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Mika went home.

Before calling the chairman... before the summer night, Qingshi has to eat. I'm already hungry, and at this time I'm probably eating.

“Teacher, would you like to join us for lunch? ”

“Is that okay?”

“Sure, as long as you don't mind giving up the coarse tea and light rice. ”

“How could you possibly dislike it? I'm not being polite, it's better than eating alone with everyone.” The blonde teacher smiled, "In return, let me help you cook. ”

“Don't be so polite. ”

“Sitting here waiting for dinner, I can't do it, let me help you, Harano-kun. ”

The maple dancer insisted on entering the kitchen and Qingshi had to accept it.

He wanted the poem to rest, but the poem insisted on cooking.

So he stood in the kitchen with the maple dance and the poem.

Cooking with beautiful women of all sizes… Qingshi has a sense of immediacy, recalling that she has done so before with Meijia and the landlady, exactly the day the Maple Dance moved here to live.

He had a nice dinner, however... Qingshi looked at the maple dance around him quietly.

The blonde teacher who was washing her vegetables had a smile on her face and enjoyed the time.

Qingshi's mood is a little complicated. He thinks he has a good heart for maple dance, but...

I don't know what to say, anyway, hope she's happy.

Maple dance perceived Qingshi's gaze.

Seeing it means caring, and she's happy about it.

It was a pleasure to eat together, to cook together, to be cared for by him, to be close to him, was her pleasure.

She believes she will be happier in the future.

The lunch made was delicious.

Ling Chang ate half a bowl of rice.

The maple dance insisted on washing dishes, and the poem insisted, Qingshi... when the two women hit it out, they did what they had to do.

Little Ling Zhong sat by the stove and lay soft on the table, like a lazy kitten who had eaten and drank enough.

Qing Shi looked at the time and thought it was still not appropriate to make the call. She was going to rest for a while and lay on the table like Ling Zhong, becoming a lazy cat.

Gradually, the consciousness became blurred...

……

Slowly open your eyes.

I fell asleep? What time is it now?

When he woke up, Qingshi noticed that he was warm, soft, and had a hint of smell.

Turn around and see Xiaopo sleeping beside himself, leaning tightly against him.

The brunette had a beautiful face with a slightly curved corner of her mouth and a faint smile, as if she was dreaming.

Seiji watched for a while.

What's going on here?

He looked and found himself sleeping beside the stove, poetry sleeping beside him.

And from the touch of the feet in the furnace, someone else is asleep on the other side.

It can only be Maple Dance and Ling Zhong.

Four people fell asleep by the stove... really.

Qingshi looked at the poem again.

Looks like she slept well... I really don't want to wake her up.

But I have work to do, and I shouldn't sleep anymore.

Qingshi tried to move, trying to get up quietly and without awakening her.

Good, no response.

He moved his body a little further.

However, the brunette made a move and approached him, reaching out and holding him!

Qingshi: “....................."

“Poetry, are you awake?” He tried to softly ask.

not answered.

Looks like it's just a dream move.

Qing Shi carefully raised his hand and tried to gently take Yi's hand away from her.

The moment I touched my hand, I suddenly heard “brother…”.

Wake up?

Qing Shi turned his head and looked.

I saw the poem or closed my eyes, only my lips moved slightly.

“… is my favorite…"

Just heard this implicitly.

Qingshi stared wide-eyed.

This scenario… can no longer be described as beautiful or cute.

He doesn't know exactly what he feels.

Reminds me of being with that little poem during her memory loss.

There was an emotional surge in my heart.

He held the girl's hand, but did not take it away.

Forget it, just sleep a little longer!

So Qingshi held Yi's hand and closed his eyes.

……

Turns out she slept through the afternoon.

After waking up the poem, his cheek was a little red and he went back to his room.

“I should have quit, but I didn't want to go back to my room alone.” The maple dance held Little Ling Zhong and said in an almost delicate tone, "Can I eat here for dinner too? I'll go shopping. ”

Qingshi looked at Xiao Lingzhong.

The little girl leaned against the blonde and enjoyed the look of the latter's embrace.

The answer is self-evident.

After agreeing to the Maple Dance request, Qingshi went to the study and called.

“Good afternoon… summer night. ”

“Good afternoon… Tsing Shi. ”

Feels a little embarrassed to say the name.

“Something happened on my side, here's the thing...”

Qingshi said what happened in the morning.

“The plural participants can be pulled into various illusions and forced to guide, limiting your movement and that of Miss Kagura… In these circumstances, these two sixes should be high-quality psychic instruments.” Summer Night said seriously.

“This kind of apparatus is unlikely to be made purely for entertainment… I think so. ”

“The details need to be checked before I know it, but I'm not available today, so you can bring it to me tomorrow night. ”

“Okay.” Tsing Shi responded.

“In other words, it's amazing how Uehara-san's family can take out this kind of psychic device. ”

“Yeah, I have some suspicions that Miss Sakurako found her beauty at the school festival, not by accident, but for some hidden reason. ”

“It's possible... Uehara-san was just an ordinary person in my opinion, but maybe Miss Sakurako saw something...”

Both silent together.

“I wonder what the hell is going on. If you know anything, let me know. ”

“Hmmm...”

That concludes the call.

Qingshi took the phone and stayed for a while.

Should I contact Mei Jia now to ask the situation? Or wait and see?

I don't know if she asked the landlady anything.

Just wait.

Qingshi stops his phone, sits in front of the computer, and starts writing.

After a while, the door was knocked.

Qingshi opened the door and greeted Meijia into the house.

At this time Ling Zhong and Maple Dance also went to the room, there was no one in the living room.

“I asked Mom, and she said Dad was a little strange when he was younger.” The twin-ponytail girl sat down by the stove and said.

“Talks to places where there is nothing, looks at strange books, makes strange moves, pretends to be strange, writes strange characters or paints... etc. ”

“There was no more of these problems, and he himself said that he had been too young to think, and had committed foolishness. But I also like what looks a little strange, and I have some collections, including these pairs of sixes. ”

“Because he valued these collections when he was alive, Mom didn't dispose of them and kept them. ”

“I went to the storage room and thought it was a hassle to move them all out, so I took a picture with my phone. ”

She turned on her phone, pulled out the photo and showed it to Qingshi.