I'm tired, break up

Zongwu high school, cooking classroom.

Fujiwara pushed open the door and walked towards the cooking table he used to.

He made himself a cup of instant coffee, and then, the boy with a cold face sat down on the spot, his brows and eyes drooping, the cooking table and the high pile of ingredients covered his face.

——Everything is according to plan.

From the service department, to the Nakano mansion, and then to the Fujiwara mansion, this route was not because of Fujiwara Yuki's whim yesterday, but because he had already made up his mind.

He went to the service department because he knew that the girl in the service department would never let him down no matter how angry or dissatisfied she was, and she would definitely help him get closer to his target.

He went to Nakano House because he learned from Mr. Maruo that Nakano Nino had taken away a large amount of sleeping pills with the excuse of "everyone has insomnia recently", which made the old father very worried.

He went back to the Fujiwara mansion because it was absolutely safe and no one would disturb him, which was enough for Isshiroyu to calm down. At the same time, the private environment where no one was around could also relax people's vigilance and make people do some normal things. Absolutely dare not do things.

This is the trick.

He bid farewell to Yukinoshita Yukino safely.

The girls of the Nakano family will not be close to him for a short time because of the failure of the plan.

And more importantly, because of the dangers they have experienced together, his goal: Yishiroyu has become close to him without even realizing it. The nose asked me to come to see my parents is the proof.

In psychology, there is a term for this process—the drawbridge effect.

just one thing

Fujiwara Yuki took a sip of coffee, raised his right hand, this time he didn't push his glasses as usual, but touched his cheek for the third time today.

Although he didn't know anything about what happened last night because of the sleeping pills, Fujiwara Yuki could easily analyze the truth based on Isiroha's performance this morning.That girl wasn't good at hiding her emotions from her, or she didn't even think about hiding her emotions from her.

——After he fell asleep, Yi Caiyu, who had a heart but no courage, provided him with a knee pillow for a while, and then kissed him secretly. Well, judging from his performance, it should not be the lips, but the right cheek.

Rao Fujiwara Yuki, when thinking of this incident, he couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

Yes, it is complicated.

How to describe it?It's as if a certain male friend of yours was taken into the boudoir by the girl he likes, and the girl fell asleep unsuspectingly, but the boy only dared to touch her face and hair, and blushed when he accidentally touched his lips with his finger Heart beat all night.

And now, you know about it, and you're silent because of it.

You understand that he did the right thing, but you also understand that he could have done more, and in the end, this choked-up emotion will be brewed into a sincere supplementary knife-"Virgin, you can't fuck, can you?" ?”

Fujiwara Zhi's emotions at this time are so complicated.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the cooking classroom, Fujiwara Yuki raised his head, and met the eyes of a group of students who pushed the door.

As if the pause button was suddenly pressed, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. They stared blankly at Fujiwara Yuki who was sitting in the depths of the cooking classroom. He looked like a herd of deer who had finally reached the water pool, just bowed their heads and prepared to eat. Drinking water, I saw a giant crocodile slowly emerging from the deep water.

"Fujiwara Yuki!?" At this moment, a purple-haired girl stood out from the crowd. She pinched her waist with one hand and yelled at the scumbag man with majestic anger. "Why are you scumbag here?"

"It's me." Fujiwara Yuki nodded to her. "Good morning, Fujibayashi-san."

Then, he cast his gaze behind the girl again. "Good morning, everyone in the cooking club, are you here for club activities?"

There were a few sparse echoes from the crowd,

"Don't call me by my name!" But such a peaceful greeting drew an even more angry stare from the girl. She took out a thick dictionary from the small bag behind her, and weighed it as if to throw it away. "Last night, Mulu was crying for you in his dream! You scum! Why do you still dare to appear in front of me?"

"First of all, I have to correct one point. I arrived at the cooking classroom more than ten minutes ago. If I have to say it, it should be you who appeared in front of me."

In the face of this family member who is suspected of being "the ex-girlfriend's older sister", Fujiwara pushed his glasses away, without the calmness and tolerance he had in front of Isiroyu before.

"In addition, I would like to remind you that Fujibayashi Muku and I have broken up for a long time. Now we are only innocent and legitimate friends. This is the result that both of us agree on. So, Ms. Fujibayashi Xing, can I trouble you to take back what you just said Those words? I don't want the girl I like to misunderstand me because of you. "

"You bastard! It's a shame that I was still like that before." The purple-haired girl gritted her teeth. She was driven mad by the emperor penguin's indifference and unfeelingness. Holding the dictionary, she was about to pounce on him to share life and death with the emperor penguin.

At this moment, a maroon shadow flashed across the crowd, blocking the purple-haired girl back.

"Fujibayashi failed to bake cakes several times today, so she is a little impatient." The girl with beautiful long chestnut hair stood at the front, and she bowed slightly to Fujiwara Yuki. "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Zhijun."

"It's okay." Fujiwara shook his head, he glanced at the chestnut-haired girl, and asked again: "Sister Yuki, I remember I heard the rumors before, shouldn't you have transferred schools at this time? Why would I still See you at Zongwu High?"

"As for the matter of transferring schools, it was not my wish, it was my mother who insisted on going her own way, but now I have convinced her that I will study at Sobu High until graduation, after all." Hearing this, the chestnut-haired girl showed a smile, She glanced this way tenderly. "There's someone I care about here."

The amount of information in this sentence is quite large. If Yi Caiyu was here, he would probably poke the emperor penguin's waist and complain with a teasing face, "Senior, how can we bump into your ex-girlfriend wherever we go?"

Fujiwara pushed his glasses, but didn't answer.

At this time, the atmosphere gradually eased. The chestnut-haired girl waved her hand, and the members behind her poured into the cooking classroom, carrying ingredients, and each occupied the familiar cooking table.

And Fujiwara Yuki also raised his head and drank the last sip of coffee before standing up.

Although it is troublesome to be stared at by his ex-girlfriend and his family members, but now, he still has something to do-just tonight, he has to follow Yi Caiyu to meet her father and mother.

This time, he divided the types of girls he was about to attack into "childhood sweethearts". In Japan, even a ten-year-old kid knows that one of the most important attributes of childhood sweetheart types is "parental approval"!

With a "click", Yuki Fujiwara lit the stove, and the light from the flame illuminated that handsome face.