Comprehensive comics: World managers of the everyday world

"...Shoga's friend?" Ishida's mother was a little surprised.

"Yes." Mubai nodded lightly, "I heard that Shoya has been on sick leave for the past two days, so I came here to see him."

Hearing this, the woman was stunned again, and then smiled awkwardly and said, "That kid Shoya, he just doesn't want to go to school recently, so he took two days off."

"Ah?!" Mubai pretended to be shocked, "Is that so?"

"That's right." Mrs. Ishida nodded sheepishly, "I'm sorry for making you worry, Mubai-kun."

"Is that so..." Mubai pondered for a while, "Auntie, isn't Shoya at home?"

"Yes." Mrs. Ishida nodded gently, "He went out to buy groceries."

Hearing this, Mu Bai frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ishida said with some embarrassment: "How about, Mr. Mubai, come in and sit for a while? You will be back soon."

Hearing this, Mu Bai thought for a moment, then nodded gently, "No need to bother me."

...

At the same time, in a certain shopping mall,

A certain hedgehog was strolling around leisurely.

"What's better for lunch today?" Shoya Ishida gently touched his chin.

...

the other side,

Mubai had already followed Mrs. Ishida into the living room of Ishida's house.

"Makibai-kun, please sit down for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea." Mrs. Ishida smiled at him, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"That's troublesome." Mubai smiled softly.

Then, he began to look around.

This living room is neither big nor small, and the space is roughly divided into two parts: left and right.

On the left side of the living room, there is a square wooden table and several low wooden chairs.

Looking to the right, what comes into view is a slightly old TV set and an equally old green leather sofa.

There were several small tears on the sofa, as if they had been scratched by something.

The sponge inside was also torn, as if someone had dug it with a finger.

In front of the sofa is a coffee table.

Walking forward, Mu Bai gently touched the gap in the sofa.

Feeling the caressing touch from his fingertips, he couldn't help but pursed his lips.

There are traces of sewing here...

Ishida's mother probably tried to repair these holes but failed.

Thinking about it, he gently sat on the sofa.

Putting his hand on the cushion of the sofa, he found that a piece of it seemed to have collapsed.

Do you think there is no need to replace it?

Mubai couldn't help but start to think. The original work didn't describe much about the Ishida family's family background.

But it can be seen that it does not look very wealthy.

Miyako Ishida, also known as Mrs. Ishida, raised the family by herself, and she must have put in a lot of effort...

At this time, Mrs. Ishida also walked out of the kitchen with tea.

"Mubai-kun, the tea is ready."

She smiled and put the tea tray on the wooden table. "I haven't had guests at home for a long time, so my skills are a bit rusty. Don't be surprised." Then she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mu Bai.

Hearing this, Mubai reached out and took the teacup, "Auntie, you're so polite."

After finishing his words, he took a small sip.

Then his eyes lit up.

This tea... is brewed very well. It has a refreshing fragrance and is intriguing. It is much better than what I brew myself.

Thinking about it, he put down the tea cup with a smile, "Auntie, you are too humble. I really envy Shoya for being able to drink such good tea since he was a child."

"Makihira-kun, you are joking." Ishida's mother slowly poured herself a cup of tea, "That boy Shoya didn't like to drink my tea since he was a child."

"He always said that tea is too bitter and not as delicious as drinks. It made me think that your generation would prefer drinks."

"Is there such a thing?" Mu Bai smiled, "There are still many young people who like to drink tea. There are several tea drinkers in our school."

"If they knew that I sneaked out to drink such good tea without going to class, I'm afraid they would all give me a beating."

"Pfft--"

Mrs. Ishida covered her mouth and chuckled, "Makibai-kun is too humorous, how could he be so exaggerated?"

"It's obviously the truth. The tea made by Auntie is really delicious." Mu Bai picked up the tea cup and took another sip.

"Speaking of which, although Jiang has never talked to me about auntie's tea skills, he is full of praise for your cooking skills."

"Really?" Mrs. Ishida was obviously a little surprised.

"Yes." Mu Bai smiled and nodded.

"It's quite embarrassing to say it." He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"We were having lunch at school at that time, and Shoya gave me a taste of the fried pork cutlet you made. It was really delicious."

"I also tried to restore it later, but I couldn't make it taste the way my aunt made it."

"So, Mubai-kun, you can still cook?" Mrs. Ishida was a little surprised.

"A little bit." Mubai smiled sheepishly.

"That's it." Mrs. Ishida nodded and said with a smile, "How about Mubai-kun stay here for a meal at noon?"

"Eh? Is that okay?" Mu Bai was a little surprised.

"Of course." Mrs. Ishida smiled, "Mushiro-kun, wouldn't you be unwilling to show your favor?"

"No, I'm very honored." Mu Bai smiled.

...

On the other side, Chiba Sobu Gao.

A certain boy lying on the table slowly opened his eyes.

Then he frowned slightly.

There was a hint of confusion in a pair of black eyes...

and many more....

Is the situation not quite right? Why do I suddenly feel like I am rushing to capture Ishida’s mother? ?

No...

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

At this time, a certain girl poked him gently.

He looked back and saw Nakano Nino handing him a note.

[Sleepy gentleman, are you tired? 】

Seeing this, Mu Bai turned around speechlessly and lowered his voice, "Who the hell is Mr. Sleepy?"

"You've been sleeping all morning." Nakano Nino said softly.

"If it weren't for the way you were breathing evenly, I would have doubted whether you were dead."

"Then I really appreciate your concern, Mr. Nakano..." Mubai sighed.

"You're welcome." Nakano Nino smiled.

"Actually, I didn't mean to thank you..."

And a certain blond girl was watching the two chatting, turning the pencil in her hand impatiently.

The green pencil moved with the wind, spinning faster and faster, even leaving an afterimage, and then...

call out! ---

It flew straight out and landed under the stool of a certain girl, making a crisp sound.

Pat----

Hearing the sound, Yuigahama Yui bent down and picked up the pencil on the ground with some doubts, then turned her head blankly and looked towards the back of the classroom.

Seeing this, a certain golden retriever blushed slightly and buried his face deeply in his hair.

When Yuigahama Yui saw that no one was looking at her, she scratched her head in confusion.

Miura: Tsk...I'll give this to you...

Yuigahama: A gift from nature? ? ?