I'm surviving in a love game

Of course, the final ending will not be to eat takeaway, after all, after Hoshimiya Shiori said something about takeaway, Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu were inexplicably standing on the same front at this time.

Osamu Dazai was the first to give in, "Takeaway doesn't sound very healthy."

It's rare, the guy who usually talks about entering the water can still speak nonsense about being healthy and unhealthy, Shiori Hoshimiya glanced at him dubiously, "But it seems that the best solution now is to order takeaway together gone."

Hoshimiya Shiori, who seemed to be holding Dazai Osamu's tail, imitated his previous appearance, pointing her finger on her chin, "I have thought it through carefully."

"Ranpo-sama refuses to take out food. Whether it's snacks or dishes, they are the most delicious when they are just made." Edogawa Ranpo raised his hand righteously, showing a gesture of rejection.

When the situation was at a stalemate, Nakajima-kun, who seemed to have been on the sidelines for a long time, carefully suggested: "If you don't mind, you can go to the staff dormitory... I just bought some ingredients yesterday."

I didn't expect Atsushi Nakajima to make such a suggestion. Dazai Osamu was the first to react, and he turned around with a half-smile, "Wouldn't this be too much trouble for Atsu-kun?"

"It's not too much trouble—" Atsushi Nakajima waved his hands again and again, blinked a little embarrassedly, and the voice of the second half of the sentence was obviously weaker, "If the ingredients are left, they will also rot because no one eats them." .bad."

"However, why would Atsu-kun suddenly think of buying ingredients for so many people?" Osamu Dazai seemed curious, but in fact he was quietly forcing him to give up the proposal.

Even if it wasn't the person he was questioning, the overly sharp tone could make people's muscles tremble.

But Atsushi Nakajima didn't notice the deep meaning in it at all, and raised a faint smile, "Because I want to improve my cooking level."

Saying that, Atsushi Nakajima glanced vaguely at Shiori Hoshimiya.

However, the latter was still thinking about how this situation should end, and didn't notice it, and even only caught the end of his speech.

Cooking level...?

As expected of Atsushi Nakajima, he is the last conscience in the black mud.

"Ah, it sounds quite interesting." Osamu Dazai chuckled, and turned his head to hand over the decision-making power to Shiori Hoshimiya, "I don't have any opinion, it mainly depends on what Shiori thinks, right?"

At the end of the day, she still has to make a choice, but it's slightly better than ordering takeout across the board.

Hoshimiya Shiori, who already had the answer in her heart, still asked Edogawa Ranpo symbolically, "It should be okay now?"

"Still at the cooking level in the practice stage..." Ranpo opened his mouth, and he knew what was going to happen without listening. Taking into account Atsushi Nakajima, Shiori Hoshimiya hurriedly interrupted Ranpo's words, his voice was slightly higher than his , "Then go to the staff dormitory."

Ranbu who was interrupted halfway turned his head and snorted softly. Seeing that Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai had walked out of the detective agency, Shiori Hoshimiya said to him in a low voice, "If you are not satisfied with Atsushi's cooking level, Let me take care of the cooking."

"It's not about cooking at all."

Thinking that Shiori Hoshimiya hadn't found the root of the problem at all, Edogawa walked in a flurry of anger and anxiety. After a few seconds, his tone was sullen, "Forget it."

Hoshimiya Shiori who always thought the question was just where to eat lunch:? ? ?

After coming to Dun's dormitory, Xinggong Shizhi belatedly remembered the promise she had made with Dun.

Have dinner or something.

She is guilty of forgetting this agreement.

Driven by inner guilt, Shiori Hoshimiya rolled up her sleeves and got into the kitchen first. Atsushi Nakajima, who was washing vegetables by the sink with an apron on, widened his eyes slightly when he saw Shiori Hoshimiya intruding, as if he was frightened , with a shaking of the hand, a leaf of a small green vegetable in his hand fell into the water leak. When he spoke, he didn't straighten his tongue, and stumbled, "Miss Xinggong...what's wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I'm here to help." Hoshimiya Shiori had already rolled up one sleeve, and was lowering her head to roll up the other sleeve when she spoke.

Just when she was looking down at the cuff, she missed it again, Nakajima Atsushi's light golden pupils were so moist that they were about to ooze water.

Too bad, an inexplicable emotion resides in his body and almost takes over him.

As long as I see Shiori Hoshimiya, I can't help but want to cry.

However, even he himself didn't know why he was crying.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Finally, Shiori Hoshimiya, who had her sleeves rolled up, walked to Atsushi Nakajima's side, the faucet was running, and the green vegetables in his hand had been washed countless times.

"Then trouble you to cut the washed vegetables into pieces."

When the faucet spouted cold water, it also diffused a sheet of icy water vapor, misting his side face. Hoshimiya Shiori stepped on his feet and took out a porcelain plate from the cabinet embedded in the wall to hold the cut vegetables.

When she closed the cupboard door, Atsushi Nakajima had already placed the vegetables still stained with water droplets next to the cutting board.

"Okay——" Hoshimiya Shiori picked up the cooking knife, but stopped when she caught a glimpse of the scar that could not be concealed under his rolled up cuffs, "Your arm...?"

Shiori Hoshimiya's voice sounded like a warning, and Atsushi Nakajima suddenly retracted into the dull and closed barrier. He lowered his eyes, and his movements to cover up were indescribably pale, "It must have happened accidentally."

"No... let me see." She put down the knife, wiped her hand on her apron, and reached out to him.

"...It's all irrelevant things." Because of anxiety or other reasons, his voice trembled, and even his body trembled constantly, and his arms were pulled behind him, "Miss Xinggong didn't need to know."

Her hands froze in mid-air, she met his eyes, at this moment, Xinggong Shizhi observed the luster in his eyes that had not completely faded, a meaningless syllable that only revealed her inner unease came from The depths of the throat were spit out.

Is this the experience of being speechless?

After listening to his disordered breathing for a few seconds, which was intertwined with her regular breathing, she said in a frighteningly low voice, "I need it."

"Let me see, I'm sorry I didn't notice it before, it must hurt?"

It always seemed to be like this, she couldn't help but let her guard down when facing Atsushi Nakajima, which she didn't do before everyone else.

"Actually...it doesn't hurt that much." Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a while before stretching out his arms. Shiori Hoshimiya rolled up his cuffs, only to find that there were bruises, scratches or bite marks all over the place. the whole arm.

It made people gasp.

"I have some ointment over there, I'll bring it to you later."

"What, is Shiori playing a little game of 'The Pain Flies Away'? This is not a kindergarten." Osamu Dazai, who got up at some point by the door, laughed mockingly.

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中岛敦：“都是无关紧要的东西，我也是。”感谢在2020-11-1521：05：22～2020-11-1621：43：08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：砂沙子1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！