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The heavy rain blocked the mountain road leading to the training camp, and aviation was also affected. Of course, the planes that regularly deliver supplies to the camp could not land at all.

and so--

The grilled meat that Sanada, Oishi, and Akaya wanted, the takoyaki that Kintaro wanted to eat, the chestnut cake that Akutsu was looking forward to, etc... None of them.

The irritable teenagers started a new round of "Pillow Contest" in the hall of the dormitory building.

In the small kitchen at the end of the first floor, there was hot air and aroma. Su Tang wore an apron around his waist and held a long spoon, slowly stirring the soup in the small milk pot.

The thunder and rain outside the window continued, and the lightning broke through the dark sky and disappeared in an instant. The sound of "gurgling" water in the milk pot was very warm.

Su Tang scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup, lowered his head and took a sip. Before he could taste the taste, he suddenly felt that the light around him dimmed, and someone was approaching.

Immediately afterwards, the shattered hair that fell on the side of her face was lifted up by one hand and tucked behind her ears.

"It smells so good..."

A gentle and magnetic voice whispered in his ears, Su Tang didn't turn his head, but a smile appeared in his brown eyes first.

She relaxed and leaned back, just in time for Yukimura to hug her from behind.

The young man had just finished taking a bath, his chest still exuded warmth with steam, and his slightly damp blue-purple curly hair fell on Su Tang's shoulders.

He rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

"Itchy." Su Tang shrank his shoulders with a smile, heard his deep breathing, and asked amusedly, "What do you smell, Jingshi?"

"Fragrant." Yukimura tightened his arms, leaned his head on the shoulder of the girl in his arms and replied with a chuckle, with an imperceptible infatuation in his eyes.

"Are you saying that you smell good or rice smells good? I didn't take a shower." Su Tang patted the arm on his waist helplessly, motioning for him to let go, "Guo, I want to see Guo, Jingshi."

"Okay, okay... I'll do it." Yukimura let go of Su Tang as he said, but took the long spoon and pot handle from her hand, repeatedly stirred the sweet soup, and turned off the fire after a while.

Su Tang handed over the prepared porcelain bowl, and Yukimura held the small milk pot steadily with one hand, tilted his wrist, and poured out two bowls evenly without spilling a single drop.

After putting down the pot, he didn't let Su Tang touch his hands, he picked up the bowl and walked to the dining table.

Su Tang raised his eyebrows, found two pieces of tableware and followed Xingcun.

"I didn't expect Jingshi to be very skilled in doing these things."

Yukimura glanced around the steaming food on the table, looked back and said with a smile: "I just help out occasionally at home, and in terms of cooking, I'm not as good as Susu."

"What kind of craftsmanship is this?" Su Tang untied his apron, and sat down directly on the chair that Yukimura had pulled out, without being polite to him. "The conditions are limited, so I can only invite you to try Chinese Malatang. Sit quickly."

"This is already very good, I thought I could only eat bread tonight." Yukimura ignored the other positions on the long dining table, sat next to Su Tang, and joked with her.

"Eating bread?" Su Tang tilted his head and blinked his eyes, "Isn't it? There is still food in the cafeteria at this point."

"Don't Susu know? Because of the weather, the ingredients can't be brought in. There is food in the cafeteria, but the portion is not enough."

"Well, what do you guys have for dinner?"

"Well, they will never be hungry."

Recalling the chaotic scene of pillows flying and people turning their backs when he just passed by the hall, Yukimura said meaningfully.

He didn't want to talk about other people's affairs when he was alone with Su Tang, so he took the spoon first and tasted the sweet soup first.

The soup just out of the pot is still a little hot on the tongue, but the "Little Chef" has controlled the heat very well. The light brown liquid has no burnt smell, and the taste is smooth. The white fungus has been shredded in advance, and it flows down the throat without hindrance. Next, the deliberately sweetness is just right.

It suits his taste.

Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and the smile in his eyes couldn't stop overflowing.

Su Tang didn't care at all at first, but when he saw the people around him tasting the wine so seriously and not saying anything after drinking it, he suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

"How does it taste...?" She pretended to ask unintentionally, her ears pricked up quietly.

"It's delicious." Although Yukimura was restrained, he was not a person who was stingy with expressing his feelings to those close to him. At this moment, he looked at Su Tang opposite him with a gentle and sincere expression.

"Very tasty."

Su Tang couldn't help but frowned.

If Yukimura Seichi wanted to, he could have used more rhetorical decorations, but he used such ordinary words.

Although there were only a few short words, but for some reason, the joy and liking revealed in it made her feel joyful.

"As long as Jingshi likes it." Su Tang lowered his head and whispered.

If Yukimura's eyes seemed to miss the reddish ear tips in the girl's hair, the color of his eyes deepened, and he smiled naturally: "There is still some time before the start of the World Championships, the coach gave us a vacation, we can go home tomorrow— —”

"Susu come with me."

"..." Su Tang's fingers trembled, and the porcelain spoon suddenly knocked against the rim of the bowl with a crisp sound, and she raised her eyes in panic.

"What, what?"

"I said," Yukimura turned sideways, his blue-purple eyes looked up at her gently, and his heart was full of seriousness, "Come home with me, Susu."

"Why, why so suddenly?"

His mind went blank, Su Tang sat up straight, stuttered instantly, he didn't know how to respond, and the temperature of his cheeks rose unconsciously.

Subconsciously, she wanted to avoid Yukimura's gaze, but she couldn't help blinking at him.

"New Year's is coming soon Susu, this year I want to spend New Year's Eve with you." Yukimura deliberately slowed down his voice with a soothing meaning, accompanied by his pat on the girl's back, calmly let Su Tang relax.

But immediately, Su Tang fell into another round of stiffness.

Because Yukimura said very casually: "Besides, my mother knew that I have a girl I like, so she suggested to invite you home for dinner. It's been almost half a year, if it drags on, I will be kicked out."

"Sweeping out" was of course Yukimura's joke. After Su Tang was confused for a second, he quickly grasped the point.

"You...mother, I mean, auntie..." Su Tang's eyes widened in bewilderment, "How does auntie know, you...I..."

The following words stuck in her throat, Su Tang couldn't come out, she couldn't be as indifferent as Yukimura, even though she was used to the other party's feelings for so long, "like" or something...

Su Tang bit his lip.

She just couldn't say it easily.

"Know what?" Yukimura raised his eyebrows with great interest, and said with a smile, "Know that I like you?"

"Jingshi, you... um!"

Su Tang's breathing was stagnant, and his eyelashes kept trembling.

The warmth and softness of the corners of the lips come from another person, from the same person, from...

This kind of cognition made her dare not move. She grabbed Yukimura's clothes with both hands, and the "thump, boom, boom" in her chest was so fast that Su Tang almost thought she was ill.

The light in the small restaurant was not dazzling, but Su Tang felt that his eyes were in a trance, a sense of unreality came to his heart, and another voice shouted from the bottom of his heart——

It's him.

Yukimura lovingly kissed the corner of the girl's lips. Because he was afraid of shocking her, he didn't dare to move a little bit. He just rubbed "in place", but his eyes did not close. He stared at Su Tang closely. After a while, he slowly leave.

Su Tang was stunned, and after a while he began to pant.

And Yukimura's breathing was not messy at all, but his voice was a little hoarse, he hugged Su Tang and patted her.

"Are you scared?"

After Su Tang came to his senses, he opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound. It took a while before he said, "...it's okay."

Yukimura laughed, pierced the girl's hair with five fingers, wrapped her neck, and made Su Tang look up at him with a little force, and said in a low voice:

"Then get used to it quickly, and you can't avoid my closeness in the future."

Su Tang was speechless again, looked at Yukimura's deep eyes, and choked out a sentence: "...When did I hide?"

Yukimura nodded noncommittally, and praised her: "That Susu is great."

"..." Su Tang felt that he would never reach Yukimura's level.

She vaguely reminded: "We are still young."

Hearing this sentence, Yukimura's expression was weird for a moment, and then he returned to normal, raised his eyebrows and said: "Susu what do you think I will do to you?"

Su Tang swallowed his saliva and felt a little headache seeing him pretending to be serious, "Obviously you said just now..."

"Huh?" Yukimura tilted his head innocently, but his eyes were teasing, "What did I say?"

"... Forget it, it's nothing." Su Tang resignedly avoided his eyes, trying to free his arm.

"Hehe," Yukimura couldn't help laughing, folded his arms to hold the girl in his arms, leaned close to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm not a saint, Susu...but you're a girl, so I won't bully you so early."

Su Tang's ears turned red when he heard this, and he was a little annoyed, "What nonsense are you talking about tonight?"

"Where are you talking nonsense," Yukimura said casually, "I can marry you in three or four years."

Su Tang's heart trembled suddenly, and he said in a low voice, "Jingshi, you are thinking too far."

Yukimura smiled without guilt and asked, "Would you like to go home with me during the Chinese New Year, Susu?"

Su Tang pretended to be angry and said: "You just said those words... What do you think?"

Yukimura nodded seriously, "I think so," he stared straight at Su Tang, "Who made Su Su like me."

"Me!" Su Tang was angry, but he couldn't refute this sentence casually, so he could only turn his head away in discouragement.

"Go back, Susu?"

Su Tang pursed his lower lip, even though his heart was moved, he still said: "Jingshi, let me think about it."

She knew that Yukimura was a temptation and a promise, but what about her?

Yukimura put her in his future, what about her?

Su Tang felt that he could not answer for the time being.

"..."

Where the girl could not see, Yukimura frowned slightly, and the nervousness and anxiety revealed between his brows also showed that he was not as calm and composed as he appeared in front of Su Tang.

But Yukimura Seiichi is patient, and what the Son of God is best at is controlling the overall situation.

He lowered his brows and smiled softly to appease Su Tang who was persecuted by him, "Okay, Su Su will think about it first."

Not urgent.

won't let her run away.