My youth romance is always confusing

Reviewing is more boring than I thought.

But compared to the study courses at hand, I care more about the gazes coming from the door from time to time.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Yuigahama's mother suddenly rushed in with some tea and snacks when Yukinoshita stopped writing.

Well, that should be it, parents care about their children’s social circle.

However, it was still a relatively new experience for me, because I had never had any experience as either the inviter or the invitee before.

Besides, not to mention me, even Komachi has never brought friends back to her home.

So sometimes extroverts are not necessarily omnipotent.

Of course, Komachi must have had the experience of visiting other people's homes more than once.

Damn, there can’t be any boys here. I’ll go back and ask them indirectly.

"Xiaoxue has worked hard, and so has Xiaoqi."

Just as I was daydreaming, a white hand suddenly stretched out in front of me.

I looked around subconsciously.

Yuigahama's mother's appearance is indeed well maintained, and judging from her skin, there is no sign of heavy labor at all.

It can even be said that there are almost no traces of labor left.

That's true. People who can live here basically don't engage in heavy physical labor.

Although I haven't studied it in detail, the housing prices here are probably around 30 to 40 million yuan per unit.

Don’t ask me why I know this so clearly, because the price of my single-family house is roughly the same.

A single-family house has its advantages, and an apartment has its advantages.

But for me, a single-family house is more suitable for me.

Although I am just living in it and do not have the property rights of the house.

But based on personal preference alone, I would still choose a single-family house.

However, because my family bought the single-family house very early, the decoration style is basically a legacy of the previous era.

But because of this, Miyue felt almost no alienation when she came to our house, because the decoration of her hometown was in the same style.

But Yuigahama's apartment is different. The decoration style of this apartment is very trendy.

Although they are products of the same price, when I walk from the entrance to the bedroom, I feel like it is a collision between two eras.

The apartment is amazing.

If I am kicked out of my home and become independent in the future, I also want to live in an apartment.

Of course, that's assuming I live alone....but if Komachi comes to visit once in a while, I'd be happy to welcome her.

This is just a brother's care for his sister, don't think of it in the wrong way.

"Thank you."

After taking the tea, I subconsciously took out a biscuit and put it in my mouth.

The crispy texture mixed with just the right sweetness spreads in your mouth...

"good to eat."

Dim sum of this quality can definitely be sold outside.

Even the woman Yukinoshita expressed her sincere admiration after tasting it.

“It’s really, really good.”

This was no polite remark. As an experienced culinary expert, she knew a thing or two about the making of various desserts, but she could still tell the quality of the dessert in front of her.

But because of this, she felt even more weird.

How on earth could a lady like this raise a cooking idiot like Ms. Yuigahama?

"Ala... I didn't expect to get such high praise. If you like it, please eat more. There is still a lot."

Yuigahama's mother held her cheeks, her face full of happiness and smile.

Hey, the whole person has turned into a neon light on the street. Is it possible that some special effects have been added?

I subconsciously turned my head away, trying my best to block the dazzling light from my sight.

Housewife, so dangerous!

"mom!"

But like a young animal that has begun to develop a sense of territory, Yuigahama felt a little ashamed of her mother's sudden and repeated harassment.

After all, no high school student likes to be watched by his parents when he is hanging out with his friends.

But one thing to note is, leaving aside Yukinoshita, my words are just to make up the numbers.

So I didn’t feel too deeply about this feeling of shame.

"Ala, don't be so rude in front of your friends."

"Okay, okay, get out now, we still have to study!"

I have to say that for students, "studying" is the best excuse.

When all actions are justified by this reason, they will seem extremely legitimate.

Yuigahama pushed his mother out of the bedroom, locked the door, then leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Yukino couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She finally understood where Yuigahama's clinginess came from.

Like mother, like daughter.

"Auntie is really... energetic."

Yukino considered her words for a long time.

"Ahaha... Mom just likes to join in the fun, ignore her, let's continue."

With the interlude of Yuigahama's mother, the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed.

The sounds of flipping books and reading papers came one after another.

Not long after, Yukinoshita suddenly stood up and glanced at me with no emotion in her eyes.

"It's your turn."

"Oh."

I actually don't hate this kind of work-style command.

After all, clear instructions are better than vague ones.

I looked at the time and the hands of the clock on the wall pointed to seven.

Although my parents are the type of people who raise children freely, they will still occasionally ask about my life if they don't see me.

Well, occasionally.

But they both get home from get off work usually after 10:30 every day, so as long as I can get back before that time, it will be fine.

But the most likely thing is...even if I didn't rush back, the two of them would probably think that I was asleep in the room, so they wouldn't knock on my door at all, let alone realize that I wasn't at home.

As long as Komachi keeps her mouth shut, I think I could wander around outside for a week without being discovered by those two.

From this perspective, it seems that I have mastered the ninja's art of invisibility.

That's awesome, me.

I was responsible for explaining Chinese and some history to Yuigahama. After all, these were the only things I could show off so as not to embarrass myself in front of that woman Yukinoshita.

Of course, I am also weak in mathematics, but since I had already declared my intention to go to higher education early on, the teachers seemed to have gradually relaxed their attitude towards mathematics.

Well, definitely not a complete disappointment.

"In general, these are things that are very likely to appear in exam questions."

"Eh? All of them?!"

Looking at the red-marked textbook in front of her, Yuigahama couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and the bun-like hairstyle on her head trembled again and again.

To Yuigahama, those red-stained characters looked like magma flowing in hell, eroding her spirit every second.