Zongman: Nohara Shinnosuke is about to be chopped off

Nanako Ohara returned to the table with curry rice, a little shy on her face.

"I hope you don't mind having curry and rice tonight."

She stuck out her tongue slightly. Normally, dinner should be light with less oil and salt.

"Of course there is no problem. We are already in trouble. How can we be picky?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly waved her hands and spoke sincerely.

"Hey, but I prefer natto for dinner."

However, Xiaoxin had no awareness of being a guest at all. He frowned slightly and scratched his head in distress.

Rikka Takanashi, who was standing by, quickly covered Shin-chan's mouth, with an embarrassed expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, this guy is always so... rude."

Hiratsuka Shizuka pointed at Shin-chan and sighed helplessly.

"It's okay. I remember there's some natto in the kitchen. I'll go get it for Shinnosuke."

Ohara Nanako still shook her head gently and turned back to the kitchen.

"You damned brat, how dare you order our Nana around."

Ohara Jushiro gritted his teeth and stared at Shin-chan who looked so casual, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"Shishiro, what are you still doing sitting there? Come and have your meal."

Shin-chan waved his hand and greeted Ohara Jushiro who was still sitting on the sofa like a host.

"Damn you, little brat. Who allowed you to call me by my name?"

Ohara Jushiro sat down in his seat with a dissatisfied look on his face and glared at Shin-chan.

"Don't be so formal, father."

Shin-chan covered his face with his hands, shyly changed his tone, and said in a funny way.

“Father…Father?!”

Ohara Jushiro turned his head away with a look of disdain.

My stomach churned and I vomited repeatedly, as if I was made sick by Shin-chan's name.

"Really, Shinnosuke, why are you trying to imitate my speech?"

As Ohara Nanako returned to the living room with natto, she heard Shin-chan deliberately changing his voice to imitate her own speech.

She frowned slightly and rolled her eyes coquettishly.

I was so kind to get him natto.

Ohara Nanako snorted, pouted her red lips, and placed the natto on the table in annoyance.

He stopped paying attention to Shin-chan and started chatting with Kato Megumi and the others.

Seeing that Nohara Shinnosuke was disliked by his own daughter, Ohara Jushiro smiled with satisfaction.

As long as I continue to interfere, Shinnosuke and Nana will never have any chance to develop any relationship.

"By the way, Kato, where are you from?"

Nanako Ohara looked at Kato Megumi, who had recovered, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Sister Nana, we are from Saitama."

Kato Megumi took a sip of the hot soup and blinked.

"Ah, are you from Saitama too?"

Nanako Ohara covered her lips with her hands, her face full of surprise.

"That's right. Hui and I are not only from Saitama, but we are also from Kasukabe."

Shin-chan nodded and continued what Ohara Nanako said.

He didn't show any embarrassment at all for Nanako's anger just now.

Nanako would not make a fuss about such a small matter. She looked at Shin-chan and Kato Megumi with the same surprise.

"It's incredible. My father and I are both from Kasukabe, Saitama. No wonder you look so familiar to me, Shinnosuke. Maybe we have met before."

Ohara Nanako nodded repeatedly, with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes.

"Oh, it means we are destined to be together."

Shin-chan put his head in his hands and nodded casually.

After all, this is a ski resort in Hokkaido, and the probability of encountering people from Kasukabe is very small.

"How can you say it's fate? You are such a shameless brat."

Ohara Jushiro curled his lips and muttered softly.

Ohara Jushiro has seen many people like Shin-chan who try to climb up the ladder as soon as they are given a pole in recent years.

He believed that he could protect Nana's safety from being harassed by this guy.

"It's really fate..."

Nanako nodded with some sigh.

"Nana, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you just return to China a few years ago? You have been abroad for more than ten years, how can you still remember someone familiar? You must have remembered him wrongly."

Ohara Jushiro coughed and analyzed for his daughter seriously.

"Sister Nana, you are still an international student."

Rikka Takanashi raised her head and looked at Nanako with surprise.

"Yes, I went abroad after I graduated from university and studied for my master's and doctoral degrees abroad."

Ohara Nanako smiled and nodded.

"I admire you so much. I definitely don't have as much knowledge as Yiliuxue."

For Liuhua, studying is more painful than killing her, but she has to study.

Because every time her grades dropped, Touka would give her a "surprise".

"Nana, since you have been studying abroad for such a long time, why don't you just live and work abroad?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced across the spacious living room.

This kind of wooden house in the ski resort can only be bought, and it is completely equivalent to a house in the city.

Obviously, this kind of house is not often lived in, it is just a temporary place to rest when on vacation.

From this, Shizuka Hiratsuka can infer that Nanako Ohara's family background is definitely extraordinary, and she should not have any financial pressure living in a foreign country.

"Yes, Nana, you can definitely work abroad. Your mother and I can go abroad with you."

Ohara Jushiro echoed from the side, with an expectant look on his face.

After all, he is a well-known novelist and has no fixed place of work. When he finishes writing a novel, he can just send it to the publisher.

Moreover, if you work abroad, you don’t have to be urged by the publishing house to submit manuscripts every day.

"To be honest, I don't really know. I just want to come back and see the place where I grew up and meet old friends."

Nanako Ohara shook her head and said with some sigh, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.