Does gravity make me stronger?

"Let's study here from now on. It's very quiet here, and no one will disturb us."

"Indeed, no one will disturb us..."

[A lone man and woman alone in a room, and they even specifically emphasized that no one would disturb them?]

[Isn't this a bit... inappropriate...?]

Don't overthink it! A husky is pointing at a person!

Hachiman had no illusions, because he knew that Nagasaki Motoyo was not the kind of frivolous girl, so even if they went home, nothing like the scenes you see in anime would happen.

Hachiman neatly placed his schoolbag on the sofa and found a seat to sit down.

Nagasaki Motoyo chuckled and said, "Why be so formal? Just make yourself at home and be casual."

"No, we should still be polite."

Hachiman shook his head, thinking that if he got used to such a luxurious place, he probably wouldn't be able to fit into his small, shabby dormitory room in the future.

"I'll go get you a drink. What would you like to drink?"

"Do you have MAX coffee?" Before he could finish speaking, Hachiman regretted his words and changed his mind, saying, "Cold water is fine."

"As for MAX coffee, we still have some at home."

"What? Really? Give me a whole case!"

"Wow, this much?!"

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at the MAX coffee that had just been taken out of the refrigerator with surprise.

'I know Hachiman likes MAX coffee, but I didn't prepare that much.'

Ah, so this was something you prepared especially for me...

After learning the truth, Hachiman felt even more embarrassed.

One can is enough.

"Ah."

Nagasaki Motoyo placed a can of MAX coffee on the table and went to prepare black tea. As she brewed the tea, the living room was filled with its aroma.

Although Hachiman is not a tea connoisseur, he could tell from the aroma alone that this tea was much better than the one from the record department.

Of course, the record department is just a school-level club, so it doesn't need such good tea.

However, Nagasaki Motoyo was not very skilled at brewing tea. She simply put the tea leaves into the teapot, rinsed them, poured a fresh cup, and served it.

In the art of tea ceremony, Toyokawa Shoko had the upper hand.

How can you speak like that? Show some respect!

I'm sorry, my [sorry].

Hachiman opened the tab of his MAX coffee and enjoyed a refreshing drink. Considering the mental strain to come, Nagasaki Motoyo prepared dessert. After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, they officially began their studies.

"I've made a record of all the questions you got wrong yesterday and listed the solutions. You can check them against the list, and feel free to ask me if you don't understand anything."

The first step in teaching is to review what you've learned and learn something new.

Motoyo Nagasaki spent a lot of time compiling the incorrect questions and made detailed annotations around them with stickers.

It's not hard to imagine how much time she spent on this.

Hachiman was deeply moved. He took the notebook of incorrect answers and carefully compared each one with the previous ones, correcting the mistakes diligently. This process lasted for an hour before it was finished.

During the process, Hachiman also intermittently learned new knowledge, and it seems that this round of error correction has also brought a lot of benefits to Nagasaki Motoyo, the little teacher.

After correcting the wrong questions, the next step is to supplement the new test points. Since it is the content of the first semester, the synchronous ability cannot be used, so you can only rely on Hachiman to study on your own.

This is also what he fears most.

Fortunately, Nagasaki Motoyo was very patient, guiding Hachiman step by step through the parts he didn't understand repeatedly, and he finally made some progress.

By the time I finished reciting all the content in the lesson plan, it was already dark outside.

Hachiman glanced at the time and decided it was time to leave.

"It's getting late, how about we call it a day?"

"Hmm, I am a little tired." Nagasaki Motoyo stretched, revealing her fair skin at the waist.

As she watched Hachiman packing his stationery, she suddenly suggested, "Hachiman-kun, I'm all alone tonight, why don't you stay a little longer?"

"Hey?"

----Cut line----

I woke up this morning to find I had so few tickets! Does nobody love me anymore? (crying) Time to set the table~

Chapter 80, Chapter 079: The Cook Su Shi (3.5K)

Hachiman admitted that Nagasaki Motoyo's words had unsettled him.

He paused, scratched his cheek, and said embarrassedly, "...Let's forget it. Well, we're not that close."

"?"

Nagasaki Motoyo tilted her head, clearly not understanding Hachiman's meaning, until the other's face turned increasingly red before she realized what he meant.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just hoped you could stay for a meal..."

In her panic, Nagasaki Motoyo spoke in a barely audible voice, trying to justify herself.

"Ah, you meant eating, hahaha."

"Otherwise what?" Nagasaki Motoyo pursed her lips resentfully.

"I thought you were going to ask me to keep studying. Please, just this is the only thing you can do, have mercy on me, my brain is about to explode!"

"Pfft, it's just basic knowledge, it's not that difficult." Nagasaki Motoyo laughed happily.

"Sigh, the academic geniuses of Tsuki no Mori really don't understand a slacker like me." Life is tough, Hachiman sighed.

However, Nagasaki Motoyo thought differently.

Today, she kept a close eye on Hachiman's progress and discovered that he wasn't a complete science idiot, but his thinking was a bit off.

Once the problem is identified and the thought process is corrected, it can be mastered quickly.

And to be fair, Hachiman's comprehension skills are really strong. He can solve problems he learned last night in no time, and his speed is almost the same as hers.

Therefore, Nagasaki Motoyo had a strong suspicion that Hachiman was simply lazy.

Perhaps feeling that it didn't matter what happened when it came to studying, Hachiman packed his bags again.

"Please wait a minute, are you really not going to eat it? Do you think my cooking is bad...?"

As Nagasaki Motoyo said this, she deliberately gave him a pitiful look, placed her hands helplessly in front of her, and rubbed her fingers together in confusion.

This set of moves struck Hachiman's weak spot immediately.

"That's not the reason. It's just that I feel a little embarrassed to be a guest at someone else's house for a meal..."

Hachiman stammered, but his tone became increasingly hesitant until finally he changed his mind and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

"Great, I'll go get ready now... Wait a minute, Hachiman, why are you still packing?"

"Ah, I'll just wait outside. Once it's done cooking, give me some to eat when I get back."

"..."

Nagasaki Motoyo swears that she has never met such a twisted boy since she was a child. If the level of twistedness of a normal person is only 10, then this guy's level of twistedness is definitely over 100!

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to prepare the ingredients? If it's inconvenient, I'll be going."

Hachiman, who had been making excuses for himself, was about to walk towards the entrance when he heard heavy footsteps. He turned around and saw Nagasaki Motoyo with her head down, gripping his wrist tightly without saying a word.

A cool and comfortable sensation traveled along each other's skin.

Before Hachiman could react, Nagasaki Motoyo led him into another room.

"Go in, sit down, and come out when I'm done."

Nagasaki Motoyo, who was issuing orders like a military commander, had a frighteningly gloomy expression.

Is this some kind of culinary disaster?

If I don't eat the food, will I be slaughtered?

After saying this, Nagasaki Motoyo turned and walked towards the open kitchen. Only after she left did Hachiman have time to observe the room he was in.

This should be a living room, about 40 square meters in size, more than twice the size of his bedroom in his old home in Chiba.

In addition, there was a bed in the corner of the room that was only slightly smaller than a double bed, and on the bed was a familiar figure.

Bear Bro: Oh, my former owner!

No, who are you?

Hachiman rubbed his eyes and confirmed that the plush bear on the bed was indeed the one he had given to Nagasaki Motoyo last time.

She really did put her teddy bear on the bed...

Do you like bears that much?

After calming down, Hachiman realized a serious problem: he had never entered a girl's bedroom in his entire life, except for Komachi's room.

For a moment, my brain seemed to short-circuit.

Hachiman left his phone on the sofa outside. He wanted to get it, but the living room connected to the kitchen, and if he went out, Nagasaki Motoyo would catch him red-handed.

Not wanting to endure a second round of Su no wrath, Hachiman decided to wait a while without his phone.

Feeling helpless, he found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to stare blankly.

Brother Xiong: Let's chat. That woman just beats me up all day long, I'm going crazy.

For some reason, such a voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

System, did I read the doll's thoughts?

No, you're probably just overthinking it.

Yes, how can a doll talk?

With nothing better to do, Hachiman started counting sheep: six sheep, two sheep, three Komachi...

Gradually, his vision began to blur, and he lost consciousness until he was shaken awake again.

Hachiman had a dream in which he did not leave Chiba, but instead entered a local high school where he met a girl with long black hair.

But I really can't remember what happened next.

"Hikigaya-san, Hikigaya-san...?"

A familiar voice came from afar. Hachiman slowly opened his eyes, and the girl's figure gradually overlapped with the girl in front of him.

"Nagasaki-kun?"

Hachiman sat up abruptly, startled.

Did I just fall asleep?

Yes, I slept for about forty minutes.

You slept for so long?

"Hachiman, it's time to eat. Come out now."

Nagasaki Motoyo appeared as calm as usual, except that she was wearing a blue apron and her low ponytail tied in front of her chest had been replaced with a high ponytail at the back of her head, probably for easier cooking.

In the hazy state after waking up, Hachiman felt his hand being held again.

'I hope Hachiman doesn't mind me holding his hand like this?'

'I just did that, it should be fine.'

Nagasaki Motoyo's uneasy thoughts reached him, putting Hachiman, who had wanted to shake off the situation, in a difficult position.

[The flag-raising warrior, Hikigaya, has suffered a crushing defeat here; it is truly a great misfortune for the entire nation!]

Don't shout, you guys!

Fortunately, the two didn't walk far together. When they reached the dining table, Nagasaki Motoyo carefully let go of his hand and then shyly put it behind his back.

'My hands shouldn't be sweaty, right?'