The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"No, you came to my house to learn how to make chocolate?" Atsuto Yamashita closed the door behind his back, looking at the girl who walked into the kitchen with obviously unfamiliar hands, his face darkened.

"Then why not? Come to your house to learn how to do your hair?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu, holding the "Chocolate Making Guide" in her hand, glanced at Atsuto Yamashita's new hairstyle.

"Why not do it in your own home?"

"The gas pipe at home is in danger of exploding. I have notified the relevant departments to deal with it. Before they deal with it, I can only come to you to do it."

"...Your home is in Fuyuki?" Atsuto Yamashita rolled his eyes.

"Although I don't know what you're talking about, it's very impolite for you to roll your eyes in front of girls."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu concentrated on making her own chocolate: "However, it's no wonder. After all, you are 24 years old, and you may have never even been in a relationship, and you have never even held a girl's hand. It's normal not to know these things."

"Don't talk nonsense." Atsuto Yamashita curled his lips.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Otherwise, tell me, after so long, how many girls have you received chocolates from you?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu quietly pricked up her ears while stirring the sticky matter in the pan pretending not to care.

"What do you know, my name is environmental protection."

"Do you know how much resources are wasted in making a chocolate outer packaging? For every person in the world who does not accept chocolate like me, the world's environmental protection force will increase by one point."

"Oh?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu paused in his hands, turned around slowly, and approached Atsuto Yamashita who was leaning against the door frame step by step.

His brows and eyes were bent, and his eyes were full of jokes: "You, you have never received chocolates from girls, have you?"

"you--"

Toshita Yamashita wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu: "No way?"

"I don't—"

"No way? No way no way?"

Chapter 11 I bought a new swimsuit, do you want to see it?

"Go, go, go."

"Children don't inquire about adults."

Atsuto Yamashita with a dark face drove Kasumigaoka Shiyu out of the kitchen.

What does it mean that no one has ever given him chocolate? Is this in human terms?

what?

"child?"

"I'm going to be eighteen soon."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was still wearing an apron around her waist, leaned on the place where Atsuto Yamashita had been leaning on before, with her arms crossed around her chest, which further accentuated the magnificence of the landscape.

"Don't worry, you won't be eighteen yet." Atsuto Yamashita, who opened the refrigerator and got a bottle of beer first, sneered.

Are you kidding, do you still want to be eighteen in this Ke Xue world?

Your chest will be flattened!

"Drink less wine."

"You don't understand, this is called decompression."

Atsuto Yamashita, who immediately started cooking, raised the can in his hand, without turning his head back.

"Don't touch my chocolate, use another gas stove."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's voice made Yamashita Toshito, who was about to move the pan, pause for a moment, and glanced at the black, sticky lump in the pan...

He felt that Xiazhiqiu Shiyu should not have lied, this seemed to be her first time making chocolate.

"Speaking of which, how did you manage to make chocolate?"

"Is there a boy you like in school?"

"What's your name, do you want me to check it out for you?"

After thinking about it, Toshita Yamashita still didn't touch the unidentified object, restarted a pot, and poured oil to heat it up.

After the oil is hot, put the sliced ​​meat that was cut two days ago into the pot.

"…………"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu gritted her teeth, and forcibly suppressed the disdain that was about to pop out of the corner of her mouth: "Guess?"

"I do not guess you guess guess?"

Toshita Yamashita directly started nesting dolls, and Xiazhiqiu Shiyu returned without success again.

【This guy…………】

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was so angry that her teeth creaked, but she still tried her best to maintain her superficial demeanor: "I didn't even eat dinner."

"I cooked your meal, don't worry."

"After eating, wash the dishes for me honestly, and I will take you home after washing."

"I don't want to get up early tomorrow to take you to school."