, understand?"

"I look so ill-mannered..."

Touma Kazusa did not answer him; the intricately patterned modern-style door opened its electronic switch, making a sound.

He smiled, pushed open the door, and went inside.

"Excuse me." As he entered the villa's entrance hall, he greeted Touma Kazusa, who was standing there waiting for him.

"If you know you're bothering us, then don't come over." She handed him a pair of guest slippers, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I've noticed you're quite meticulous. Isn't this clearly just standard polite language?"

"Hmph." She only uttered this interjection, but it seemed to carry a hint of amusement.

Without saying anything more, she turned and walked into the villa.

This must mean they're fairly satisfied and want him to follow along, right? Sakurakoji guessed.

After spending a few more hours with her, he was able to understand Touma's language; that's quite an achievement.

After changing his shoes, he followed behind her, his eyes constantly scanning the layout of the room.

The room is numerous, with countless functional spaces, all connected by spacious corridors. The other side of the corridors is made of glass, which allows the sunlight and scenery outside to be brought in beautifully.

The flooring is made of high-end wood, which is warmer and cozier than tiles, and the overall style reflects that.

This is the real villa; the one he rented in Kawasaki was just a larger detached house.

Owning such a luxury house in Tokyo would cost an astronomical sum, no matter where you are.

This is also thanks to the financial support of her world-class pianist mother, Yoko Touma; otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't even be able to afford their annual taxes.

"Sit wherever you like."

Touma Kazusa casually led him to the living room, which was significantly larger than the other spaces.

Then she went to the kitchen, which was right next to the living room, picked up the kettle, and prepared to make a cup of coffee for the morning.

What would you like to drink, water or coffee?

"If coffee is to your taste, I'd rather drink water."

The thought of the lethal amount of sugar in her coffee every time he drank it made his mouth feel dry and he needed to drink more water.

Touma Kazusa stopped what she was doing and gave him a sharp look.

Sakurakoji didn't care. After looking at the living room layout, he put the package he had been carrying all the way on the coffee table in front of the huge sofa.

Seeing that she hadn't intimidated him, Touma Kazusa snorted and casually filled a glass with purified water that had been filtered by a water purifier.

He made himself another cup of coffee, added a lot of sugar cubes, and then carried it out on a tray.

"Give."

She put down the tray, picked up the water glass, and handed it over.

"Thank you."

He took it and drank a sip; after walking outside for so long, he really needed to replenish his fluids.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go wash up first."

She had just been woken up by him and hadn't even had time to wash her face. After leaving him with those words, she headed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she returned to the living room, her hair still slightly damp at the tips.

What's in your bag?

Leaning back on the sofa, looking at the huge package he brought, Touma Kazusa picked up her slightly cold coffee and took a sip, breaking the awkward silence.

"Want to know?" Sakurakoji smiled faintly, then countered, "Since you just woke up, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"What do you say?"

“That’s perfect, I haven’t eaten either.” He opened his bundle and took out two large, high-end lacquered lunch boxes.

"I expected this to happen. This is a bento I made at home this morning. How about it, would you like to try some?"

"Last time I told you that you should pay attention to the combination of dishes, but you didn't take it seriously. This time I'll show you just how convenient it is to cook for yourself, and you can eat whatever you want."

"Did you make this yourself?" Touma Kazusa's eyes widened as she looked at the lacquer box in his hand.

"It's a rare treat to eat food cooked by me personally. How about it, would you like to try some?" He opened the box and showed off the results inside.

The insulated lunch box has multiple layers, with different dishes and rice soup placed on each layer. The presentation is exquisite, the layout is beautiful, and the ratio of meat to vegetables is harmonious.

Every dish looks exquisite, and its appearance alone is very appetizing. Even the most ordinary rice is moist, translucent, and shiny, clearly made from high-quality rice.

As soon as these appeared, the enticing aroma of various ingredients gradually filled the air, whetting her hungry appetite.

"..." Touma Kazusa stared at these things, remaining silent.

I have to say, these look delicious. No wonder he made them.

"What are you standing there for? Go get some chopsticks and a spoon." Seeing that she wasn't moving, Sakurakoji urged her on.

"Oh, oh." Realizing what had happened, she scratched her hair, got up, and went back to the kitchen, no longer bothering to argue with him.

Faced with this situation, she couldn't bring herself to say lines like, "Actually, I'm not that hungry," "Who would want to eat your cooking? It must be terrible," or "You didn't put anything in it, did you?"

Faced with hunger and delicious food, even someone with a combination of aloofness and arrogance can easily be won over.

Volume 1: Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 109 The One or Two Friends You Mentioned

After dinner,

Sakurakoji glanced at Touma Kazusa, who was rubbing her stomach, had finished her lunchbox, and was leaning against the cushions without moving, and asked knowingly:

"How's the taste? Is it to your liking?"

"...It's alright, not bad at all." She turned her gaze away, her tone calm.

But as soon as she finished speaking, a blush crept onto her face.

If this is just okay, then what kind of pig feed does she usually eat?

But her awkward personality led her to only give a soft hum, without explaining further, or rather, she was too embarrassed to explain praising the detestable man in front of her.

"To receive such praise from you is already an honor for me." He seemed quite satisfied.

"So now you know, cooking for yourself is such a wonderful thing. Everyday meals should be prepared like this to truly be considered eating."

"Especially in terms of nutrition, you must pay attention. With your love for sweets and your habit of eating fast food, it won't be long before your hair and skin lose their luster."

"If eating this level of food every day is considered eating, then there aren't many people in the world who eat normally, right?"

Are you praising me?

"Hmph..." Touma Kazusa crossed her arms and closed her eyes, "Besides, I've never cooked before, so it's impossible for me to suddenly make edible food, right?"

"How will you know if you don't try."

"I'll know even without trying, I'm sure of that." She smiled slightly, her expression quite confident.

"Besides, my hands are very precious, how could I possibly do things that might hurt them?"

She seemed to have come up with a very good excuse.

"Even if you don't do it yourself, you can have the nanny do it, provided that you don't object to the nanny."

"..."

Touma Kazusa remained silent, lost in thought, and let out a soft sigh.

"Speaking of which, this house is so big, do you live alone?" Sakura Koji glanced around casually.

"That's it."

"Where's the family?"

"Same as you." She was a little impatient.

"Your parents are also abroad?" Sakura Koji asked with a surprised expression.

"I've never had a father since I was born, and that promiscuous mother is probably with someone in Europe now." Touma Kazusa spread her hands nonchalantly, her face calm.

"I'm sorry, it seems your family situation is quite complicated..."

"It's not that complicated, it's just that, like you, my parents went overseas to make money, leaving their child behind in our hometown." Her eyes, looking into the air, revealed a hint of sadness and complexity.

Sakurakoji didn't say anything. Although he had initially told her that he was also living separately from his parents, there was one major difference between them.