The daily life of Buddhist texts

The Brutal Justice turned a corner.

The car bell jingle jingle.

Oreki Gen took out his phone again, pressed his fingers crackling on the screen, and clicked search.

He thought for a while and said, "That, Nishinomiya-san."

"what."

"Are we a couple now?"

"It's the driver and passenger."

Yuzuru Nishinomiya stood up suddenly and accelerated his pedaling speed. Gen Oreki, who was sitting behind, leaned back due to inertia, but recovered quickly.

"Do you want to give the other party a name or something?" Oreki Gen looked at the phone screen and asked hesitantly, "I think everyone else has it."

"You are definitely in love for the first time." Nishinomiya Yuzuru asserted.

"I've played a lot of dating simulation games."

In fact, it can only be counted as a cloud.

Because all of Gen Oreki's love experience comes from Konpanda's group chat... Screenshot sharing of Eriri's otome game.

There is also a reason why Ying Lili is called Mr. Kashiwagi.

Her abundant love theories made the Qingyin Department and Oreki Gen. secretly click their tongues, and her experience is so rich that she can open a class to make money.

Kashiwagi Eri's three elements of love were copied into the group chat announcement by the Qingyinbu.

"Love is mutual giving, mutual accommodation, and mutual tolerance."

"Couples usually have two outcomes in the end, one is love that lasts until death, and the other is family affection that is as still as still water."

"Two-way running is meaningful!"

With such a wealth of experience, Mr. Kashiwagi must have many ex-boyfriends, right?

"Virtual love is too smooth, not real enough," Yuzuru Nishinomiya shook his head, his short hair swaying slightly, "It deliberately ignores many problems that may exist in the relationship."

"You are rational."

"It's just a deduction based on the logic of reality."

"Robot?" Gen Oreki asked.

"Robot."

"I'm not testing your vocabulary."

After riding for a while, Yuzuru Nishinomiya parked his bicycle at the entrance of the registration office, got down with Gen Oreki, took his ID card and purchase certificate, went in to register and took a photo, and posted it on the Cruel Justice when he came out.

The bike now has an ID.

Under the street lamps, the Brutal Justice was shining brightly, like a dedicated knight.

"Brutal Justice," Nishinomiya Yuzuru patted the cushion of the back seat lightly, as if caring for a junior who just entered school, "Please take care of me."

"There's residual heat there." Geno Oreki reminded kindly.

"Let's not talk about this first," Nishinomiya Yuzuru turned his head, his eyes were strange, "Who is better to send home first?"

"you."

"What about the bike?"

The problem is coming.

Minamoto Oreki doesn't know how to ride a bicycle.

If he sent Nishinomiya Yuzuru home first, Oreki Gen would have to push his bicycle back.

But you can also ask the chef to drive over to pick him up.

"Push back?" Gen Oreki asked.

Just as the two were thinking, a bright light illuminated the two of them.

The low-key motor hums, followed by the sharp friction of the tires against the ground.

A red convertible sports car braked sharply on the side of the road.

Then, the woman wearing sunglasses inside beckoned to the two of them.

"Hey, you two pay me a fine of [-] yen," Shizuka Hiratsuka shouted at the two of them, "I took pictures of them all, and the evidence is solid."

Chapter 140 Chapter 139 I Won't Come to the Ministry of Service Anyway

It seems that Shizuka Hiratsuka is really a hidden lady.

This sports car of hers is worth a lot just by looking at it, and the interior of the car is so luxurious that it is almost on par with Yuan Oreki's silver-gray supercar.

Along the way, there was a song that Oreki Gen had never heard before, and he drove into the basement of the quartz building.

Shizuka Hiratsuka parked the roadster in the public parking area, and asked a certain man to drag the bicycle out.

Oreki Gen didn't rush to put the bike home, but parked it next to his silver-gray supercar.

Turning around, he found Shizuka Hiratsuka and Yuzuru Nishinomiya right behind him.

"That, Hiratsuka-sensei," Oreki Gen asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to send her home next?"

"Huh?" Shizuka Hiratsuka raised her eyebrows with a dignified expression, "Aren't we going to eat ramen?"

Not only Oreki Gen, but even Nishinomiya Yuzuru was at a loss.

Hand-Pulled Noodle.

Ramen again.

Shizuka Hiratsuka's recipe only contains meat, but she likes to add ramen noodles to the meat.

"I'll take you home," Hiratsuka sighed, "Can you couple have some ramen with me?"

"I'm already home." Yuan Oreki scratched his head.

……

……

as predicted.

The ramen shop that Shizuka Hiratsuka mentioned is on the 35th floor. This is a private restaurant that will be set according to customer needs.

The chef dressed it up like a ramen shop in an alley, with oily wooden tabletops, and hot pork bone soup in iron buckets, which were scooped out one by one to cover the ramen.There are all kinds of posters of beauties on the walls, and an old TV set that I don't know where to get hangs on the wall.

The temporary decoration looks familiar.

If nothing else, it's the ramen shop I ate at in Kyoto on my last school trip.

Looking up at the chef, he found that he had applied a layer of black foundation, and specially asked someone to paint the old wrinkles.Wearing a pink apron and gloves, he acted skillfully and served a bowl of Rouba Ramen to each of the three people.

The so-called meat bully ramen is to keep adding meat to the ramen until it will slide down.

Shizuka Hiratsuka's favorite.

"This restaurant is really good," Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the chef who ran to pretend to watch TV, and nodded appreciatively, "I just sent him the photos of Kyoto to look at, and he completely reproduced the ones there. The decoration also respectfully refers to the personality of the store manager.”

"Really dedicated." Yuan Oreki nodded slightly, and then glanced at the chef.

The chef sent back an imperceptible wink.

Nishinomiya Yuzuru looked at the hills of chicken, beef and pork in a daze.

"So why did you reserve three seats here," Gen Oreki asked, "Who did you originally plan to eat with?"

"The blind date and the aunt who helped introduce you." Shizuka Hiratsuka replied.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Not sure, it seems that I heard that I like to smoke, so I made up an excuse and went home."

"bias."

The blind date denied Hiratsuka Shizu with common sense.Although common sense can effectively define, it occasionally misses some unique individuals.

Not having the opportunity to get along with Shizuka Hiratsuka deeply is the loss of the other party.

But smoking is really a bad habit.

"It doesn't matter."

Shizuka Hiratsuka took a piece of char siu and swallowed it into her mouth, then gulped it down with ice water, then turned her head to look at Yuzuru Nishinomiya, who had been in a daze.

"Student, are you the one with the first grade in the entrance examination?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked while eating ramen.

"Yes." Oreki Gen replied.

Shizuka Hiratsuka glanced at Gen Oreki.

"Ah, yes." Yuzuru Nishinomiya came back to his senses, looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka who was constantly sucking in the storm, and opened his small mouth slightly.

Is this really the smoking speed that humans can do?

"You are very good, you have almost full points in all subjects," Shizuka Hiratsuka gave a thumbs up, "especially mathematics, the last big question used a very clever method."

"It just came to my mind." Yuzuru Nishinomiya replied politely.

"Mathematics is close to full, are you a genius?" Oreki Gen asked curiously.

"It's a robot."

The hot steam of pork bone soup in the iron bucket kept coming out, and the clouds were lingering.Even though it is winter now, the foreheads of the three of them are still sweating.

The chef watched the football game in the temporary back kitchen, and he could faintly hear the passionate voice of the commentary inside. As the athletes scored goals on the TV, the chef would also shout or regret very cooperatively.

Very entertaining.

But listening to the emotions injected by the chef into the lines, it seems to come from the heart.

Difficult to judge.

Hiratsuka took a look inside, then reached for an iron spoon, added a large spoonful of pork bone soup to her bowl, and then brought back six pieces of char siu with chopsticks.