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"Is it tasty?"

"Well, it's delicious—"

The girl squinted her eyes and nodded repeatedly.

There seems to be a good relationship between the two women.

Turning his eyes to the opposite side, he bowed his head to the boy with rice in his mouth.

"You are really too much."

"Obviously I can make such a dish, but I haven't done it for me once in so many years."

With a slight smile in her lavender eyes, Fujiwara Koko said without words.

"Just pretend that I like to eat your dishes."

Continuing to lower his head and put something in his mouth, Fujiwara Oboroya replied without raising his head.

"If only it were true."

Putting down the chopsticks and resting her hands on both sides of her cheeks, the elder sister sighed.

……

That was almost ten years ago, and the two had just lived together not long ago.

Fujiwara Kako, who is still in school, tries to learn new dishes.

"Is it tasty?"

Focus on the little boy who is tasting the delicious pork chop rice made by himself.

"It's unpalatable."

There was no superfluous expression on his face, and Fujiwara Oboro raised his head slightly to stare at the other party, telling the truth.

This pork chop rice is much worse than what my mother made.

"..."

Feeling a little hot in the brain.

The young Fujiwara Kako took a deep breath to calm herself down.

After almost a week.

During this period, I have to taste all kinds of strange dishes every day.

"How about this? I spent a lot of effort to learn, this time I can't say it's bad!"

On the table is a plate of freshly made potato and beef curry rice.

"..."

The boy clicked, sending food into his mouth like a machine.

Not a word.

……

Thinking of some things that happened when she was a child, the purple-haired elder sister couldn't help shaking her head.

The identity changed from a student to a respected teacher.

After she has matured a lot physically and mentally, she will no longer be angry because of such trivial things.

Fills up quickly.

Sitting on the sofa, Xiangzi continued to read the light novel.

After packing up with Kosaki, Oboroya was about to go back to her room.

"You...are you really not curious?"

Fujiwara Koko suddenly stopped him from behind.

The boy turned around.

"It must be because you saw this light novel in my room, so you bought it and read it."

Staring at the love metronome in the other party's hand, he remembered that the bookshelf in his room seemed to have been touched by someone a few days ago.

Fujiwara Haku also guessed so.

"correct answer."

The big sister with purple curly hair nodded.

A child of my family is really very smart, and he figured it out quickly.

"Without permission, you are not allowed to enter my room casually in the future."

The boy had a pair of dead fish eyes hanging.

Facing this woman who was completely different from her appearance and had an outrageously bad personality, Fujiwara Hakuo said somewhat helplessly.

"You didn't hide the H book under the bed, so there's nothing to be shy about."

He tilted his head seemingly naturally, resting the novel on his chin.

Kako Fujiwara wrote lightly with an innocent face.

"That's not OK--"

The boy couldn't help raising his volume slightly for a moment.

"Stingy. I was afraid of being alone when I was young, so I asked to sleep with me at night."

Xiangzi spoke nonsense in a serious tone with a flat tone as if describing the facts.

"It was you who broke into my room on your own initiative, and don't make up things that didn't happen—"

"That's enough..."

I don't want to talk about those old days.

Pressing the temples on both sides of his forehead, Fujiwara Oboro turned around and was about to leave.

"Is this really good?"

"If it continues, there's a chance that something bad will happen."

The smooth and elegant chin raised slightly, which meant "come and beg me".

Watching Fujiwara Koko with an extremely unpleasant smile on her face, the boy planned to run away.

But after all, I still care a little bit about what the other party said just now.

"what you mean?"

Although completely different from Bingshan Beauty's appearance, this woman has a very bad character inside.

But the boy didn't think she would play those malicious jokes on him.

Fujiwara Obakuya's personality is not so serious, and he doesn't hate others making jokes about himself.

However, there is a degree to these things.

Fujiwara Koko is naturally very clear about his attitude.

"this."

Pointing to the author's name on the novel, the expression on Fujiwara Koko's face also became serious.

"Xia Shizi...do you know her? Senior sister Xia Zhiqiu."

Frowning slightly, Fujiwara couldn't help asking.

"As a guardian, of course I have to personally investigate the high school you attended."

"Isn't it reasonable to know the number one talented woman since the founding of Toyosaki?"

Holding the novel in front of him, he looked at Sayuka, the heroine on the cover.

I recalled a little bit of that withdrawn, shy... female high school student with an interesting personality.

"Well, super reasonable."

This time there was no bickering with him.

The boy did care a little about the trouble this guy said.

"I also accidentally searched the novel in your room, only to find out that the girl was still writing this kind of thing."

Put down the light novel in your hand.

Pick up your phone and tap on it.

"Search by novel title and author."

"The author is a female high school student, and it is said that she is an unforgettable beauty."

"This information seems to have generated a high level of topicality on the forum."

Coming to Xiangzi's side and looking at the information on the Internet, the boy's eyes gradually became serious.

"I see."

Search for Xia Shizi, and a photo of Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu appeared on the Internet.

And the woman obviously didn't realize that she was being photographed.

"Yuya, of course, the neon otaku must be paced, misled and vilified by the media."

"But the reason why they are discriminated against by society is not completely irresponsible, do you understand?"

Fujiwara Koko said slowly to the boy.

She knew that this child would not look down on otaku and treat them equally.

But one problem is.

The house of neon is actually not the same as the house of a flower grower.

The otaku in this country does not only refer to Two-dimensional lovers.

It's not just people who like to stay at home in the literal sense and don't go out often.