The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Hiroshi slapped his head and walked out of the apartment.

I have to praise the administrator for her thoughtfulness. There is a bus stop about 200 meters away from the apartment. There is a bus that goes directly to the school, and there is a bus every ten minutes, which is very convenient.

I was at the bus stop holding the information and hadn't read a few pages when the bus came. I swiped my card to get on the bus and sat down in an early seat.

As a yellow man with black hair and black eyes, it is inevitable that he will attract some attention in this country where the majority of people are white. This makes Haoshu a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being stared at. He secretly made up his mind to remember to wear a hat, mask and big sunglasses next time he goes out. This will definitely be better.

Overall, the journey was smooth. I got off the bus, asked for directions, arrived at the Academic Affairs Office, signed my name on the contract, and then took out the documents and had them stamped by the special department of the school, and everything was fine.

"Mr. Gogen, do you want to take a look around the campus?"

After the teacher from the Student Affairs Department stamped the document, he stroked his beard and asked kindly.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but I had lunch with Ren Yuehao at noon, so I appreciate your kindness."

After all, the situation had just begun to calm down, and I had indeed told Yukino that I would be back after lunch. And most importantly, Cambridge is really huge! It would probably take a whole day to walk around.

"That's a shame. I wanted to talk to you about the customs and culture of your country. I'm very curious about your hometown, but since you have an appointment, forget it."

"Thank you for your understanding. I will have a long talk with you next time."

With a polite bow, Hiroshi turned and left, leaving the teacher with his information inputting into the database.

"There are quite a lot of Japanese students here today. I just finished processing paperwork for a beautiful Japanese girl two days ago, and here comes another one today."

Humming British light rock, the teacher quickly put the matter out of his mind.

Chapter 240 The familiar panties at Hiroki Gogen's bedside

Hiroshi didn't know why he made that kind of agreement with Yukino, but he always kept his promise once he had done it.

Sitting on the tram, I felt inexplicably anxious. I had no idea where this desire to see her came from.

Is it because you're worried she might do something stupid?

She was normal when she went out in the morning. Hiroshi believed that Yukinoshita Yukino would not give up her life easily. At least she had learned to temporarily avoid the sharp edge when facing things that she could not contend with, and to accumulate strength and then choose the opportunity to counterattack.

Then why did I suddenly meet her like this?

Originally, he was used to staying at home and didn't like having other people at home and interfering in his life.

Even if Liuli always wanted to attack him at night, he dodged them all, which was proof of that.

But now he jogged all the way to the door of his house, holding his knees and breathing lightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. Maybe he was still worried, maybe

While defining his actions, he took out the key and opened the door.

"I'm back, Ms. Yukinoshita."

He asked in a low voice, and the room fell silent.

Because I tried my best to reduce the time wasted outside, I came back a little early. It's still early now, and it's not time for dinner yet, so there's naturally no smell of food when I walk in. If there is any smell, it's the faint smell of laundry detergent in the air.

Did she do the laundry?

I walked into the house quietly, and sure enough, there was a pile of neatly arranged clothes swaying on the balcony. They must have been washed after I went out this morning.

I first looked at the balcony, then searched the house. Yukino was sleeping soundly on the sofa. Advertising messages were flashing on the TV screen. It was a boring commercial channel.

Why would this guy have a penchant for watching this kind of thing? Is he a hidden shopaholic? But the host of this show has black hair and black eyes, and speaks in a perfect Japanese-style English that sounds incredibly awkward. No wonder he fell asleep; it's so boring, after all.

On top of that, I didn’t sleep well last night, or maybe I didn’t sleep at all. Getting up this morning to do so many things is too much for even the strongest person.

"Hey, did you know? Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second, which is one six-thousandth of the maximum speed of an RPG. Two hearts pressed close together will be burned to charcoal by a TBG-200V airburst incendiary bomb within a distance of 7 meters. There is no force in the world stronger than love, except for RPGs. There is no couple in the world that cannot be solved by one RPG. If there is, two RPGs will do it."

The TV kept promoting the couple-eliminating machine, and Hiroshi was somewhat relieved that he was not in Russia. If this happened in a country with such strong constraints, with the kind of realistic aura he inadvertently revealed, he would probably be blown up by a rocket launcher.

And what's the point of using something so damaging? Would anyone really buy it? Where in the world can you find so many simple, innocent girls? And the pain of having your pineapple bun snatched away every day seems so pitiful.

But it's all normal daily life. It seems that my previous worries were in vain. In a sense, the girl Yukinoshita Yukino is still very powerful.

Haoshu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the light and shadow on the balcony, vaguely seeing the familiar scenery that made him feel a little familiar.

Hiss, then he turned around awkwardly, muttering things like "don't look at what is inappropriate, don't hear what is inappropriate."

If I'm not mistaken, that thing is probably panties.

Pink pure cotton fabric, lace edges, and a bow made of special material. That's right, these are the panties that Eriri picked out for Yukino after she was bullied by her when she was dragged to the mall for the punishment game last time.

The question is how did this guy bring this thing here?

What is this, a shared memory between the two of them?

This memory is a bit too weird.

Hiroshi is not a gentleman, and this kind of thing can't create any common topics. Being called a pervert or something like that all the time, even though I know it was unintentional, it still hurts to hear it.

Out of sight, out of mind. He lowered his head and walked into his room dejectedly.

But an embarrassing thing happened.

As mentioned earlier, Hiroshi's room is connected to the balcony. Since there is not enough space on the balcony, the clothes that need to be dried naturally occupy the space above the balcony. Naturally, Hiroshi can lie on the bed and look through the floor-to-ceiling door to see the clothes drying on the balcony.

Then the panties were hanging in that position, where you could see them as soon as you opened your eyes. Isn’t it embarrassing to see such a thing?

This thing has too much of a connection with him. Hiroshi feels that even if this thing is put on his head the next second, he probably won't be surprised.

I can't watch it anymore. I always feel that peeping at other people's panties is always perverted. If I watch it too much, my eyes will naturally have some sexual desires.

Covering his face with his hands, he sighed, stood up and walked out the door from the living room to the balcony door. "Why didn't he just go out through his room? Isn't his room connected to the balcony?"

It's very simple. Do you want to reason with others with your panties fluttering in the wind?

It looked like it was raining outside, and the water droplets on the clothes dripped down the neutral path onto the tile floor.

"Doesn't that guy know how to use a dryer? How long will it take for clothes to dry like this?"

Hiroshi muttered, rolling his eyes.

But she sounded peaceful when she was sleeping, at least much better than her cold face yesterday. If it weren't for the few tear marks at the corners of her eyes, one would have thought she was having a sweet dream.

He sighed softly, walked back to the room and took out a thin blanket from the cupboard to cover Yukino.

Have a good sleep, I won’t wake you up. It’s really interesting to see a girl who skips work in the middle of the day.

But we still have to have a good talk after waking up. After all, what does it mean to hang your panties on someone else's bedside? Fortunately, they are not original panties, otherwise it would be so dirty that it would probably explode.

Spring is approaching, the sun is shining brightly, and it is a beautiful day.

"Eggs, bacon, beef, salmon, lettuce, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, carrots. It looks like she's already been to the supermarket."

The ingredients in the refrigerator have been updated. From vegetables to meat, I guess all the dishes that can be bought in the nearby supermarket are sold here.

I don’t know how this girl managed to carry so many things upstairs. Is she a martial artist?

She shook her head meaninglessly, chuckled, tied her apron on, stood in front of the refrigerator while humming a song, and skillfully picked out the ingredients from the refrigerator again, ready to start working.

Leave lunch to me, you lazy bum.

Anyone who wants to see A Shape of Voice can message me and I will send it to him through my cloud disk.

Chapter 241: Lunch at the Foundation of Hiroki Gokura

What does love taste like?

My nostrils twitched, and before I opened my eyes, the sweet fragrance filled the room and hit me in the face.

"Are you awake? I just wanted to call you because lunch was ready, but you woke up on your own. It's perfect timing. Come and try it."

Hiroshi smiled when he saw the sleeping Yukino, took the towel beside him to dry his hands and gestured.

"Are you ready?"

Yukino was surprised to see the steaming hot dishes on the table, which were indeed a sumptuous lunch.

"Ah," he said with a look of annoyance, "I wanted to sit down and rest for a while after buying the ingredients, but I didn't expect to fall asleep."

"It's okay, it's okay, come sit down and eat."

Hiroshi also knew that she didn't sleep well last night, and he was always very tolerant of such situations. After all, he was not incapable of doing it, so what if she was lazy occasionally?

Book lovers all have three days off.

There is a saying that goes, a gentle man is like the ocean, a type that rarely makes people feel disgusted.

"I wanted to say this yesterday. I didn't expect a grown man like you could actually cook. It's really rare."

Holding the rice bowl, Yukino ate her meal in small bites, somewhat reservedly.

"Is it so strange for men to cook? Many boys I know can also cook dumplings, rice balls, and make instant noodles."

"Does that count as cooking?" Yukino rolled her eyes vividly.

"Everyone can do this kind of thing, but it's different from making something."

"Well, even if you say so, I'm not that great. Besides, doesn't the school have home economics classes?"

"Not many people take elective courses like that seriously. You know a lot of people are just playing around during class, and even if they do learn, they only know a few tricks. How can they do something as rich and varied as you can?"

"Can I understand that you are complimenting me?"

Hiroki shaved, feeling a little embarrassed. He was somewhat pleased that cooking a meal had softened Yukino's attitude somewhat.

It turns out that to control a person's heart, you have to start by controlling his or her stomach. If you feed a person, the relationship will be closer. The ancients were right.

The esophagus and the beep tube, even if you can only control one, it is half the victory.

"So I'm a rare breed?"

"You could say that, but you can't really calculate it that way. After all, despite being rare, your type is still quite common in the human population. Especially in East Asia. That eastern land is a culinary empire. The boys there have been exposed to delicious food since childhood, and many of them have excellent cooking skills."

"I didn't expect you were such a foodie."

"No, I'm just speaking the truth. I'm afraid you'll get too proud."

"You're worrying too much. Knowing how to cook is useless. It won't solve your single problem."

Hiroshi thought about his past life. If being able to cook could make it easier to find a wife, would the school still need to advertise to single students?

There are so many advertisements like "I'll marry the oriental chef I meet" and the novelty is astonishing.

So it is very clear that the chef is also facing a marriage crisis. It is obvious at a glance.

"That's true, but at least I've mastered a technique. Now, not only will I not get hungry, but I can also eat well. That's an advantage."

Yukino tapped the table, not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer. Even if Hiroshi's cooking was delicious, she wouldn't fall in love with him just because of it.

This is a world with normal values, not a world dominated by gourmet food where people put two kilograms of aphrodisiacs in their meals. The anti-physics event of clothes bursting after eating delicious food will never happen.

Although there are some inexplicable supernatural events, such as a famous female pianist who was suffering from an incurable disease and was about to die but suddenly recovered; a middle school girl who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness was miraculously cured; a major earthquake caused severe damage in the epicenter area but no casualties.

It sounds confusing, but it actually happened.

What a nonsensical world! The god who created this world is so full of malice. If there is re: in this world, I must ride on that god and drain him dry, Yukino thought bitterly.

Well, it would be better to add those guys in the society, it would probably be faster to squeeze them together.

"Hello, Ms. Yukinoshita? What's wrong with you?"

Hiroshi looked at the dazed Yukino with some confusion. He was waving his hands in front of her without any feeling. Had he lost his soul?

"Ah, I didn't, I didn't."

Coming back to her senses, Yukino blushed a little, feeling a bit embarrassed when she thought about the mess in her head just now.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

"Not really, the food you cook is delicious."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The atmosphere became a little awkward because of the distraction just now, and silence fell again. Although it is best not to talk while eating or sleeping, the previously stiff relationship between strangers had finally been made more harmonious, but now that it was silent again, Xue No couldn't help but feel guilty.

She has to say something to save the situation. If the relationship between employer and employee is too strained, she will be easily fired. Even if Hiroshi has a good temper, he can't always forgive her. She has finally found a place to stay.

After all, I have to rely on him to make a living now. Even if I only consider myself, this will be a very troublesome development.

Thinking of this, Xueno's originally calm heart began to waver again.

"Um, Mr. Gogen's classes will start in two days, right?"

Women who lack confidence are often the easiest to be defeated. These words can be regarded as a way for a strong person to surrender.

Hiroshi didn't expect Yukino to take the initiative to speak. Although he was a little surprised, he took over the topic smoothly. It's easy for a girl to pursue a boy. Even if there is no such intention, generally speaking, the topic started by a girl will continue for a while, Hiroshi answered naturally.

"Well, today is Friday, and classes will officially start next Monday."

"That's perfect. I go to the middle school affiliated with that university, so it's on my way. Let's go to school together then."