Can't You Skip Dating? / Can't You Just Like the Body?

The air was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

After that, Miss Yuko kept a completely unchanged smile and tilted her head slightly: "Ah? What is Ogihara-kun talking about?"

But even on April [-]st, I felt that Miss Yuko's expression and reaction seemed a little stiff at the moment, how could Ogihara Akira not see it.

He sighed and muttered thoughtfully: "So even Miss Yuko would urge people to get married like an aunt who likes gossip..."

Miss Yuko suddenly turned her head: "Makona! The banquet has begun!"

Mo Ke, who was so comfortable that he fell asleep, sat up with a jingling, jumped on the table cheering, and held up the wine glass with his two small front paws.

"Woooo--sorry sorry, Ogihara-kun's massage was amazing! Come on! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Miss Yuko also cheered and raised her glass.

Ogihara Akira raised his glass with great vigilance, because if he didn't pick up the glass at this time, Miss Yuko would join forces with Makona to pour him in the name of escaping alcohol—yes, one person controls his head, and Yi Mo holds the wine. The kind of bottle that goes into the mouth.

As a traveler, you can't fall into the same routine twice.

But he still underestimated Miss Yuko's determination, or underestimated the revenge of a witch, even if he honestly followed to drink and drink, but this super high frequency that he didn't even have a chance to eat, let him He couldn't take it anymore.

"Wait, wait, I'm drinking too fast, let me rest..."

"Makona, Ogihara-kun wants to escape from drinking again, what should I do?"

"How is this possible! The banquet is to have a good time! Ogihara-kun! Come!"

It's impossible to break free from being controlled by such a witch, because objectively speaking, you can't beat her. Subjectively speaking, the way to control the head is to wrap the neck and press the head to the chest. Impossible to resist this beauty's chest pillow.

That night, Akira Ogihara was forced to lose consciousness

Chapter 26 Obedience to fate?

Who am I, where am I, why am I lying here.

By thinking step by step and answering these three questions, Ogihara Akira regained his sanity.

This is a typical Japanese-style room. There are no electrical appliances except electric lights. Instead, there are antique screens, flower arrangements and wooden furniture. If you don't have the uncomfortable feeling of being drunk, waking up in such a room is quite refreshing. People are comfortable.

Ogihara Ming lifted the quilt and confirmed that there were no stains or scrub marks on his clothes. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he vomited last night, whether it was the loss of his image or the trouble it brought to April [-]st, it would be quite disturbing. Kind of.

He rubbed his head and walked out of the room, found the sink and washed his face and mouth, feeling much better.

Fortunately, the wine I bought last night was not bad, and there was no hangover stamina.

After roughly packing himself up, Ogihara Akira returned to the main hall and found Miss Yuko who was watching TV.

April [-] is not here, and today is not a day off. As a high school boy, I still need to attend classes.

"Morning." Miss Yuko greeted with a smile, "Go to sleep after drinking, Ogihara-kun's wine is still so good."

Akira Ogihara caught the black ball that jumped, and kneaded skillfully: "Why, Miss Yuko wants to see me go crazy?"

"It might be fun."

"It's fun to play..."

Looking at Miss Yuko's fake smile, Akira Ogihara clearly captured the maliciousness hidden in her words.

This woman is so vengeful.

But I'm sorry, I'll do it next time.

"April [-]st-kun left breakfast in the kitchen. Although it's almost lunchtime now, it should be just right for Ogihara-kun, right?"

Have I exposed my biological clock to her?

Ogihara Ming thought so, but he was not surprised. It would be better to say that there is something this witch doesn't know that will surprise him.

After all, she not only saw that Ogihara Akira was a transmigrator at a glance, but also saw that Ogihara Akira had some kind of special and powerful "rule", which was the so-called system.

After saying hello to Xiaoduo Xiaoquan, Ogihara Akira leisurely went to the kitchen, put the Mokona on the stove, opened the pot and glanced at the so-called breakfast.

It is a very traditional miso soup and rice, but the miso soup does not contain common fish, but vegetables.

Just after a taste, Ogihara Akira, who had no appetite at first, served breakfast, because this light and refreshing vegetable miso soup obviously took into account the appetite of drunk people, and well diluted the remaining discomfort in the stomach, making people feel Can't help but want to drink more.

April [-]st is indeed a good boy, and the merit is not lost.

After having breakfast and washing the dishes, Ogihara Akira went to say goodbye to Miss Yuko.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Miss Yuko actually got up and sent him to the door. When parting, she said, "There are more "threads" on her body, Ogihara-kun."

"Who made me have desires?" Ogihara Ming basked in the sun and stretched comfortably, "People are rigid without desires, but if they have desires, they will take the initiative to step into some whirlpools and be restrained by all kinds of things. The lines of cause and effect will naturally become numerous and chaotic, is Miss Yuko warning me?"

"No, on the contrary, I am very happy to see such a situation. If a special person like you really lives quietly for more than ten years, decades, maybe one day he will be bored and suddenly think To try to destroy the world."

"Haha, at that time, it would be better for Miss Yuko to stop me according to the transaction content."

Ogihara Ming turned his head and asked with a sunny smile like a big boy: "Or, Miss Yuko is worried that you won't be able to stop me in a few years?"

Miss Yuko's brows and eyes gradually became serious, as if seeing it for the first time, she carefully looked at it: "Ogihara-kun, do you know something."

"Such a vague question, I don't know exactly what you are asking."

Ogihara Ming smiled, slowly put away his smile, and sang a song in a low voice with a slightly hoarse voice: "Everything that has lived must wither.

No one should suffer eternal sorrow

The song that begins and ends, please listen quietly

Although the end may be doomed—"

This is a funeral song.

Akira Ogihara liked it very much before the time-travel, so after the time-travel, I used it as a requiem. Anyway, as long as the lyrics are not outrageous, it doesn't matter what you sing. What matters is who sings and what you hold. sing in such a mood.

In fact, if the deceased and his family can accept it, there is no problem with the tone and mood being outrageous. For example, Ogihara Akira himself, he actually hopes that a professional team will bury him.

Crying is also walking, laughing is also walking, if this is the case, why is it so sad.

Miss Yuko closed her eyes slightly and listened quietly. After a while, she smiled softly: "You know, it's strange, you shouldn't know my real name and birthday, how did you calculate it?"

"About this, it's okay to say it, but please let me keep it as a secret." Ogihara said with a happy smile, "The most important thing between friends is equality, if I really don't have any secrets at all, This friend can't do it."

"Are you friends..."

Miss Yuko's eyes were lost for a moment, and then quickly regained clarity.

"What's that song called?"

"The funeral song, the name of the song is also the funeral song."

"It's very nice. Until that day, I hope you can let me listen to this song as a friend."

"Of course, this song was originally intended for the dead to listen to. On that day, I would not only sing it, but I would sing it completely."

Ogihara Akira turned around and waved his hand dashingly: "Then, goodbye Miss Yuko, next time we meet, I will bring a cute and cute maid here~"

Miss Yuko stood under the eaves, watching the back of Ogihara Akira leaving, and suddenly said, "Do whatever you want to do, Ogihara-kun, as long as you don't cross the real limit, it doesn't matter even a little out of line."

"That's what you say? I've been rubbing frantically on the edge of the boundary~ But in the end, I can only do my best and obey the destiny, isn't it?"

Akira Ogihara disappeared behind the wall.

So he didn't see Miss Yuko's slightly strange expression, nor did he hear a word she said to herself.

"Listen to the destiny? But with so much merit, destiny is on your side, this Ogihara-kun... don't you know the meaning of merit?

I think that self-restraint is a kind of elegance and accomplishment, but unbridled freedom is a bit ugly. After all, it will be bitter when it is too sweet. Once the best thing goes to the extreme, it will become less beautiful.

The golden mean is really an art, of course, and mud should not be counted among them.

These chapters are considered to be the protagonists, and then it is time to return to the "beautiful" youthful daily life.

ps. In order to avoid misunderstandings, let me say another word here. This book will not dismantle the CP. Miss Yuko is just a friend.

From the point of view of this book, this book is about a serious harem, and it will not make any choices at the end. I am not suitable for logic problems, degenerate and OOC, so I cannot logically join the role of the harem. Forced writing is not considered at all.

After all, I didn't plan to run away later, I still wanted to finish the book well.

Finally, please vote for the serious harem text!

Chapter 27 There will never be a maid delivered to the door... really?

Ogihara made a big wish to have a lovely maid who can cook delicious food.

But as soon as he left from Miss Yuko's store, he went home and slumped on the sofa, happily hugging the switch and stroking the cat, not wanting to move.

He thinks this is not right. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Even if you are not prepared, at least you have to meet them once.She stayed at home the whole time, apparently not seeing anything.

There will never be a maid ringing the doorbell and bringing it to the door yourself.

"Ding-dong-"

Doorbell rang.

According to the dismissal time of Neon High School, school has been dismissed for a while now, and it should be Shiyu Kasumigaoka.

Ogihara Ming didn't consider other possibilities, because he neither ordered takeout nor courier to receive. As for asking him to see Feng Shui, he should contact him through the phone number and time on his business card, rather than calling him a greeting. Go straight to home.

But Shiyu of Kasumigaoka said he came on the weekend, why did he come here on Friday afternoon? Could it be a cat addiction?

With this thought in mind, Ogihara picked up the doorbell and was surprised.

Because from the viewing window of the phone, what he saw was not Shiyu Kasumigaoka, but a blond girl in a summer school uniform who looked a little hot, but was expressionless.

It's not right for a girl you don't know, why does it seem a little familiar...

"Which one?" Ogihara asked.

"Hello, Mr. Ogihara." The blond girl bowed and saluted, "I am the maid of the Shinomiya family, Ai Hayasaka. I came here at the request of the owner."

"what?"

Ogihara knew where the familiarity came from.

Miss Kaguya, the famous sand sculpture, wants me to confess that Hayasaka Ai, who is the valet of the eldest miss of the Shinomiya family, Kaguya Shinomiya?