The Coercion of Scum

"Then I'll hang up."

"Hehe, just give you a chance to hang on to me..."

While I was talking with a smile like this, a nonchalant voice pierced us abruptly.

"Senior Zhu, what were you laughing at? I'm so hungry if I don't talk about that."

"——!!!"

Jasmine's face tightened immediately after she calmed down.

And I also cried out something bad in my heart.

"You have—"

"I'm hanging up first, the meat is going to burn!"

Without waiting for Jasmine, who was a little anxious, to say anything, I cut off the communication forcibly.

Hehehe, at this time, just hang up the phone according to her original plan. Anyway, according to Jasmine's extremely strong self-esteem, she will never ask, after all, if she cares about me, it means she loses... ...Huh? Why would I consider so much of Jasmine's thoughts? Maybe she hates me so hard that I don't care what I do.

Thinking of this possibility, I reluctantly shook my head.

Excessive self-awareness is not a good thing. It can make people feel narcissistic. I always feel that I have passed the period when I feel that everyone has a good impression of me.

Turning my head, I looked at Sydney.

She showed an expression that something bad happened, and opened her mouth slightly.

"I, shouldn't I show up?"

"No."

"But, did the senpai just make a video call with someone?"

"This is true."

"Ah, ah, ah, sorry, sorry, someone who obviously has a girlfriend, but brought other girls home, what if Senior Sister Jasmine finds out! I'm sorry, sorry, I really didn't intend to ruin the senior's relationship!"

She panicked immediately, and ran to me tremblingly, lowering her head continuously, and if she didn't stop her, she would kneel on the spot.

Before she bowed next time, I made a quick shot like this and bounced at her forehead again.

"it hurts!"

"You can calm down this way."

"I, I've always been very calm, but Mr. Zhu, your face is very bad, so I think I'm too much..."

Is my face bad?

When she said that, I put my hand in doubt on my face and touched it. It was a bit stiff, but it shouldn't get in the way.

"You think too much, it's time for dinner."

I calmly interrupted and returned the subject to dinner.

Turning on the rice cooker and the pot, I filled two plates of curry beef rice with two plates, and brought them to the table.

"Here, eat."

"Wow! Did the senior do it himself? This wife is too amazing!"

Sydney's expression has changed from moved to admiration, and she sighed and exhaled, obviously looking really hungry and thirsty. But this is also normal. After all, it is a bit late at this time. She has been using her brain to write novels before, and it is estimated that the physical consumption is quite large.

"Well, please try to eat as much as possible. There is still left in the pot."

"Can someone like me really enjoy the senior's cooking?"

She inserted a spoon into the rice, hesitated for a while, and glanced at me secretly.

I flicked her forehead back to her.

"I've said it all, stop talking nonsense."

"Ah, ah, good!"

Sydney hurriedly clutched her forehead, and began to immerse herself in the meal with lingering fears.

"Ah, it's delicious!"

After just a few mouthfuls, she frankly smiled like a sunny face. Maybe she really thought it was delicious. After all, I don’t think this kind of person who doesn’t look at people’s faces and feels sorry for themselves doesn’t have deep thoughts. .

At the same time, I took a mouthful of rice with a spoon and put it in my mouth. I spoke to Sydney.

"So, how is your novel written?"

"Ah, although there was no inspiration at the beginning, but because of the requirements of the senior, I integrated all the necessary elements together, so just one element can be written like a propositional composition, and the integration of multiple elements can simply be written. It's a novel!"

She licked the curry paste on her lips with her tongue and told me with a happy look.

"Oh, all right."

I responded lightly, then lowered my head and continued to eat.

It's really a wonderful situation, eating with school girls or something. Of course, because our relationship is not very familiar, and the status is obviously not equal, now she is more like a guest, or a puppy picked up by the roadside.

"Ah, Senior Bamboo..."

Halfway through the meal, she hesitated for a while, but suddenly stopped me.

"what's up?"

I tilted my head casually and saw a touched and complicated expression on Sydney's lovely face.

"You, you are so kind to me."

"It's just an ordinary way of hospitality, after all, I called you to my house."

Cough, calm and calm, although the seniors have always been called so happy in my heart, but this is the majesty of the elders and should not be too approachable. In fact, is this the burden of idols?

"It's worthy of being a senior. It's really good. Even the idea of ​​writing novels is easy to come by. It's completely different from someone like me..."

Seeing her suddenly lowered her head in depression, I could only think helplessly.

This person is really frustrated. This is not good.

"Sydney, come here."