Anime Crossover: The people the Saniwa knows are all over Japan

"Does Marui-kun play tennis? That shot just now was very powerful and accurate, not like something a complete novice would hit."

"Ah, ah, I'm a member of the school's tennis club. I've been playing tennis since I was little." Marui was a little stiff, which made his reaction a little slow.

"I see."

In this world, tennis and basketball are really popular sports. It always feels like every junior high school student I meet is either playing tennis or basketball. There are also an absurd number of basketball and tennis courts on the roadside.

Are students who don't play tennis or basketball still considered junior high school students?

The bird fell into nonsensical thoughts.

"Does Mononobe-san participate in any clubs at school?"

Asuka touched her face, feeling unusually embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "Does going home count?"

These days, it seems like middle school students are starting to talk about clubs?

This is extremely unfriendly to veteran members of the "Going Home" club!

Marui hesitated, "Fine... fine."

Marui-kun, are you going to join the bandwagon of blindly echoing Asuka's every move?!

But how can you say that the Home Return Department doesn't count? (*￣︶￣)

We've arrived.

A shop shaped exactly like a candy store stood in front of Asuka and Marui.

Marui was still regretting that he couldn't say it when Asuka pulled him into the shop.

After the morning delays, the peak period for queuing up to grab limited-edition cakes at Lucky Cake Shop had long passed.

After entering the store, they asked the staff to redeem their vouchers, and then happened to see an empty seat, so they sat down and waited for the cake to be made.

The conversation with Marui was amazing. He knew a lot about cake shops and snack shops that weren't very famous but had delicious cakes and snacks, and he also knew some tips for making cakes.

Although he just said in the previous chapter that he was "not used to being too close to girls" and had been stuttering a bit along the way (just kidding), he becomes a chatterbox once he starts talking about things he is interested in.

The bird, who only knew how to eat and nothing else, was completely bewildered.

Wow...that sounds amazing.

"If Mononobe-san doesn't mind, I can bring some homemade desserts or something next time I come to Tokyo..." Marui's voice grew weaker and weaker, until it was just like a mosquito buzzing.

Fortunately, Asuka has a level 10 hearing ability, so she can still barely hear it.

"I don't mind at all. If it's convenient, I'd love to try Marui-san's cooking."

Yay! We'll see each other again next time!

The chibi version of Marui is transformed into a thin piece of paper, drifting in the wind with a =v= expression.

"Bunta~" A head of fluffy orange hair suddenly popped out from somewhere, followed by a sleepy-eyed face appearing before the two of them. "I want to eat Bunta's desserts too~"

"Ahhh!" Marui was startled. "Jiro, don't suddenly pop out and scare people like that!!"

"No, it's not sudden. I've been sleeping in the shop the whole time ([▓▓])." Jiro rubbed his eyes, barely opening them a little. His orange eyes, the same color as his hair, were clear and pure.

Hmm, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it looks like a sleepy orange sheep.

Ah, but sheep don't come in orange, do they?

These are minor issues. Who wouldn't allow orange sheep to exist in anime?

Cilang, who was presumptuously mistaken for a sheep: Baa baa baa Zzz...

“Ah, I’ve seen you before.” Jiro looked at Asuka and tilted his head. “You’re the incredible girl who jumped down from a three-meter-tall tree and came out unharmed.”

Hey kid, there are too many "it doesn't matter" modifiers!

Feiniao's lips twitched.

"Eh? Mononobe-san is that amazing!" Marui exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

"Huh? Ah."

Asuka, who had absolutely no recollection of the incident, responded meaninglessly.

"I am Jiro Akutagawa of Hyotei~" Jiro was unusually lucid, sitting in the seat next to them, resting his chin on his hands, looking at the two with his bright eyes.

Bunta is a tennis prodigy, and this girl is a martial arts prodigy.

That's right, Jiro mistook Asuka's easy leap from the three-meter-tall tree for martial arts, but even knowing she was being misunderstood, she was too lazy to explain.

How do you explain this? Can you say that you actually possess spiritual power, allowing you to jump from a three-meter-tall tree unharmed and perform parkour on buildings?

However, Asuka, who couldn't read minds, didn't know what Jirou was thinking, and she introduced herself for the second time today.

The three of them had common topics, and Marui was a talkative person who knew how to liven up the atmosphere. With his willingness to engage in conversation, the chat was very lively. Even Jiro, who rarely stayed awake, yawned a little more frequently.

As they chatted, the way dessert lovers addressed each other changed, and they even made plans to go to a cake shop together for dessert next time.

Asuka firmly believes in the proverb "People who like sweets can't be bad people" (actually, she made it up herself).

Jiro, known as the God of Sleep, finally succumbed to the call of the Duke of Zhou (a figure associated with sleep) and fell fast asleep on the table while Asuka and Marui were getting the cake.

"Jiro is asleep (。-w-)." Marui said somewhat dejectedly, "Or rather, he was awake for so long just now, I don't know what kept him going."

"|д)!! So Jiro has the special ability to fall asleep instantly anytime, anywhere?"

Asuka poked Jiro's face.

no response.

He checked his breathing again.

Good, it's warm, the person is still alive.

Marui was amused by Asuka's eccentric behavior; it was the first time he had ever seen someone checking Jiro's breath.

“I know where Cilang’s house is. I’ll take him home.”

In the end, it was his good friend Marui who took on the responsibility.

Asuka gave him a complicated look that seemed to say, "You've worked hard, Bunta. He's still a minor, but he has to take on the responsibility of taking his best friend, who can sleep anytime, anywhere, home."

The two eventually agreed to continue the discussion on LINE.

Marui escorted Jiro home. Asuka took the train to Akihabara, intending to find a gashapon machine shop specializing in O-type IPs and spend a carefree afternoon there.

Next to the gashapon shop was a chain snack store. A tall, purple-haired boy stood at the store entrance. Despite looking lazy and unmotivated, he devoured a Pocky stick in his hand at an alarming speed.

Asuka glanced at the boy instinctively.

Wow, that's so high.

Then I went into the store.

Wait, that person looks like...

With a sudden flash of inspiration, the bird left the shop, stealing a glance.

It's my deskmate, that tall guy who makes Asuka feel inferior (p′︵‵。).

Every time Asuka sees Purple-haired Guy, she feels sad for a second.

Once she was sure it was someone she had seen before, she went back into the store.

As for greeting each other, there's absolutely no need to do that if you don't even know their names.

Asuka's furtive glances were too obvious, and coupled with her actions of entering and leaving the store, Murasakibara had already noticed this famous classmate.

Perhaps she herself didn't realize that she was just as dazzling as Huang Zai.

Realizing he was in a predicament, Murasakibara, munching on a Pocky, also walked into the gashapon machine shop.

Asuka gained a little follower, and all around her were the sounds of delicious sticks dying, but she couldn't be bothered with them and focused on spinning the gashapon machine.

A dozen minutes later, Asuka-sama went berserk.

It wasn't because Murasakibara kept making noise, but because of her bad luck with the gashapon machines.

It's absolutely awful!

Forget about the hidden characters, she can't even pull a complete set of characters! It's one thing to not be able to pull a complete set of characters, but it's really too much to not even pull her own favorites (w`).

Asuka decided to make one last attempt. She put in three coins, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed Murasakibara, who was standing next to her innocently eating snacks, in front of the gashapon machine.

"Purple-haired fungus, my future depends on you, I'll draw your hand this time!"

"Um, could I borrow your phone, Mr. Monobe?"

Murasakibara spoke lazily, mimicking Asuka by twisting the machine a few times.

Feiniao casually hummed a few times, then focused intently on the exit of the gashapon machine.

If she stacks more, she'll go to the next gashapon shop!