Zongman: Dream with me

"You really know how to give me a hard time."

Looking at Mashiro who was painting seriously, Yukinoshita said to Muyou somewhat helplessly, because she didn't know how to explain to Mashiro what love is.

She doesn't have many friends and her relationship with her family is not very good, let alone the relationship between men and women.

The other members also understood Mashiro's thoughts. She was preparing for the rookie award, but her submission was rejected the last time she participated, which is why she came up with the idea of ​​learning from Muyou.

"Aren't Kaoru and Arima-san a couple? Maybe they can provide some inspiration."

Yuigahama suggested.

"May I?"

"Of course, I can, but this story might be a bit long, so maybe next time."

Everyone then realized that it was getting late and today was already Friday. Time flew by so fast.

It was still under the sunset, but unlike usual when he was alone, Mu You was now surrounded by two very cute girls. Qiong took Mabai and kept some distance from Mu You, and the two seemed to be whispering to each other.

The light shines through the pure white or golden hair, and the shining brilliance in between makes Mu You feel dazed. The picture of the two childhood sweethearts walking home together under the sunset is so nostalgic.

"Yu."

Perhaps they had finished whispering, and they both stopped at the same time, waiting for Mu You to catch up, and then walked home side by side.

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At night, I was couch surfing and warned Goto Ichiri not to try to avoid working by catching a cold. It was really funny to see him admit and apologize at the speed of light.

At this moment, the door of a room opened.

"What's wrong, Mashiro? Qiong is still in the shower. You'll have to wait a while."

"Yuu, come with me."

Mu You didn't understand why, but he followed her anyway. This was his first time stepping into Mashiro's room. Although Qiong urged Mashiro to tidy it up from time to time, it was still a mess. There were messy drawings everywhere, and paint was scattered on the walls, embellishing the pure white girl's room.

Zhenbai pointed to his bed and asked Mu You to sit, then walked towards Mu You. Then he pushed Mu You down and started to tear off his clothes.

"Wait, Mashiro, what are you doing?"

"I want to try what love is. You is a model."

"Then why are you pulling my clothes?"

"That's what the picture book says."

"What kind of picture book are you looking at? Clothes are fine, but pants are not allowed... Wait, what are you doing? Don't take off your clothes!"

Mu You was shocked by Mabai's actions. After a flurry of activity, he was unable to push her down on the bed. He ignored the fact that his upper body was naked and looked into Mabai's eyes.

Zhenbai glanced at his pinned arm and said calmly, "Mu You can't help but treat me like a woman?"

Mu You looked at her red eyes that were like gemstones, so crystal clear that he could even see his own reflection in them.

So beautiful and without any emotion.

Mu You couldn't help but let go of his hand and rolled to the side.

"No, not really."

This was what happened to him. At that moment, he really had an urge to kiss this cute and clingy pet girl who was as cute as a cat.

But at the last moment, he gave up. He knew that Mashiro might not care, but she might accidentally reveal it, and then Qiong would know, and then...boom!

"Did You just want a kiss?"

"......Yeah." Mu You was silent for a while and chose to answer truthfully.

"Then why give up?"

"......have no idea."

"lie!"

Mashiro turned over and sat on top of Muyou, pressing her hands on Muyou's abdominal muscles. Her long golden hair was a little messy after the play. From this angle, Mashiro could clearly tell the difference between Mashiro and Qiong. The bigger ups and downs might be because she was heavier than Qiong.

And Mashiro also looked down at Mu You condescendingly.

"Yuya is easily stained with other colors..."

“???” What are you talking about?

"When in the classroom, You always likes to sleep and doesn't like to talk, so his color is dark blue; in the music room, You likes to laugh, so his color is gold; when he talks to Qiong and Yukino, his color is a different color.

Now Yuu has taken on my color again..."

As he spoke, Mashiro leaned down seriously and sniffed it, as if to verify what he said.

Well, Mu You didn’t think this was called being contaminated. This was called saying one thing to one person and another thing to another person. But Mu You was still surprised by what Mabai said next.

"Yuu is conflicted."

It was like a sharp blade that pierced into the heart of this alien being named Mu You, cutting through the layers of fog and masks on the outside. The stinging feeling told him that Mabai was not wrong.

“You is sometimes very nice, buying me a Baumkuchen. But you are sometimes very mean, not letting me draw and even shutting down my computer…”

Uh, could it be because it’s really too late, and if I don’t sleep now I won’t be able to get out of bed the next day?

"You clearly wanted to kiss me, but you gave up and even lied to me."

"Uh, that's how you know."

Zhenbai held Muyou's face with both hands, took off the red-framed glasses he usually wore, revealed the gentle eyes underneath, and said in a firm tone:

"Because Yuu right now is my color."

Mu Youdun felt his mouth dry. He could feel his heartbeat quickening at that moment, hormones surging in his young body. He swallowed and said inexplicably:

"That's really white..."

"like."

As if they had telepathy, Mashiro kept staring at Mu You's eyes, watching his gaze gradually widen.

"You who draws with me, You who teaches me to sing, You who feeds me Baumkuchen, You who is in the classroom, You who is in the music room, and You who I want to kiss but don't, I like them all."

The girl's words were sincere and convincing, yet naive and ignorant. Perhaps Mashiro herself didn't realize how much misunderstanding these words would cause to others.

Her liking is really just liking.

"Thank you, Mashiro."

"Do you like me, then?"

"Of course, I mean, I like it."

"Mu You wants to be my boyfriend?"

"no......."

"What are you doing!" Qiong's incredulous voice came from outside the door.

The two looked over and saw Qiong, who was wearing a yukata, looking coldly at Mu You, who was being pressed down by Mashiro and was shirtless.

At that moment, Mu You even thought about how to write his suicide note.

According to the usual practice, You would help Qiong blow dry her hair after she took a shower, but when Qiong came to the living room with steam in her mouth, she found that You was gone. She felt something was wrong and couldn't find anyone in his room. She hurried to Mashiro's bedroom and saw this scene.

"Qiong, I think I can..."

"you shut up!"

Qiong's eyes were still fixed on Mu You, who lay beneath Mashiro, steam still rising from her body. She felt betrayed, a double betrayal from both her family and her pet. Besides anger, she felt helpless.

If these two were really together, what would she do? At that moment, Qiong seemed to have seen a little boy who looked very similar to You calling her "Auntie" in a crisp voice...

Unfortunately, Mashiro didn’t understand what Qiong was thinking, so she got up from Mu You’s body.

"Qiong, you came at the right time." Mashiro pointed at Mu You without changing his tone.

"Sit on it."

"what?"

Qiong's thoughts were scattered by Mashiro's words, and for a moment she didn't understand what Mashiro meant.

"I need a model, Kyon, to sit on Mashiro."

".....oh."

When Qiong approached, he found that Mu You had closed his eyes and was lying there like a corpse, letting the two men do whatever they wanted.

"what happened?"

Qiong was still a little cold. Seeing that someone ignored him, he raised an arm.

"Ah!" Mu You opened his eyes wide. Is this guy addicted to biting people? But thinking about what happened just now, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"Nothing, Mashiro wants me to be a model."

"Then why are you taking off your clothes?"

“Because I’m a model.”

After drawing a few strokes, Zhenbai returned and said to Qiong, "Qiong should take off his clothes too."

"What on earth are you drawing?" Mu You was stunned. Could it be that this little girl was tricked by someone into returning the notebook?

"What does it look like when a boy and a girl are in love?" Mashiro tilted his head and added, "Kyou told me."

"..." Mu You looked at Qiong and saw that he was obviously stunned for a moment, then a blush crept up from his neck to his cheeks, and at the same time he shifted his gaze.

Mu You was about to say something when Qiong interrupted him with a peremptory argument: "Ah—it's not me! This is all You's fault!"

"......"