Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"Going to Hanamizaka?" Nanke walked out of the training center, his expression finally brightened.

"Yeah." The skirmisher took back the lunch box that was held in the soldier's hand and followed her in two slow steps.

They did not take the main road, but walked through the path next to the monastery. What they saw was a winding path covered with green grass in spring, a painted red wooden arch bridge, scattered dream trees and thunder cherry trees in bloom like clouds, covering the An abandoned shrine that no one cares about in the distance.

When walking side by side, the two free hands naturally clasped together.

As we approached Hanamizaka, we let go again in unison.

Now is the cherry blossom season, and there are many people like them who come here to enjoy the flowers.

Since they are "siblings", they should keep an appropriate distance.

Under the huge cherry tree surrounded by three people, Yidou was playing glass beads with his two younger brothers and a group of children. Nanke greeted him when he passed by. He was so absorbed in the game that he didn't even raise his head.

When Nanke opened the lunch box, Yidou smelled it again and came over with a smile: "It smells so good!"

At the same time, the group of children gathered around.

"Sit down obediently and wipe your hands clean." Nanke knew the nature of these naughty children well, so he pushed the lunch box to the skirmishers for protection, pretending to be strict.

"Sister Nanke, brother Guobeng, I'm fine!" A little boy raised two paws that he quickly wiped clean.

"I'm fine too, I'm fine too!"

The skirmishers folded their hands on their chests and looked at Nanke indifferently as he gave them some snacks: "Just play while you eat."

Nan Ke glanced at him, casually touched the head of a little guy, and smiled: "Brother Guobeng did it all, why don't you say thank you?"

"Thank you, Brother Guobeng!"

The crisp children's voices came one after another, and the corners of the soldiers' mouths twitched visibly.

"Thank you, Brother Guobeng!" Arataki Yidou laughed.

"Please adults, please don't imitate children as if nothing has happened." The skirmisher said coldly.

Nanke pursed her lips to hold back her laughter and handed the remaining snacks to Yidou: "Yidou, let me ask you something."

"Well, you tell me." Yidou said in a confused voice as he was busy eating.

"How did you and Ayato meet?" Nanke asked.

"We met on the roadside," Yidou swallowed the food in his mouth. Seeing Nanke still looking at him, he licked his mouth and recalled with a frown, "The day before yesterday, I took my boys to distribute flyers to Jiujiuwu. I was teaching them how to fold origami, Ayato-san, and I taught him how to make origami when Brother Ayato passed by. That’s how we got to know each other.”

"Then you brought him to our store?"

"Eat, what else?" Yidou asked confused.

Nanke sighed and patted Yi Dou's arm: "Okay, it's okay, go and play with you."

"okay!"

After fighting and walking away, I finally became clean.

The skirmisher put away the empty lunch box, flipped up the lower grid, and like magic, revealed another half box of hand-made Hizakura cakes.

This is reserved for Nanke.

Nanke blinked, leaned against the skirmisher's hat, and lowered his laughter: "Thank you, Brother Guobeng."

"Ha," the skirmisher looked at her sideways, picked up a small piece of delicate pink snack with two fingers, and stuffed it into her mouth, "how many more calls?"

The direct look in his eyes made it seem as if if she yelled again, the person who would gag her next would not be Sakura Cake.

Nanke knew that skirmishers could certainly do it.

Unlike himself, he is not concerned about the opinions of the people around him.

Nanke thought about the absurdity of this morning, touched his hot face, and said in defeat: "...I was wrong."

The spring sunshine leaked through the dense flower branches and fell into her eyes, slightly angry, tiny and shining.

This is not a scenery that people who have fallen into the quagmire are qualified to touch.

The skirmisher looked at her, recalling for no reason the time when she lifted his bamboo hat in the prison camp.

At that time, he could see clearly that everyone's attention was on him.

Except Kamisato Ayato.

Ayato Kamisato has been staring at Nanke.

There was a fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cold and emotionless, mixed with some dissatisfaction, curiosity, and deep calculation that were deliberately ignored when asking questions.

It was the look of someone coveting prey.

Be it misunderstanding or suspicion.

The skirmishers felt particularly unhappy when they thought of Nanke being looked at like this.

"Kamizato Ayato probably won't let it go like this." The soldier suddenly said.

"He is the head of the Shenli family, so it's normal to be cautious." Nanke also considered this aspect, but didn't really care about it. "Let him go, he won't be able to find anything anyway."

Of course Ayato Kamisato couldn't find it.

From life trajectories to interpersonal interactions, Nanke and Shanbing have always played ordinary people conscientiously.

Avoid getting into trouble, don't create any trouble, and be friendly with everyone you come in contact with.

If it weren't for the espionage case, even if the unknown boss discovered his identity, Kamisato Ayato would probably only think that the other party had extraordinary eyesight.

After all, even when interrogating the spy why he stopped following him and stopped at this small shop, he got the absurd answer of "I suddenly had the authentic taste of my hometown and couldn't bear to leave."

After several days of fruitless investigation, Kamisato Ayato no longer tried to forcibly connect the siblings with the Fools.

What he was more concerned about was that they pretended to be civilians so flawlessly and stayed in Inazuma City. What was their purpose?

As the head of the society, Ayato Kamisato cannot turn a blind eye to a guy whose origin is a mystery.

"Mr. Ayato?"

After entertaining the new guests, Nanke passed by Ayato Kamisato, who was still studying the menu, and reminded him, "Have you made your selection?"

"Oh," Kamisato Ayato came back to his senses and pointed at the menu casually, "Let's order this."

"Stir-fried pork slices, right?" Nan Ke lowered his head and took notes on the menu, "It might be a bit spicy."

"It doesn't matter," Kamisato Ayato finished, and habitually shouted to the side, "Toma, help me..." buy a cup of dumpling milk.

Thomas has been sent to contact foreign guests these days, so of course he is not with him.

Then Kamisato Ayato paused facing the air.

"We have a cooperation with Mr. Zhi Shu, who makes special snacks in the back street. If you are interested, would you like to add a cup of dumpling milk to relieve the spiciness?" Nan Ke said at the right time.

This question could not be more appropriate.

Kamisato Ayato could only smile and nod: "Then let's have a drink."

Nanke's lips curved slightly and he turned around and entered the kitchen.

Kamisato Ayato secretly rubbed his temples.

How could someone recommend a roadside stall to him knowing that he is Kamisato Ayato?

It can't be that he looks like this because of his heart, right?

Kamisato Ayato looked at Nanke's back hesitantly.

Could it be that this boss...can read minds?

Of course Nanke wouldn't.

Nanke just wanted to dispel his doubts with sincere service.

Restaurants are a good place. Even if you just listen, you can learn a lot of useful information.

For example, Princess Egret has recently been admonishing her to cancel the Eye Hunting Order but with no success. For example, the resistance led by Haiji Island has become more and more violent. Another example is that a blond stranger seems to have appeared on the outlying island. He may be the one who suppressed the demon god in Liyue. The heroes are the same person.

But we can't miss Ying's news at a critical moment because of Ayato Kamisato's tracking.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nanke raised his eyes when he heard the sound and saw the skirmisher holding a freshly cooked dish in one hand and looking at her.

"I'm thinking..." Nanke glanced outside, without saying anything, and then smiled again, "I don't know when I will give up."

Nanke didn't say anything else, just grabbed a cup of milk tea, took the plate and went out to serve Kamisato Ayato.

The skirmisher followed her and took two steps outside.

Naturally, I also saw that as Nanke appeared, Ayato Kamisato's aimlessly wandering eyes immediately settled on her.

He was not trying to look at her openly, but he narrowed his eyes slightly, put on a smile to cover up, and quietly observed Nanke's movements.

That uncomfortable feeling came back.

If the other party is not Kamisato Ayato...

The skirmisher narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed the remaining thoughts.