Does gravity make me stronger?

Today, Nagasaki Motoyo seems to be in a so-so mood.

He has his own method for judging Nagasaki Motoyo's mood.

That is, listening to the sound.

Sigh, you can't tell anything from a voice.

Believe it or not, it actually works!

Motoyo Nagasaki is a nutcracker. Normally, she speaks with a nutcracker-like voice, but when she is in a high or low mood, she can no longer maintain the nutcracker-like voice and it becomes deeper.

At this moment, Nagasaki Motoyo didn't speak in a low voice, but judging from her expression, she was clearly not happy either, so there's only one truth!

Nagasaki Motoyo regrets coming out with me!

Yes, you can, but I suggest you speak in a cheerful voice.

I won't open it!

Hachiman retorted somewhat defiantly.

Seeing Nagasaki Motoyo lower her head dejectedly, silent and looking ashen-faced, Hachiman wanted to slap himself.

I have a really sharp tongue.

But they'll do it again next time.

However, since he was the one who invited Nagasaki Motoyo out this time, he couldn't just leave her alone to silently feel emotional and completely ignore her.

So, Hachiman looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw a certain sign. He suggested, "Um, shall we go buy some cotton candy?"

"Marshmallow?" Nagasaki Motoyo tilted her head in confusion.

What? She doesn't even know what cotton candy is? The young lady of Tsukimori is really something.

Hachiman earnestly began his explanation: "Marshmallows are small desserts made with icing sugar. They taste sweet, and they're sold around here."

“Of course I know that,” Nagasaki Motoyo said reproachfully.

Seriously, what do you take me for, you idiot, you fool, Hachiman!

"What I mean is, if you want to eat it, you can go buy it yourself. Why remind me?"

"No, I was planning to buy it for you. If you don't like it..."

After saying this, Hachiman turned away embarrassedly, his toes gripping the ground.

Behind her, Nagasaki Motoyo's pretty face, like cherry blossoms in April, suddenly turned crimson in a gust of wind.

It was bought for me... Oh, I see.

But why not just say it directly?

She increasingly felt that Hachiman Hikigaya wasn't lacking in romance; rather, he was perfectly perceptive, yet deliberately provoked her, displaying a style reminiscent of turning the table when the boss offers food or winning at mahjong.

However, I'll adjust to it sooner or later.

Nagasaki Motoyo made up her mind, and her bad mood from before vanished, replaced by a cheerful smile.

"Then you're treating!"

"I will handle it."

Hachiman was quite confident in his financial resources; buying a cotton candy was no problem for him.

He arrived at the cotton candy shop, chose from several bundles of ready-made cotton candy, and finally pointed to the pink one.

"Boss, one of these, please."

"Alright, bringing your little girlfriend over to play?"

"We're just classmates," Hachiman quickly interjected.

"If you say so, then so be it. These young people these days are really something. They're all out having fun together, yet they're still putting on airs."

The sugar-making uncle didn't mind, and with a smile, he took out a stick and skillfully turned it on the clattering sugar-making machine. The next second, several strands of snow-white sugar flakes were already wrapped.

Then, keep rubbing the stick with your fingers, making the sugar flakes roll thicker and thicker, and more and more tempting.

A moment later, a plump cotton candy was ready.

"Here you go!" The uncle handed over the cotton candy.

"Thank you," Hachiman replied, paid the money, and then handed the cotton candy to Nagasaki Motoyo.

Nagasaki Motoyo stared blankly at the snow-white cotton candy, feeling inexplicably that the scene just now looked somewhat familiar.

When was the last time you ate a marshmallow?

I can't remember exactly, but it was probably when I was very young...

It seems like my mom bought it for me.

At that time, the candy vendor seemed to look a lot like the uncle in front of me. I remember the vendor said something with a smile, and my mother laughed along.

Past memories were as blurry as fragments. Nagasaki Motoyo shook her head, unable to recall anything, and gave up trying to remember.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Seeing that Nagasaki Motoyo hadn't touched her food yet, Hachiman assumed that she didn't like it.

"Oh, I'm sorry...it was delicious~"

As the thin layer of frosting melted in her mouth with a gentle sweetness, Nagasaki Motoyo fully understood why this traditional dessert called marshmallow is still so popular today.

"You should try it too, it's delicious."

Nagasaki Motoyo handed over the cotton candy, while Hachiman 2 awkwardly dodged it, scratched his cheek, and then made a sheepish face. ∏〔×

"Actually, I don't really like desserts either, you can have them."

However, what he was thinking was...

Please spare me the idea of ​​indirect kissing, and besides, why do these girls like to give others the food they've already eaten?

Nagasaki Motoyo was naturally somewhat displeased with Hachiman's refusal.

With a slight frown, she forcefully brought the cotton candy to Hachiman's lips, and just as he was about to pull away, she pressed on again.

Hey, so cheeky?

Having given up on competing with Nagasaki Motoyo, Hachiman sighed resignedly, deliberately wiped his fingers, picked a piece of icing and put it in his mouth.

"It is too sweet..."

At this moment, Nagasaki Motoyo finally couldn't hold back and laughed: "Hachigaya-kun, this is so interesting, hahaha."

"..."

Why does Nagasaki Motoyo seem a bit neurotic today?

I still prefer your initial attitude of treating everyone equally; the way you are now scares me...

Hachiman glanced at the time and urged, "The train is about to arrive at the station; we need to leave."

"But..."

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at the unfinished cotton candy and was caught in a dilemma.

Although marshmallows are indeed delicious, it's impossible to eat so many in one go.

"If you don't mind, give it to me."

"Didn't you say it was too sweet?"

"I just wasn't used to it yet."

Still being stubborn?

However, your stubbornness is quite amusing.

Nagasaki Motoyo handed the remaining half of the cotton candy to Hachiman, and in order to save time, he took a deep breath and then inhaled it in a burst of speed, finishing off the remaining frosting at the speed of light.

"Let's go."

Having ingested too much sugar at once, Hachiman felt parched and was about to go to the nearby beverage machine when Nagasaki Motoyo promptly handed him a bottle of purified water.

What did my bottled water do to you?

Thank you.

Only after Yawata unscrewed the cap and discovered it was brand new packaging did he feel relieved enough to drink it in large gulps.

At this time.

"Oh, sorry, I took the wrong bottle. The one I just drank from was the one I used to drink from."

"Pfft, how is that possible!?"

Hachiman spat out all the water he had just drunk with a dragon-like spray, and only when he saw Nagasaki Motoyo's successful prank smile did he realize that he had been tricked.

Su Shi, you're getting a little cunning.

"I'm sorry, actually this is the bottle I drank from."

Nagasaki Motoyo held another bottle of purified water, her face beaming with smiles.

After some minor farces, the two finally entered the station side by side. While waiting for the train, Nagasaki Motoyo took out her phone and coldly stroked Shoko's photo with her fingertips.

Xiangzi, don't worry, I will make all the preparations today.

Crychic, I will definitely save it.

Then, he secretly watched Hachiman's back.

So, I'm sorry, Hachiman, although I'm currently taking advantage of you, I'll find a way to make it up to you once Crychic is revived.

Chapter 64, Chapter 063: Bear Bro: My turn, draw a card!

Tokyo Metropolitan Zoo is one of the younger zoos in Tokyo, but it boasts a relatively diverse range of animal species.

In addition, unlike the famous Ueno Zoo, Tokyo Metropolitan Zoo does not have many visitors on weekends.

With ample greenery and meticulous management, it can be described as a paradise.

Of course, how long such a paradise can remain untouched by online influencers is still a question. Moreover, from the zoo's perspective, they actually hope the park can become popular as soon as possible, so that they can easily recoup their costs.

But that's not something Hachiman needs to consider.

The only downside is that the zoo's ticket price is a bit high, averaging about 1.5 times that of a regular zoo.

This highlights the principle that scarcity increases value.

If Hachiman hadn't destroyed the Otani family's gold coins, he wouldn't have considered coming here.

Although the price is high, it's worth it to win Nagasaki Motoyo's favor and alleviate some of her guilt.

This was Motoyo Nagasaki's first time visiting Tokyo Zoo; she usually goes to Ueno Zoo with friends.

To be honest, she wasn't really interested in visiting zoos because the animals kept in cages or confined to small areas often stirred up her sympathy.

After seeing it so many times, you might even feel a little reluctant to do it.

But if it's a close friend coming over, it's still acceptable.

Did you know, Hachiman? You're my best friend.

Nagasaki Motoyo secretly observed Hachiman, and when they arrived at the ticket counter, she suddenly noticed that Hachiman breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel it's a miracle to encounter a normal waiter."

"?"

Nagasaki Motoyo rested her chin on her fair fingers and tilted her head curiously.

What do you mean?

Hachiman shrugged, indicating that it was better for the other party not to know.

"Hello, please show your student ID."

The young woman at the ticket window, wearing a small round hat, asked very perfunctorily.

"Give."

Hachiman took out the prepared documents, which the other party examined briefly before casually returning them.

"After verification, you can go to the office next to the tiger enclosure to pick up a small gift after entering the zoo."