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Naruzawa Kaede stretched, and behind him, Toyokawa Shoko rubbed her face to make sure she wasn't swollen from sleeping too much. She stood behind Naruzawa Kaede and spoke in a loud voice.

"Feng, if you didn't sleep well, let's go downstairs. I'll give you a lap pillow~"

"Toyokawa Shoko, get off Kaede!"

"Feng's shoulders are sore, can't I massage them?"

Narusawa Kaede removed Toyokawa Shoko's hand and then pulled Yamada Ryo up, clasping their hands together.

"It's cold. What's in the fridge?" "It's all prepared in advance. Go ahead and make it."

"Sigh~ Should I go?" Toyokawa Shoko asked.

“Then I want to come too.” Yamada Ryo nodded.

"You two don't want the kitchen to explode, do you? Then just wait patiently for your meal!"

*

This is how a weekend day should be spent.

I had a scare but nothing happened this morning.

Yamada Ryo will most likely go take a nap.

Toyokawa Shoko didn't work. When she was at her apartment, she would occasionally do housework and cook, but only a few times. Most of the time, she was snuggled up to Narusawa Kaede.

Mingze Feng sings, Xiangzi accompanies him; Mingze Feng plays the piano, Xiangzi writes the score; Mingze Feng practices, Xiangzi listens.

Naruzawa Kaede took out his phone and re-uploaded the recorded song to his registered account. From the beginning, all his songs were posted in both Japanese and Chinese. The account, registered two weeks ago, already had several thousand followers.

Although she was at Yamada Ryo's house, after sleeping there last night, Toyokawa Shoko felt as comfortable as if she were at home. If it weren't for the strong underfloor heating in the room, she would have wanted to hug each other and snuggle up together.

Faced with repeated provocations, Yamada Ryo spent the whole morning holding back a huge tantrum.

When she returned home in the afternoon, Naruzawa Kaede was still practicing the piano in the basement, while Toyokawa Shoko was preparing lunch, humming the tune from the rooftop from the previous night.

Yamada Ryo called Shoko to the living room.

Although Toyokawa Shoko didn't know what Yamada Ryo was planning to do, she sat up straight, and Yamada Ryo followed suit.

Yamada Ryo slowly took his coat out of the plastic bag he was carrying.

It was a stack of money, and another stack.

"This stack is worth 100,000."

"A total of fifty stacks."

"Take these, and then never show your face in front of me and Feng again."

Yamada Ryo knew this was probably useless; she was just sickened by the sweetness of the whole morning, so she was going to make the other person sick too.

The grudges from the previous night and morning were settled on the spot, and the revenge was taken immediately.

Yamada Ryo: "Kaede told me your story, don't get me wrong, the kind without names, but it's too easy to guess. But he didn't tell you my story with him, did he?"

Yamada Ryo raised her eyebrows smugly. She still remembered how Toyokawa Shoko and she had been trying to gather information at the Flot store that day.

Looking at the money on the table, Toyokawa Shoko realized that even if the money were laid out in several bundles, it would only be a few centimeters high. Five million yen would take an employee a year to earn without eating, drinking, or commuting. In Toyokawa Shoko's previous job, it would have taken three or four years.

Toyokawa Shoko remained unmoved. On one hand, she neither needed nor desired the money; on the other hand, she was no stranger to this amount of money.

In the past, the youngest daughter of the Toyokawa family didn't care whether the unit of money was ten thousand or a thousand.

Toyokawa Shoko was thinking about what to have for lunch. She and Yamada Ryo had the same idea, but Yamada Ryo was unaware of it.

On the contrary, Xiangzi's silence made Yamada Ryo unexpectedly feel that there was actually an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"With this money, you can continue your studies or do more of what you want to do."

When the time came, it wasn't Yamada Ryo's father who paid money to let them go, but Yamada Ryo himself.

Toyokawa Shoko waved her hand, "That's too stingy."

"The last old guy I saw kicking people out quoted a figure of 16 billion."

As for whether it was Japanese yen or US dollars, Toyokawa Shoko couldn't remember. But she knew that numbers could crush some people, but not others.

Numbers can be good or bad, and so can people.

Toyokawa Shoko felt that neither Narusawa Kaede nor she were bad people.

Chapter 71 Now that things have come to this, whatever Hiroi Kikuri does is entirely within expectations.

The time before and after meals was spent bragging. At least Yamada Ryo thought that she and Toyokawa Shoko were bragging, otherwise, who could casually pull out 16 billion yen?

After dinner on the weekend, with the harsh winter outside, there was little desire to go out. Luckily, Yamada Ryo had a collection of over a dozen new movies—Interstellar, Lost, and others. While searching for a film, Yamada Ryo enthusiastically imagined the scenes that would unfold. Wearing his pajamas and wrapped in a blanket, he curled up on the sofa and stretched his legs onto Narusawa Kaede's lap.

The only difference between what Yamada Ryo had anticipated and what was different was that there were now three people on the sofa, and three people under a blanket, which was honestly a bit small.

Embracing someone on both sides is not easy for either of them. Resting their head on someone's shoulder actually requires neck strength, and if they rest it on someone's chest, their heads will touch.

When Yamada Ryo and Toyokawa Shoko bumped into each other, Narusawa Kaede's back was in real trouble. Thankfully, neither girl brought up the topic of "who loves me more, her or me?"; instead, they were seriously discussing the movie's plot.

Yamada Ryo slid down quickly and rested her head on Narusawa Kaede's lap. She met Toyokawa Shoko's gaze, and her hand, which had been pinching Narusawa Kaede's waist, moved to his thigh instead.

Toyokawa Shoko hoisted her onto his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against Narusawa Kaede's ear.

At this moment, the only scent that could be smelled was the shower gel that Toyokawa Shoko had just used after taking a shower, and the same was true for Yamada Ryo.

It's so itchy from rubbing against it.

"Isn't it comfortable?"

Crispy and numb.

The pants were thin, and when Yamada Ryo's cool hand pinched the spot, and Toyokawa Shoko's cool hand reached into her back, all she could feel was her skin tightening and contracting.

Unable to watch this movie any longer, Mingze Feng, unwilling to give up, plans to show "Abyss" next time.

In the afternoon, Toyokawa Shoko went to Starry to work.

Narusawa Kaede took Yamada Ryo to Sick Hack. Yamada Ryo got an autograph from Hiroi Kikuri, signing her name on the same bass guitar she bought. Later, as a loyal fan, she saw everyone practicing.

After practicing with the hackers for an afternoon and agreeing to meet again the next day, Mingze Feng heard that Shimizu Eliza was planning to return to England next week.

Eliza Shimizu is only going back to visit before Christmas.

Kikuri Hiroi was still expressing her reluctance to part ways.

However, in Naruzawa Kaede's opinion, Hiroi Kikuri just couldn't live without Shimizu Eliza's big breasts. When she was tired from practicing or was scolded, Shimizu Eliza's side was Hiroi Kikuri's fixed refuge.

That night, Yamada Ryo returned home. At the ScikHack dinner, Hiroi Kikuri got drunk. Iwashita Shima also had some alcohol on her plate but didn't drive, and Shimizu Eliza's face was flushed.

After some deliberation, the group decided that Mingze Feng would take Shimizu Eliza back, since it would be on the way, and he would then go back to Yamada Ryo's place.

The last few people were traveling together. They originally planned to rest nearby after getting drunk, but they ended up taking a walk and chatting together. As they walked, Eliza Shimizu and Shima Iwashita arrived home.

Shima Iwashita and Eliza Shimizu both agreed that Kikuto Hiroi was very strong when drunk, and also acted out, making her difficult to take care of.

I'll leave it to Mingze Feng to guide me.

If you can't stand it, you can just hand her over to the police and let her spend the night in the police station.

"Hehehe... Little brother, lift your head and jump for your big sister~"

[Little Maple's chin, hehe...]

She was truly drunk; she was intoxicated by alcohol.

"You didn't drink that much this time either."

She drank far less than usual, and her infatuated behavior was far more outrageous than usual. Perhaps she was suppressing her temper, but now that they were alone together and both had been drinking, she felt more relaxed.

"But I have my little brother with me, little brother~"

If you touch me again, I'll throw you in the police station.

Naruzawa Kaede shoved Hiroi Kikuri's groping hands away, hooked Hiroi Kikuri's arm around his shoulder, and helped her walk towards the station.

Although we stayed close to each other the whole way, it was winter and we were all wearing thick clothes. My only feeling was that it was really tiring to carry someone on my back.

When they arrived at the light rail station, Mingze Feng stretched his shoulder blades, his head almost sweating.

Once on the tram, Hiroi Kikuri calmed down considerably. Perhaps she was tired from the journey, as she quickly lay down on the seat, resting her head on Narusawa Kaede's lap.

Fortunately, there were still many empty seats in the carriage, so no one would say anything if she sat like that.

Hiroi Kikuri's long hair was very soft. Narusawa Kaede picked up a tuft of hair and used the slightly split ends to tickle Hiroi Kikuri's cheeks, lips, and nose.

My nose is so itchy...

Hiroi Kikuri squinted and grinned, then covered her face with her long, slender fingers.

Naruzawa Kaede then scratched Hiroi Kikuri's neck.

Hiroi Kikuri covered her neck again.

Mingze Feng scratched her face again.

Back and forth, back and forth, after several rounds, Hiroi Kikuri rolled over as if she were cheating, facing Narusawa Kaede's stomach.

Mingze Feng was still clutching that hair; before him lay an unguarded ear...

"Ah! It itches—"

Hiroi Kikuri covered her ears and gasped in surprise.

Hiroi Kikuri's reaction was even stronger than before, after just a light touch on her earlobe.

Hiroi Kikuri, with her shoulders and legs hunched, looked like a frightened ostrich desperately burying its head and burrowing downwards.

Naruzawa Kaede jerked back and desperately pressed his palms against Hiroi Kikuri's shoulders and head.

"Kikuri, no..."

"Hmph... Hmm—Phew—"

Hiroi Kikuri was making funny faces, inhaling and exhaling. Narusawa Kaede simply lifted her up.

In the quiet train carriage at night, occasional prying eyes could be heard. Narusawa Kaede held Hiroi Kikuri in his arms, covering her face.

Hiroi Kikuri's heart was pounding.

Kikuri Hiroi is about to do something funny again; we've arrived at the station.

Hiroi Kikuri's residence can be simply described as a dilapidated building. The overall style of the building reflects the fact that it is about to fall apart. If Hiroi Kikuri hadn't mentioned that she had a landlady, Narusawa Kaede would have really thought that Hiroi Kikuri had moved into a building that was being demolished.

The closer you get to Hiroi Kikuri's house, the darker the sky becomes, and the moon shines brighter. The brightest star in the sky is Sirius.

The dilapidated five- or six-story building had broken and drifting flags visible on the roof, and at least half of the windows were broken. Inside, there were scattered rooms belonging to individual households, but no one lived there.

Hiroi Kikuri is the only person renting this place.

Hiroi Kikuri generously led the way this time, saying that she had plenty of supplies at home, enough for another round with Narusawa Kaede.

I'd better not. A little wine is fine, but too much is bad for your health.

Narusawa Kaede was about to leave after dropping him off, but faced with the building that made him wonder if he had arrived in post-war Nagasaki, he was afraid that Hiroi Kikuri would freeze to death if he left, so he followed her in.

If things really are bleak here, bringing Hiroi Kikuri home wouldn't be a bad idea.

In Hiroi Kikuri's room, there was nothing that should be thrown around or that shouldn't be there, but it was just scraps of clothing and food and empty wine bottles.

Strangely, not a single insect was seen in the room.

Before starting to clean, Naruzawa Kaede thought she would encounter cockroaches and various myriapods that are hard to resist in life.

Chapter 72 Hiroi Kikusato, Meteor, Winter Camping (1)

There are no insects. Even though this place is cold and damp, there are no insects to be seen.

But the messy and dirty areas were anything but clean.

There was a lot of dust, and the chances of this slovenly woman cleaning the house on her own initiative were very low, but Mingze Feng still found the only cleaning tool: a broom.

In this old and dilapidated house, only the brooms appeared brand new and unopened.

"..."

Good heavens, how did this woman survive without anyone taking care of her?

Dust rose as he swept, so Naruzawa Kaede put down the broom and went to find a mask. He then dragged Hiroi Kikuri out to the hallway and made sure to wrap her in a coat.