Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

When the door rang, Saei Izumi, who had been lying in her room for two hours, walked out of her room and sat in the living room for a while thinking about whether to start preparing dinner, when the door opened.

Looking at her daughter who had flushed cheeks, put on slippers on her bare feet, and entered the room, Izumi Shayi noticed something was wrong.

"It's just on duty at school with my classmates. I'm going back to my room."

As she said that, before she could speak, her daughter rushed into the room and closed the door with a 'bang'.

Izumi Shayi, who was suspicious in her heart, walked slowly to the door of her daughter's room, put her ears on the door, and listened quietly to the movement inside.

But in the room, it was unexpectedly calm.

'Even if you were on duty at school with your classmates, you wouldn't come back at this time, would you?Could it be that Sagiri has picked up some bad hobbies? '

Izumi Sayi, who was a little worried, couldn't help stretching out her hand, and slowly opened the door of her daughter. Through the crack of the door, she looked at her lying on the bed, dangling her feet, without noticing herself at all. Izumi Sayi's eyes flashed with confusion.

'sock?Um......'

It's a little strange, but I can't tell what is so strange. A strange feeling emerged in my heart. Izumi Sayi stared at her daughter for a long time, worried that the other party would find her, and gave up after staring for a while.

The door closed, and Izumi Sayi, who was standing in the living room, felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Although it is a good thing that my daughter is willing to go to school, it is still not safe for a child of this age to leave home.

'If something bad happens to Sagiri, it's no good, it can't go on like this, it seems that we should pay attention to Sagiri. '

As her only daughter, Hequan Sayi absolutely cannot forgive herself for any mistakes and mistakes made by her daughter.

Taking a deep look at his daughter's room, Izumi Sayi slowly left the living room to prepare dinner.

Sitting in his own room, Xiao Sanyi didn't show any expressions or movements for a while, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his hand, tightly covering his forehead, showing a painful expression.

"It's over, is this completely over?"

A pair of pure white but stained with something, petite socks that don't fit Xiaosan's size, lying quietly on the floor of Xiaosan's room.

He took a deep breath, trying to move his gaze away from the pair of socks, but he was inexplicably guilty and helpless. After a moment of silence, he stood up, reached out and grabbed the clean part of the socks, and walked out. own room.

I found a basin, put some hot water in it, casually put the socks in it, poured some laundry detergent, looked at the socks soaked in the basin, Xiaosan was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and washed it gently. stand up.

If you don't care about it and put it in the bathroom, it will be a troublesome thing if Qingshan Qihai sees it.

"Does it have to be left in my room to dry?"

"..."

Scrub the stains that haven't dried up, and then pick up the pure white socks from the basin. After looking at them for a long time, Xiaosan sighed slowly, and then returned to his room.

Clipping the socks with clips, and hanging them on the window in front of the desk, Xiaosan was silent for a moment, and decided to move them a little.

It would not be a good thing if someone saw the pair of socks in his room from a distance.

Although Sagiri did not resist or stop him, such a thing is not a normal behavior that can be said after all. I am afraid that once someone notices something, he will die socially.

"But this heart-pounding feeling...it's a shame, when did I become so distorted."

Covering his cheeks, the last time he felt this way was probably when he was bumped into by the other party's daughter at the home of Saiyuanji Odoriko.

This feeling.

Letting out a long breath, Xiaosan sat in his room, sitting at the desk, looked at the computer he had turned on, thought for a moment, opened the document, turned this feeling into inspiration, and continued to create .

There are already about [-] words of content, which can be regarded as about one-third of the creation.

"There are still two-thirds of the content left, so it needs to be shortened... After it is completed, it will be fine to modify it."

Contemplating, Xiaosan tapped the keyboard with both hands and continued to create.

In the early morning, when I woke up my daughter who was still lying on the bed, and prepared the schoolbag and breakfast for her, Izumi Sayi was a little helpless when she saw her daughter who slowly came out of the room and went to clean up her personal hygiene. .

"I'm so lazy every day, if I'm late, I'll be scolded by the teacher."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have no interest in going to school."

"I want to go to school, but I'm not interested in going to school? Could it be that there is a male classmate I like?"

Hequan Shayi asked with a teasing smile, but was stared back fiercely by his daughter with disgusted eyes.

"Those naive guys, who would like them."

Watching his daughter brush her teeth and wash her face, change into her school uniform, and then leave the house after breakfast, Hequan Sayi was silent for a moment, walked to the window of the house, and stared.

She wanted to see what her daughter was doing on weekdays, and why she came back so late during this time.

But after staring at the window for a long time, she only saw her daughter going to school with Qiuyue Jun next door.

"Qiuyue-kun..."

Hequan Sayi is not unaware of the fact that the two of them go to school together. She also knows that her daughter has a good relationship with the other party, and the other party will send her daughter to school every day.

"It shouldn't be a big problem if Qiuyue-jun sends her to school, right? The key is when school is over in the afternoon."

Sitting in the living room, looking at the clock that barely passed seven o'clock, Izumi Sayi had to wait a while until three o'clock in the afternoon before going to school.

Sitting in the studio with restlessness and a little irritability, he randomly modified the task he accepted, and after finishing the sketch, he had no intention of continuing to draw.

"Is it already two o'clock?"

After thinking for a while, Izumi Sayi stood up and walked to her room.