I Didn't Open the Harem, What Did I Do Wrong?

"Puff~! Puchi..."

Shinomiya Kaguya, who was still a bit appetizing, came over and almost laughed out loud after seeing these replies, but thinking about counting on Ai Hayasaka, Shinomiya Kaguya held back.

"This guy... Baga! Straight man!"

Even someone like Ai Hayasaka couldn't help complaining a few times.

【That... is me, Hayasaka Ai. 】

[It turned out to be Hayasaka, I didn't notice. 】

【Is there a problem? 】

[Actually, I work as a maid at Shinomiya’s house, and when I chatted with Shinomiya-san, I happened to talk about the school festival. She was worried about how to contact you tomorrow without your line, so I was wondering whether to push Mu-san’s your line give her? 】

【It turned out to be this matter...】

Muzi, who was doing her homework, remembered what happened in the afternoon, and felt that she didn't know how to face Shinomiya Kaguya now.

[Then I will trouble you, Hayasaka. 】

【ok (^_?)☆ 】

Putting down the phone, Kaguya Shinomiya couldn't be happier by her side, her red jade-like eyes stared at her flickeringly, Ai Hayasaka rubbed her eyebrows and hurriedly pushed Mu Zidu's line to her.

"If it's okay, I'll go take a shower."

"Uh-huh."

Kaguya Shinomiya, who was staring at the phone screen, was very realistic and didn't even look up.

Chapter 130 Six Choices

[Then let's meet at Sanriyue Square tomorrow at eight o'clock, shall we? 】

[Well, see you tomorrow. 】

Excitedly, Kaguya Shinomiya turned off her phone and lay herself on the bed. The comfortable mattress made her feel relaxed. After opening the line and searching for a long time, she hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When the bathroom door was roughly opened, Hayasaka Love knows its few quiet moments.... gone.

"Hayasaka, why can't I see Muzidu's line dynamic~?"

Reluctantly pulling on a bath towel, Ai Hayasaka complained:

"It would be nice to have a line on your six or seven-year-old Nokia phone. How do you think this phone can scan feeds?"

"Then what should I do~ I finally added it to his line, it would be too much if I can't watch the news, please find a way~!"

"I know, I know~!"

Already feeling that her eldest lady was hopeless, Ai Hayasaka gave up struggling, and Ai Hayasaka, who got up from the bathroom and wrapped herself in a white towel, led the way.

"Let's go, I'll use the computer to log in to your line, anyway, if I don't do it, you will never know how to use the computer."

After Hayasaka Ai finished operating, she finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Shinomiya Kaguya immersed in the various movements of Muzidu, and went back to the bathroom to pick up the white towel and lie down in the comfortable and warm bath again.

"Morning~Saka~! Come and see!"

"Whoo~~~!"

"It's okay, calm down..."

Ai Hayasaka took a deep breath, holding back the anger in her heart and got up again to go back.

"what happened?"

"This! Why is this girl so close to Mu Zidu?"

"This person is called Tongzaki Qianji, and the others in this photo are friends of Mu Zidu."

"Even friends are too close!"

"I don't know that either."

"Didn't you, Hayasaka, keep saying that you want to attack? Why don't you even know this bit of information?"

The string called reason is crumbling, Ai Hayasaka said angrily:

"I'm a god again, why do I have to know about him? And Kaguya, you are too annoying, can't you work hard on your own, how can you take revenge if you only rely on me for everything!"

After venting angrily, Hayasaka Ai closed the door and went to the bathroom and locked the bathroom door again.

Lying down in the boiling hot water again, Hayasaka Ai's whole spirit was relaxed, and she said to herself with a little regret:

"Isn't that a little too much?"

Thinking of this, a message from Line rang on the phone on the side, thinking it was a message from Mu Zidu, Ai Hayasaka hurriedly turned on the phone.

Contact: Kaguya Shinomiya

[Hasaka Baga, Baga, Big Baga! 】

After sending it out, an angry emoji was added later, morning shift, I remember that I taught her this kind of thing two days ago.

"This guy....."

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