In the music series, the male protagonist writes a self-help manual for the inner world

As Chen Xinghua spoke, he put his arms around Goto Ichiri's waist and held her in his arms even though she had turned into a slime.

"okay."

Goto Ichiri rolled his eyes and naturally accepted Chen Xinghua's hug, as usual.

(Looks like I’m really tired…)

Otherwise, when she found herself being hugged by Xinghua, her body would not have turned into a steam engine mode that could spray out red steam.

In fact, "Goto Ichiri" originally wanted to complain about Pochi-chan for wasting so much energy just by hugging her arms.

If this were put in a notebook, wouldn't he be the real victim?

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Chapter 212 Don’t worry about Yili.

But "Goto Ichiri" didn't say that in the end, because she felt that although Pochi-chan's current love fighting ability is not as good as that of a loser, Pochi-chan is at least a little better than herself yesterday, which is a lot of fighting ability.

This is an improvement from one to two, which is a doubling.

After carefully placing his limp pink childhood sweetheart on the sofa, Chen Xinghua turned around to look at the two girls, one in red and one in yellow.

"Oh, Kita, Hongxia, I almost forgot."

"It's so hot outside, you must be thirsty. I'll go get some drinks from the refrigerator. Would you like some Coke or barley tea?"

Chen Xinghua slapped his forehead and said, "...By the way, what do you want to eat? I remember there are persimmons, French fries, pre-made pizzas, and some chicken thighs in the refrigerator. We can make karaage."

"As long as it's something provided by the seniors, I can do it."

Kita Ikuyo turned her head and looked at Chen Xinghua with a dull look in her eyes.

And the seniors seem to be more familiar with Goto-san’s… Pochi-chan’s house than their own. They all know what’s in Goto-san’s… Pochi-chan’s refrigerator.

That’s right, because the senior is Pochi-chan’s childhood sweetheart.

"Hey, don't be so embarrassed, just treat this place as your home."

Chen Xinghua said casually.

Standing up and walking towards the kitchen, Chen Xinghua deliberately glanced at Goto Ichiri who was still lying on the sofa.

At this moment, Goto Ichiri seemed to have recovered a little, and changed from lying to lying down, but her blue eyes were still dull, and it seemed that she had not yet recovered from the shocking action just now.

Walking into the kitchen, Chen Xinghua reached out to open the refrigerator door and took out the chicken legs that had been marinated with seasoning for several hours.

A slender, white and tender yet strong arm came into Chen Xinghua's sight.

Turning his head, Chen Xinghua saw the owner of the hand, a yellow-haired man with a serious expression.

"Um...Hong Xia?"

Chen Xinghua opened his mouth, a little confused.

The triangular ahoge swayed on Hongxia's head.

"Actually, I'm the one who prepares all three meals at home... so can I lend a hand?"

After hearing Hongxia's request, Chen Xinghua released his left hand that was holding the chicken leg.

"Of course...but what about Manager Xingge? Hasn't she ever cooked a dish once?"

But Chen Xinghua also had some doubts in his heart, because Yidizhi Xingge looked more than twice as old as Yidizhi Hongxia.

"Actually, my sister has tried cooking before."

Hong Xia smiled awkwardly, "But her hands were all injured that time."

"So after that, I cooked all the dishes at home."

As Chen Xinghua took out a spare apron from the cabinet, he felt as if he had heard something extraordinary.

"I didn't expect that store manager to have a clumsy side... Here."

While accepting the apron handed to her by Chen Xinghua, Hong Xia complained: "Sister, not only does she end up with injuries on her hands from cooking even the simplest dishes, but she also can't do any housework at all."

"And she has that kind of proud, proud, proud... and spoiled personality."

As Hong Xia spoke, a hint of worry appeared on her face, as if she were an older sister who was worried about whether her younger sister could find a suitable partner in the future.

Although whether in terms of age or body shape, Ijichi Hoshige looks older than Ijichi Hongxia.

"Tsundere is out of fashion now. The current declining birthrate crisis is so serious."

"I've been worried about whether my sister will be single forever... She's still a newbie with zero relationship experience."

As she spoke, Hong Xia sighed deeply again.

"Ugh……"

Chen Xinghua vaguely felt that Hong Xia looked much older than Xingge.

"let it go."

After blinking his eyes, the illusion in front of Chen Xinghua immediately disappeared.

"Pochi-chan just hugged you."

Pour the yellow liquid in the cooking oil bottle into the pot, then light the flame under the black pot, Hong Xia said softly.

"Ok, I know."

Chen Xinghua glanced at Hong Xia beside him and saw that her body was tense instead of relaxed.

"This is not easy for the socially anxious Pochi-chan. She must have mustered up a lot of courage to do this."

Hongxia continued.

"I know."

Chen Xinghua took a step towards Hong Xia and looked at the cooking oil in the pot, assessing whether it was enough to throw the fried chicken in.

"what do you think?"

Ignoring the complex emotions rising in her heart, Hong Xia continued.

"I like Ichiri...not just as a childhood friend."

Chen Xinghua said directly, without any intention of hiding his thoughts.

"But I think Ichiri now probably can't accept anything too radical..."

Thinking of Goto Ichiri's performance just now, Chen Xinghua shook his head.

Just hugging the arm of his childhood sweetheart in front of strangers made him so excited that he is now lying on the sofa.

As for Xiao Xiduo, who did the corresponding action, his face didn't even turn red.

"Anyway, there's still plenty of time in the future, so there's no need to rush."

Chen Xinghua felt that there was no need to be so anxious, as Goto Ichiri had not even gone to college yet.

Well, he thought about it, maybe Goto Ichiri wouldn’t be able to get into university.

"The oil is on."

Looking at the boiling oil pan, Hong Xia reminded.

"it is good."

Chen Xinghua hurriedly poured the chicken thighs in the bowl into the pot, causing waves.

Hong Xia stared at the chicken nuggets rolling in the pan with her arms folded over her chest.

"Well, if you're ever harassed by other girls, you can come find me...Kido-chan and Ryo for help?"

The screen of Chen Xinghua's phone, which was placed in the corner, suddenly lit up, displaying a piece of heavyweight news: "From today on, polygamy has officially gone from being a concept to a reality."

Glancing at the news on the phone screen, Hong Xia grabbed her arm.

Can he only accept Pochi-chan, or...

Hongxia felt that she shouldn't ask this question now.

Because people's ideas are influenced by society.

And as Chen Xinghua said, they all have enough time to be influenced by this ever-changing society.

"I think there's a good chance Pochi-chan won't be able to stop the girls outside."

Hong Xia lowered her head, and a few complex emotions flashed in her red pupils.

"I will... Don't worry about it, Ichiri."

Chen Xinghua said in a low voice.

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Chapter 213 This doesn’t seem to be considered N Tr.

Triangle Junior High School’s schedule has been very full recently, especially when the schedule shifts to the weekends.

Of course, this busyness does not mean that she is busy with idol work or improving her personal guitar skills, but refers to things that are much more important than that.

After taking a look at the detached house standing in front of him, Sanjiao Chuhua stroked the envelope with the word "Yandere" written in blood in his hand.

...I guess I remembered the route correctly; his home should be right here. Hiding himself in a roadside shelter, Sanjiao Chuhua reflected on the intelligence he had gathered from tracking.

After finishing his daily practice on Ave Mujica, according to Sanjiao Chuhua's frequent and close secret tracking, Chen Xinghua's final destination was always this place.

"Which place should I put it in so that it feels more dangerous?"

"Is it under the door... or maybe I should smash the window with a rock and stuff this 'yandere' letter through the hole."

Sanjiao Hatsuka's strategy was to create a dangerous atmosphere and make Toyokawa Shoko's lover fall in love with Toyokawa Shoko out of fear.

Sanjiao Chuhua stood on tiptoe, trying to make up for his height deficiency and gain a wider field of vision.

"The target is out."

A man carrying a music keyboard box opened the door and walked out silently.

Tilting his head, Sanjiao Chuhua thought about what he should do if Toyokawa Xiangzi and Chen Xinghua went out together today to better promote the relationship between his white moonlight and her lover?

Should I touch his fingers, the back of his hand... or his thigh?

...Or should we do something more radical?

Sanjiao Chuhua tentatively stretched out his palms and pressed them together tightly, looking like he was grabbing something that looked a bit like a mineral water bottle.

Maybe she should take a crash course in nympho and become a qualified nympho.

Coming back to his senses, Sanjiao Chuhua's eyes caught the instrument box in the man's hand.

Where is he going? Is he going to Ave Mujica's practice room? But it seems Ave Mujica isn't practicing today.

"Wait for me. I haven't put on my shoes yet."

A clear girl's voice reached Sanjiao Chuhua's ears, making her feel as if she was falling into the abyss.

"Okay, but Yili, you have to hurry. Hongxia and the others are still waiting for us."

The man that Sanjiao Chuhua was very familiar with was bombarding her chaotic cerebral cortex like a railgun in space.

Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?

"It'll be ready soon."

The pink-haired girl stuffed her fingers into the space between her white socks and the ladies' leather shoes, trying to put them on that way.

Sanjiao Chuhua could hardly control his strength and looked like he was about to roll out from under the cover, revealing a disheveled figure.

A pink-haired girl carrying a guitar stumbled out of the door.

"Be careful."

The man supported the pink-haired girl, eliminating the slightest possibility that the reckless girl would fall to the ground due to her own behavior.

Seeing this scene, Sanjiao Chuhua gripped the electric pole tightly, even though her nails were broken due to the force and a few drops of red blood flowed out.

Walking out of the same house together means they are definitely living together.

Living together, living together, living together...