I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"How is that possible! Look, there are dial records!"

"Really!"

"But the meal last night was really rich."

“The seafood noodles are very fresh and delicious.”

"I said Murakami, do you want to come with us next time?"

"I want to, I really want to."

"Is it free?"

"The manager of Shimokitazawa Seafood Market is very kind and won't charge you."

"As expected, he is a good brother. He has not forgotten me even though he has done such a good thing."

"But the store manager hates wasting food very much. If you don't finish it, there will be penalties."

"I was No. 1 in the Big Eater Competition at Hequanzi Elementary School back then! It doesn't matter how much I eat."

Not all of the students who came to Wuma Xingjin came to him for gossip. There were also people who were confused about the last super-syllabus question left by the teacher and came to him with their notebooks in hand to ask for advice on the solution to the question.

After patiently explaining a math problem, the geography teacher came and everyone returned to their seats.

Wuma Xingjin's position is in the second to last row by the window.

A gust of wind blew by, gently lifting the corner of the curtain.

Golden leaves fell and covered the ground, and unnamed birds were pecking at pomegranates.

Wuma Xingjin wondered whether birds could spit out seeds. At the same time, he reflected on his inability to recognize the species of birds and planned to read through an encyclopedia of animals.

The morning passed quickly, and Wuma Xingjin sent a message to Kobayakawa Yuakane, telling her that they would not have lunch together at noon.

After all, there is a useless person in the family who is waiting for food.

I rented a house near the school specifically for the convenience of going to school. It is very convenient to go home. The apartment is only less than 15 minutes away from the school.

Put on your shoes and jog home.

Opening the door, the girl sat cross-legged on the ergonomic chair in front of the computer desk, holding her mobile phone while looking up something on the computer.

"Wuma Lord, you are back!"

Rubbing her eyes that had become sore from looking at the electronic screen for too long, Arakawa Kotoyuki put on her slippers and walked to the entrance, blinking happily.

"What will you eat if I don't come back?"

"snack?"

"This is a violation of the Geneva Prisoners of War Treaty."

Because he didn't sweat much due to regular exercise, he felt a little hot. Wuma Xingjin took off his uniform jacket, hung it on the hook on the wall of the entrance, and tugged on his tie.

Take the ingredients out of the refrigerator.

Pour the fried meat sauce over the thin noodles, then add a small handful of cucumber shreds, and have BJ fried noodles for lunch.

Looks like spaghetti?

"Same as last time, this, is this Chinese food?"

grunt

Arakawa Kotoyuki drooled, picked up the chopsticks, put her hands together, said "I'm going to start it" and started tasting.

The fried sauce has a moderate salty and sweet taste, which complements the lightness of the somen noodles and the refreshing taste of the cucumber.

"Wuma Jun's skills are so good. Isn't he really a chef in a Chinese restaurant?"

"No, do you like Chinese food very much?"

"Of course! Who doesn't like it!"

As a native of the East, Wuma Xingjin would often cook hometown dishes even when he came to Japan. Watching Arakawa Kotoyuki eat the dishes he made with satisfaction, one bite at a time, he felt good.

It's like feeding a kitten.

When the chef watches the guests finish their food with satisfaction, his mood will be the same as now, right?

The time at noon was very short. After lunch, Wuma Xing told Arakawa Kotoyuki not to go out.

She looks more and more like a hidden beauty in a golden house.

If it were revealed that there was a beautiful girl living in the house, wouldn't the already deviated daily routine be even more shattered?

He held his uniform in one hand and draped it casually over his shoulders. He glanced at his watch and saw that time was not urgent. He was thinking as he walked.

Arakawa Kotoyuki's purpose is to overturn the case again.

How many people, when faced with a problem, start to waver and prepare for a retreat when they encounter a little setback.

She was naive to do this with the Hitachi Foundation. She knew it was impossible to succeed but still chose to do it.

Although this young girl whose family has experienced tremendous changes has a simple personality and may feel confused about the future, she is surprisingly strong.

Unforgivable behavior is full of tragic romantic spirit. Wu Ma Xingjin admires such people very much, but if it really happens around him, he will try his best to avoid tragedy.

As a person who only reads sweet articles, and who must ask for the ending of the story, he will not stand idly by.

This is why he really made up his mind to help Arakawa Kotoyuki after she cried that night and said that he would not give up easily.

I have no idea where to start right now.

Wait, the virtual anchoring thing was originally proposed out of concern that Arakawa Kotoyuki might have psychological problems if she stayed alone at home.

Now it seems that you can accumulate popularity and fans through live broadcast, and then collect evidence.

Using the Internet to gain exposure, buy hot topics, and gain support from public opinion can more or less increase the possibility of success.

After all, in the information age, everyone likes to be a messenger of justice, competing to show the greatness of their personality through a small screen.

Maybe it would be better to discuss it with the minister?Maybe there will be a better plan.

On the way, I bought another box of Black Forest Chocolate Cake, and the clerk who handed out flyers at the door changed into a cute cat girl costume.

The clerk had a ponytail and wore white silk stockings, which attracted many male customers who stopped. Judging from their serious and motionless gazes, they were probably thinking about which cakes tasted good.

Someone sent a message on the line, the name is 'koukoumi', it was the ol Yu Izumi that day.

:free tonight?Sister, we can go have barbecue together after get off work (Seal Probe.jpg)

Damn it, it’s actually a seal!

Long press to save the picture, and Wuma Xingjin typed a reply.

: No, I’ve been quite busy recently.

：What about your rest day tomorrow?

: There’s not much time left.

: What a pity, but we are students after all, so it’s normal to be nervous about studying.

"I said Wuma, where did you go at noon?"

Mr. Tian returned to the classroom with the cleaned lunch box. At noon, Kobayakawa Yukane did not come directly to Wu Ma Xingjin. He saw his friend leaving the school.

By the way, why is Kobayakawa Yuaki-senpai so close to Wuma Seijin?so envious.

But if you think about it carefully, Kobayakawa Yukane is probably the opposite sex with whom Uma Seijin has the best relationship in school, right?

Since when did Wuma not have lunch with him?

Forget it, I can’t think of it.

Afternoon craft class.

The teacher's request this time is that each person makes a handmade pottery doll.

Wuma Xingjin and Tian Zhijing worked together, and each of them made a pottery doll.

Tanaka is being mocked by Murakami Nara and looks like a rotten turtle shell.

"You can't do any better than me!"

Mr. Tian pointed at Murakami Nara’s pottery doll:

"It looks like the insole of a footwear worn for ten years."

"You are not allowed to talk about my modesty!"

"Have you got a name yet?!"

Wuma Xingjin made a seal lying down with its eyes closed, took off his gloves and carefully glued a few whiskers on it.After firing, it is colored with paint.

"good"

The teacher of the craft class was very satisfied with the results of Wuma Xingjin and gave it a 95-point evaluation.

I brought the seal back from the teacher, dried it with a small fan, and put it into a box stuffed with sponges that I had prepared in advance.

That's it.

Wuma Xingjin breathed a sigh of relief.

The afternoon classes ended quickly, and Wu Ma Xingjin took the cake and seal to the Literature Department.

After packing his schoolbag and recalling that the minister drank instant tea on the day he joined the ministry, Wuma Xingjin bent down and took out a can of tea from the depths of the table.

This is so that you can easily grab it when you want to drink tea at school. However, because there are vending machines, there are many kinds of milk drinks.

In addition, my family always sends EMS express to me, so this jar of tea has been ignored.

When you go to the activity room and knock on the door, Yuan Qingxue is like a fairy in a book where time stands still.

In front of the window, dusk left mottled tree shadows on her shoulders. The girl lowered her head to read, her long eyelashes trembling.

Chapter 20 Find a prison

There was also Kobayakawa Ariake in the activity room. The senior sister had her legs together and her white socks stuck to her calves.

If there was a pervert here, he would probably hold up these beautiful legs and rub them with his cheeks with an intoxicated look on his face, right?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wu Ma"