You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

But seeing how excited she was, Sanjiao Chuxia decided not to pour cold water on her.

"Very talented." He clapped softly.

"Hey hehe, it's just so-so."

Chihaya Aine held the guitar, the corners of her mouth rising uncontrollably, revealing a smile that was so bright that it looked a little silly.

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ps: Update the earliest episode, and try to finish the next chapter of Soyo before 12 o'clock (but I wrote about my birthday before, so this time the content is not about my birthday)

Asking for monthly tickets and blades QWQ~

Chapter 202 Happy Birthday to Ms. Nagasaki Suyo

In the evening at the supermarket, Sanjiao Chuxia stood in front of the fresh produce section, his fingers tapping lightly on the handle of the shopping cart. The light from the refrigerator illuminated his purple eyes, and he was debating whether to make curry or hamburger patties tonight.

Anyway, Triangle Chuhua won’t be coming back for dinner tonight, so it doesn’t matter if I choose food with higher calories.

"summer?"

A gentle voice came from behind, accompanied by the familiar scent of lavender.

He turned around and saw Nagasaki Suyo standing there with a shopping basket. Her beige knitted cardigan was casually open, and the tight light blue dress underneath outlined her figure perfectly. Her plump breasts made the fabric hold up a graceful curve.

"Su Shi?" Sanjiao Chuxia was a little surprised to see him here. "Are you here to buy groceries too?"

Nagasaki Suyo nodded, and as she approached him with the basket, the softness of her chest swayed gently with each step. She glanced at the ingredients in his shopping cart.

"Xia, are you making curry tonight?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'm trying to decide between curry or hamburger."

"As for hamburger patties..." Nagasaki Suyo crossed her arms, her right hand gently supporting her chin. "I know a special way to make it. It uses breadcrumbs and milk..."

Her voice gradually lowered, because she noticed that Sanjiao Chuxia's eyes would occasionally unconsciously drift down to her neck -

The edge of the shopping basket pressed gently against her chest, stretching the fabric of her light blue dress tighter and outlining a curve that would make your heart beat faster.

She subconsciously loosened her arms, causing the shopping basket to sway and the ingredients inside to make slight clattering sounds.

"S-Sorry..." Sanjiao Hatsuxia turned her face away suddenly, her ears red. "Um...bread crumbs, right? I'll get them."

He walked quickly toward the dry goods section, his steps a bit hurried. Nagasaki Suyo stood there, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the handle of the shopping basket. In that moment of eye contact, she clearly saw a flash of panic in Sanjiao Chuxia's violet eyes.

Nagasaki Suyo quietly glanced down at the mark on her chest left by the edge of the shopping basket. A blush spread from the tip of her ear to her collarbone. She thought of those "things boys like in girls" online, and her heart beat faster.

(So ​​Xia also cares about this...)

The thought made her both shy and inexplicably excited. She straightened her back and moved the shopping basket slightly away to smooth out the fabric of her skirt. But the next second, she inexplicably pressed the shopping basket back down, even pretending to adjust the angle.

Not long after, Sanjiao Chuxia came back with a bag of breadcrumbs.

"I found it. Do you need any other ingredients?"

He was breathing slightly, and his voice didn't sound as relaxed as usual.

"Actually..." Nagasaki Suyo suddenly mustered up the courage and twisted the handle of the shopping basket with her fingers. "If Xia doesn't mind...why don't you want to come to my house and make it? I can teach you..."

After she finished speaking, she felt her heart about to jump out of her chest. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Sanjiao Chuxia's expression, and could only stare at her shopping basket.

(Why are you so shy? Xia has come to my house to cook with me before.)

Sanjiao Chuxia was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly: "Sorry to bother you then."

As they walked toward the vegetable section, the atmosphere between them was tense and subtle. Nagasaki Suyo felt her cheeks burning, and she glanced at the boy beside her.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt today, with clear collarbone lines exposed at the neckline, and the muscle lines on his arms pushing the shopping cart were faintly visible.

"You need to buy yellow onions. Yellow onions are sweeter when making hamburger patties."

"I see. I've always used regular onions before," Sanjiao Chuxia noted carefully. "Anything else I should be aware of?"

"Also choose ground meat with a moderate fat content so that the burger meat is juicy."

As she selected the ingredients, she patiently explained, "The breadcrumbs need to be soaked in milk first, so the meat will be softer."

At the cashier counter, when Nagasaki Suyo was taking out money from her wallet, a photo slipped out from the compartment. Sanjiao Hatsuka bent down to pick it up and found that it was a group photo of him, Nagasaki Suyo and Shiina Tatsuki.

This was a photo taken by the three of us on Nagasaki Suyo's birthday last time. I didn't expect that she would actually print it out and put it in her wallet.

"Su Shi..." His fingers gently stroked the edge of the photo.

Nagasaki Suyo's face flushed crimson instantly. She reached out to take the photo back, but in her haste, her fingertips accidentally brushed against Sanjiao Hatsuka's palm. The sensation of that moment stunned both of them.

"I... I just..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's and her eyelashes trembled nervously.

Sanjiao Chuxia gently put the photo back in her hands: "There's nothing to be shy about. It's indeed a good memory."

Although only one month had passed since Nagasaki Motoyo's birthday, so many things had happened in the meantime that this memory had somehow become somewhat distant.

This simple comment made Nagasaki Suyo's heart skip a beat. She carefully put the photo away, her fingers trembling slightly. When the cashier handed her the change, she didn't even notice the coin slipping through her fingers.

When I walked out of the supermarket, the sunset had already dyed half the sky red.

"Let me take it." Sanjiao Chuxia reached out to take the bag from her hand.

Their fingers touched at the handle of the plastic bag, and Nagasaki Suyo could feel the warmth of his palm through the thin plastic bag.

"Thanks……"

She blushed a little and let go of her hand, but the feeling of touch still lingered on her fingertips.

"By the way... Chuhua is not at home today?" Nagasaki Suyo asked softly.

"Xiaochu has work, and sent a message this afternoon saying he won't be back for dinner."

The two walked side by side on the sidewalk under the setting sun. Nagasaki Suyo's hair was gently blown by the evening breeze, occasionally brushing against Sanjiao Chuxia's arm, bringing a faint scent of lavender.

"How's the band doing lately?"

"Well, everyone at Personaction really likes this band." His gaze fell on the distant horizon. "As long as Little Cucumber writes a new song, we can prepare to continue the live performance."

Hearing the tenderness in his tone when he talked about the new band, Nagasaki Suyo felt a pang of bitterness in her chest. She knew that Sanka Hatsuka finally had a new bandmate, and she was now just an ordinary friend.

"Xia..." She suddenly stopped and mustered up the courage to look up at him, "I..."

Sanjiao Hatsuka turned her head, her violet eyes looking particularly deep in the sunset. Nagasaki Suyo looked into those eyes, and all the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat.

"What's wrong?" He tilted his head slightly, the ends of his hair dyed a warm orange-red.

"Nothing..." Nagasaki Suyo forced a smile.

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ps: Happy birthday to Ms. Nagasaki Suyo (CWM schedule doesn’t count as the next day if it’s not 6 o’clock)

ps2: It makes sense that the relationship in Bandoli's world view is bandmates > friends (

Chapter 203: Su Shi: Could it be that...

Nagasaki Suyo's door closed softly behind her with a barely audible click. She bent down and took out the triangular slippers that Hatsuka had worn last time from the shoe cabinet and gently placed them in front of him.

"Thank you." Sanjiao Chuxia took off her shoes and put on slippers.

The living room was the same as it was the last time he came, spacious but particularly deserted.

The kitchen light was soft. Nagasaki Suyo placed her shopping bag on the countertop, a few seconds slower than usual. She unbuttoned her cardigan, revealing a fitted dress underneath, her delicate collarbone barely visible at the neckline.

"First... prepare the ingredients." Her voice was a little vague, and her fingers unconsciously adjusted the already very neat apron laces.

Sanjiao Chuxia nodded and took the ground meat and vegetables out of the bag. As they worked at the counter, their arms occasionally touched, then quickly separated, like two tentative butterflies.

"How finely should you chop the onion?" he asked, picking up the kitchen knife.

"Let me show you."

Nagasaki Suyo stood beside him, so close that he could smell the faint aroma of coffee. Her hand holding the onion was shaking slightly, and the blade made an irregular sound on the cutting board.

Noticing the red tips of her ears, Sanjiao Chuxia asked worriedly, "Su Shi, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay!" She shook her head violently, her hair brushing against his arm. "It's just that the knife is a little blunt. I'll have to buy a new one next time..."

"Let me try." Sanjiao Chuxia naturally reached out to take the almost new kitchen knife in her hand.

However, the moment his hand touched Nagasaki Suyo, she suddenly tightened her grip on the knife handle as if she had been electrocuted.

"No need, I'll do it."

"OK then."

Nagasaki Suyo took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and then skillfully cut the yellow onion into dices.

"Onions are best cut into this size." She pushed the diced onions in front of Sanjiao Chuxia and stole a glance at his face. "If they're too big, they won't be easy to ripen and won't taste good."

Sanjiao Chuxia picked up a few grains with his hands and observed them carefully.

Looking at his actions, Nagasaki Suyo couldn't help but smile.

"You don't have to be so standard. Just cut it roughly based on your feeling."

"……I see."

"Next, mix the breadcrumbs and milk with the minced meat..."

She wiped the knife and put it back on the shelf, then poured the ground meat, breadcrumbs, onions, and milk into a bowl. The milk splashed onto the back of her hand. Sanjiao Chuxia subconsciously wiped away the drop of white liquid with her finger and licked it off.

"..." Nagasaki Suyo blushed and took a step back, pushing the bowl in front of him, "You stir it, Xia."

"okay."

Sanjiao Chuxia took the bowl, the aroma of milk still lingering on his fingertips. He lowered his head to stir the minced meat. Nagasaki Suyo stood by, her eyes unable to help but fall on his slender fingers.

The only sounds in the kitchen were the sticky sound of minced meat being kneaded and the soft breathing of two people.

"No, you have to use force when you rub." Nagasaki Suyo suddenly approached and covered Sanjiao Hatsuka's back with her hand from behind.

"Su Shi?"

"Don't talk, just follow my movements."

She stopped Sanjiao Chuxia from turning back and gently guided his hands to knead the ingredients, allowing them to fully blend. Their hands intertwined in the bowl, the coolness of the meat filling and the warmth of her palms forming a wonderful contrast.

"You have to...knead it like this until it becomes sticky..." Nagasaki Suyo's voice became smaller and smaller, almost becoming a whisper.

Sanjiao Chuxia could feel her chest pressed against his back, the soft warmth of her touch radiating through the thin fabric. Her warm breath brushed against his cheek, carrying a faint scent of lavender, which made him feel a little distracted.

For a moment, the kitchen was filled with an ambiguous silence, with only the sticky sound of the ingredients mixing.

When the meat filling was finally formed, Nagasaki Suyo released her grip and took a step back. She smoothed down her messy hair, her cheeks flushed. "That's about right."

Sanjiao Hatsuka turned around and found that the neckline of her dress had moved slightly down due to her previous movements, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin. He quickly looked away, but heard Nagasaki Suyo's soft laughter.

"Xia Zhen..." She straightened her collar, "What are you looking at?"

"Feel sorry……"

"No need to apologize." She picked up the frying pan beside her, "I'm going to fry it next, so watch carefully."

The following steps were carried out in a strange atmosphere. Sanjiao Hatsuka and Nagasaki Suyo kept a safe distance, but their eyes would occasionally turn from the pot to each other's faces.

As the oil sizzled in the pan, Nagasaki Suyo suddenly asked softly, "Xia...what kind of girls do you like?"

Her eyes were fixed on the hamburger meat in the pot, but her peripheral vision was always paying attention to Sanjiao Chuxia's reaction. Her fingers unconsciously pinched the edge of the spatula, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened a bit.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" He was slightly startled, then tried to respond in a relaxed tone.

Nagasaki Suyo didn't look up, concentrating on pressing the hamburger patty with her spatula. The golden fat formed tiny bubbles around the edge of the patty, making a subtle popping sound.

"Just...curious." Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of cooking. "Just think of it as a casual chat between friends."

Sanjiao Chuxia looked at her profile. The setting sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting tiny golden dots on her eyelashes. A drop of sweat slid down her forehead and disappeared into the hair by her ear.

"As for me... I think I like the gentle and lively type." He said softly, and the image of Toyokawa Shoko unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"But this is just a rough preference. If you really like it, this kind of thing won't matter."

When she thought of her current lover, Sanjiao Hatsuka couldn't help but smile gently.

When she heard the first half of the sentence, Nagasaki Suyo's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the action of pressing the hamburger patty, which was originally focused on, also stopped, as if time had frozen at this moment.