I have pure love with them

The hurried knock on the door made Izumi, who was already lying on her bed and reading a light novel titled "Sister's Life", look away from the screen and towards her door.

Just as Quan expected, before he could say anything, the door was pushed open. Ai Ne, who was wearing pajamas, looked nervous and uneasy, with a hint of shyness, and her eyes were roaming around his room.

"Where did you put the clothes you dried today?"

After hearing Aine’s question, Izumi, who was lying on the bed, realized that the other party would not ask this question for no reason.

"She shouldn't be asking me to borrow clothes... She joined a band, not a drama club, so she shouldn't need boys' clothes. If it was Shuangshi... he wouldn't have asked her for such a strange thing. She has her own needs... There shouldn't be any reason for her to ask for washed clothes... So, it's about her... Did she get mixed up with my clothes when she was sorting them out?"

After his thoughts turned around in his mind for a while, Quan thought of the most likely thing, and then slowly sat up from his bed.

"Wait! Just keep lying there and tell me where my clothes are!"

Seeing that Izumi had sat up, Aine, who was still searching for her clothes, suddenly became nervous and raised her hand, indicating that Izumi didn't need to sit up.

"……There."

Faced with such an intense reaction from Aine, Izumi, who had just sat up, lay down again and casually pointed at her closet. Aine's face showed an expression of realization, as if she had just remembered that there was a closet as a place to store clothes. Then she hurriedly walked to Izumi's closet, turned her back to Izumi, and tried to block Izumi's sight with her body.

"..."

Even after blocking it, she kept looking back to observe Izumi's reaction, and Izumi, who had laid down, turned his gaze back to the phone after guessing the purpose of Aine's visit.

Seeing that Quan didn't seem to care much, Aine focused on looking through the clothes Quan had placed in the closet, lifting them up layer by layer. After searching for a while, she saw a familiar color and outline. Her breathing suddenly stopped, and she quickly reached out to pick it up and stuffed it into her arms.

Snapped--

The wardrobe was suddenly closed. She turned her back to Quan and moved little by little to the door of the room. She left Quan's room in a rather strange posture.

"gone back!"

Snapped--

The door was slammed shut all of a sudden, making a loud noise. Quan, who was lying on the bed, glanced towards the door after hearing the sound of the door closing.

"Small underwear?"

If it was any other clothing, I don’t think Aine would have such an awkward reaction.

Looking towards their closets, they saw that their mother, Mrs. Chihaya, was responsible for washing and drying their clothes every day. At night, they would be folded separately and Izumi and Aine would take them back to their rooms. It seemed that something unexpected had happened today.

However, this was not the first time such an accident had happened, so Quan was not surprised. He just looked towards the door for a while, then retracted his gaze and continued reading the content he had not finished.

"I should be able to finish reading both volumes tonight."

……

"Did you do anything last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

Hiroto Shioyama looked at Izumi's face, his gaze resting on his eye sockets.

Although it is not very obvious, a faint black shadow can still be seen, which shows that Quan did not get a good rest last night.

He made a circle with both hands and then placed it in front of his eyes.

Looking at Hiroto Shioyama's actions, Quan also realized it, then reached out and gently rubbed his eyes.

"A little bit."

"What's the problem? Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice."

"How can I marry my sister?"

"..."

Izumi's outspokenness made Hiroto Shioyama stunned for a moment, and then he stared at Izumi with surprise for a while. Not seeing anything wrong on Izumi's face, he nodded slightly.

"Your cousin?"

It was a very reasonable inference. Hiroto Shioyama's rationality made Quan couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

"It's nothing special, just take a short break."

"Today, Goto-san seems to have been paying attention to you the whole time, looking in your direction from time to time. What kind of conflict is going on between you and her?"

Hiroto Shioyama glanced at Goto Ichiri's seat, then looked at Izumi and asked him softly.

"Compared to this, I am more curious about why you are always paying attention to Ayatsuji and Ichiri?"

"...ha~"

Hearing this question, Hiroto Shioyama couldn't help but sigh, looking at Izumi in front of him with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

As a normal adolescent boy, Hiroto Shioyama also has some fantasies of being popular, but when he noticed that the perfect and cute class monitor and the introverted and cute Goto were not paying attention to him, the adolescent boy's heart was broken.

Now, he just wants to see how far the relationship between these two girls and Quan can progress.

Although it may sound a bit bad to think this way, Hiroto Shioyama really wants to see Izumi being rejected by a girl. That way, perhaps his broken heart can be repaired a little.

The complex emotions mixed in the sigh made him feel quite touched. After staring at Hiroto Shioyama in front of him for a while, he was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him.

"Don't take it too seriously. High school romances are not realistic. There will still be opportunities when you get to college."

"No way! What I need is youth! The sweet love in high school!"

Faced with Quan's statement that seemed to confirm that his high school life would be a dark one, he temporarily lost control of his emotions and made his own high school love declaration, but as his voice echoed throughout the class, the entire classroom fell silent.

"..."

The sudden silence made Hiroto Shioyama's body and expression suddenly stiffen, and then his lips trembled slightly. He did not dare to look at the reactions of the people in the classroom. He just lowered his head silently, slowly sat back in his seat, and lowered his head and leaned on the table.

"..."

Looking at Hiroto Shioyama lying on the table, Quan felt a little pity for him. After today, he should have completely lost the right to choose his partner in the classroom.

"That's not necessarily the case. If there is someone who likes him, after he declares his love, someone will probably confess to him."

To be honest, Hiroto Shioyama is taller than most people of his age, has a good figure, and has a sunny and handsome face. It would be strange if no girls like him. But it is indeed a bit strange that no one has confessed to him until now.

"Is it because of me?"

Staring at Hiroto Shioyama sitting at the table in front of him, Quan gently stroked his chin and fell into thought.

Just like boys will pay attention to the prettiest one among a group of girls, girls should also care more about the most eye-catching one among boys.

Perhaps it was a bit narcissistic, but Quan felt that his scores should be a little higher than Hiroto Shioyama's in all aspects, so it was not surprising that the other party's brilliance was overshadowed by his own.

'If he still doesn't have a girlfriend after graduating from college, I'll try to introduce her to a rich woman to make up for him.'

Quan doesn't have many resources with rich women now, but he thinks that in the future, as long as he practices medicine, he will always have the opportunity to come into contact with some high-quality rich women. At that time, he will give Hiroto Shioyama a chance to inherit the rich woman's property one year after marriage!

Hiroto Shioyama, who was feeling ashamed of his inappropriate remarks just now and thought that he might have lost the right to choose a spouse for three years, suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by some weirdo. He couldn't help but raise his head and look around the classroom.

At this moment, not many people in the classroom paid attention to him.

'illusion? ’

……

[I'm at home, come to Roppongi to see me.]

After asking Ms. Nagasaki if she had time, I received a reply from her that she was at home.

"Are you going to Shuangshi's house?"

Today, Nagasaki Souyo should be having a band activity with Aine and the others, so he is most likely not at home. It was just that Izumi went to Souyo's house alone, and he was facing Souyo's mother, which made him feel a little hesitant.

Even though he had met Ms. Nagasaki many times, Quan still felt a little worried about getting along with elders.

"Go."

But he had already made an appointment with the other party, and the other party had already issued an invitation, so he had no reason to refuse.

After thinking for a while, Izumi set off for Roppongi in the minato area.

After arriving in Roppongi, he walked along a quiet and peaceful path and slowly came to the bottom of the Shuang family's apartment building. He raised his head slightly and looked at the towering apartment building. A look of emotion emerged in Quan's eyes.

When you come to the port area at night, you will see bright lights and bustling scenes, but during the day, this area is not as lively as Shinjuku and Shibuya.

"It may also be because it is a wealthy area."

After standing at the entrance for a while, Izumi walked slowly into the hall. After contacting Ms. Nagasaki first, Izumi easily entered the elevator and came to the Nagasaki's apartment. When he walked slowly into the hall, Ms. Nagasaki was rarely wearing loose home clothes. She was leaning quietly on the sofa, gently holding the wine glass, and the red wine was swaying gently in it.

"It's been a while since we last met, Izumi."

"Yes."

"Since I met you, this is the first time I've seen you look so reserved. Please sit down first. Can you drink?"

Seeing Izumi coming into the living room in a polite manner, Ms. Nagasaki asked him to sit down first. Then she looked at him curiously and asked a question.

"According to the law, you are not allowed to drink alcohol until you are 20 years old."

"You mean yes?"

After hearing what Izumi said, Ms. Nagasaki's gaze fell on Izumi's face, her eyes seemed a little surprised, and facing her gaze, Izumi, who was sitting opposite her, showed a gentle smile, neither admitting nor denying.

Ms. Nagasaki looked at the young man sitting opposite her, but she did not pour wine for Izumi or urge him to drink.

Although in such a private space, it would not be a big deal if she let Quan drink a little alcohol, but if this matter were to be known by others and it was really pursued... it would be quite troublesome.

"I thought you were with Shuangshi and the others. I've talked to Shuangshi about it before. Quan, you can play some musical instruments, right?"

"Yes, I do know a little, but I'm not a member of their band. If I frequently show up at their band's activities, it will only bring unnecessary trouble to Shuangshi and the others. It's better for both sides to keep some distance when it's not necessary."

Ms. Nagasaki, who was drinking, smiled faintly after hearing what Quan said, but did not make any comment.

Putting down the wine glass, she slowly stood up.

"Wait a moment, the document you want is in the study. I'll get it for you."

"It's troublesome."

"No, just a little thing."

Ms. Nagasaki stood up and walked slowly towards the study under Quan's gaze. After a moment, she returned to the living room and handed a bag of documents to Quan.

"This file bag contains the operation and debt situation of the 'Fox One' store that you asked me to investigate."

Reaching out to take the file bag handed to him by Ms. Nagasaki, Izumi looked at Ms. Nagasaki in front of him.

"Look."

Ms. Nagasaki felt that the boy in front of her was quite well-behaved due to Quan's gaze that seemed to be asking for his opinion. He was a bit like a company employee who had worked in an office for a while and knew what was considered proper. He did not have the spirit of a young man at all, which made Ms. Nagasaki purse her lips and smile as she returned to her original seat.

He raised his glass and lowered his gaze to the young man.