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

And there is no no option for this multiple choice question.

"It's really troublesome."

"If the Jida knocks on the door one day, I will definitely turn you in."

"After the deal is done."

Talking about trouble, Wuma Xingjin still agreed.

Wu Ma Xingjin's home is in an apartment building not far from Hachioji Junior High School.

Himeji Izakaya is not far from the apartment, less than 10 minutes' walk away.

The two of them returned home holding umbrellas, silent all the way.

When Wuma Xingjin came in, he would take off his clothes and throw them into the dirty clothes basket.

"No one has ever used these slippers."

Handing a slipper that was obviously a man's to Arakawa Kotoyuki.

"Thank you"

Arakawa Kotoyuki took off her dirty mid-calf socks and put on her slippers. The pure white socks were about to turn into snow...dirty brown.

The socks were thrown into the trash can. If someone with a business sense were present, they would probably be collected and auctioned on Twitter. Maybe someone would like this.

Brand new socks (×)

Second-hand socks worn by beautiful girls. Prime (?)

If it really appeared around me, I believe someone would be frightened by the river clam game.

Wuma Xingjin planned to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

It was warm in the tram, but not enough to dry out his clothes. After all, it was just an air conditioner, not a hair dryer.

It would be worse to say that this is worse. The clothes stick to the body in a sticky manner. For a person with a slight mysophobia, this is a torturous journey.

Glancing at Arakawa Kotoyuki, who was almost soaked in water, Wuma Xingjin sighed helplessly.

He didn't have any strange hobbies, and he didn't have women's clothes at home, so he found a piece of his own clothes and threw it to her.

"You'd better go wash it first."

When she was on the street, the zipper of her coat reached directly to the top. She didn't want those obscene eyes to see her body.

Now that he had to take a shower, Arakawa Kotoyuki also followed Wuma Seijin's example and took off his coat and threw it into the clothes basket.

The shirt sticks to the skin, and even traces of underwear can be seen. The fair skin looks like fine ivory under the light.

Her hair, which is as lustrous as crow feathers, sticks to her front, and its beautiful curves are reminiscent of classroom curtains that swell in the spring breeze.

Usually some people will defend the behavior of voyeurism as the pursuit of beauty.

Wuma Xingjin was not that kind of person, and he did not take the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The eldest lady obviously didn't know what to say, she was so ashamed.

After entering the bathroom, he unconsciously picked up Wuma Xingjin's short sleeves and smelled them.

It has a clean and warm smell.

Realizing that something was wrong with his behavior, Arakawa Kotoyuki immediately moved away.

I was just checking to see if they were washed clothes. What if I was given dirty clothes that I had worn?

That's right, it is.

There was a shower sound coming from the bathroom.

Wuma Xingjin made tea, turned on the air conditioner, and tried to increase the temperature in the room.

"click"

The old air conditioner made a tired sound.

After a while, there was no sound at all, as if he couldn't wait to return to the recycling bin.

Wuma Xingjin got used to it and hit the body of the air conditioner twice hard.

The air conditioner is running again and makes less noise.

The machine soul is displeased

The secret Wu Ma Xingjin learned from a repair shop worker worked again.

He didn't know how long the air conditioner, which was older than him, could last.

The previous air conditioner was borrowed by the landlord on the grounds that "the daughter was getting married and they just needed an air conditioner."

This one was collected by Wuma Xingjin from an old lady nearby.

The old lady had a kind face and said that such an air conditioner only cost 600 yen for Wu Ma Xingjin. Then she pushed her granddaughter's line and twitter to him, saying that she could come to her home often.

I didn’t expect that today’s elderly people are quite keeping pace with the times.

Rubbing his temples, Wuma Xingjin had a headache.

Why did this vulgar light novel plot of taking in a beautiful girl happen to him?

But the current problem is the Xiaoping group.I wonder if the Yakuza will one day find them like a hyena that smells fresh meat.

Reality is not anime.

The one who descended upon him was not an angel wearing ceramite power armor.

He is probably a Yakuza with a Kansai accent and a face full of flesh.

But no matter what it is, it’s not a good thing, right?

Chapter 5: It’s enough to lie to your buddies, don’t lie to yourself.

He held up the hot tea and took a sip. The heat entered from his mouth and relieved the cold.

Wuma Xingjin wiped his body with a towel while looking at what ingredients were left.

Okay, there's half a cabbage left.

If nothing unexpected happens tonight, Wuma Xingjin plans to go to the supermarket to buy new vegetables for the refrigerator.

It's a pity that no one can tell which of life's surprises and accidents will come first.

Wuma Xingjin secretly planned to have a good meal after the eldest lady swiped her card tomorrow.

There is a nigiri sushi restaurant next to Asakusa Shrine. It is said that if you are lucky, you will meet a miko who is off work, and you can invite Kobayakawa-senpai to join you.

The bathroom door opened, and a graceful figure stepped out of the rising heat.

Arakawa Kotoyuki's clothes were loose and loose, a slight heat was rising from her body just out of the bath, and her hair was half dry.

She did not take her time to enjoy the bath as before, but took the time to simply wipe it off and get out immediately.

I don’t know if it’s because the water temperature is too high or because there’s nothing under my pajamas.

Being alone in a room with a healthy boy, Arakawa Kotoyuki felt a little hot and extremely nervous.

Seeing that the bathroom was vacated, Wuma Xingjin asked casually without even looking at it:

"Didn't you have dinner?"

Not only did she not have dinner, she didn't even have lunch. Her little physical strength was exhausted by her escape, and now she just felt a little dizzy, maybe due to low blood sugar.

"I haven't eaten anything since morning."

"goo"

My stomach growled at the right time.

"Can you make fried rice? Forget it, I can tell you're not feeling well just by the look on your face."

"I'm not cold-blooded enough to let someone who is almost exhausted cook for me. Just wait on the sofa."

"Fried rice? Is it the kind from a Chinese restaurant?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki recalled the scene at Bunkyo's Chinese restaurant with her classmates last year.

The food she usually eats is prepared by the servants. Let alone cooking, Arakawa Kotoyuki has never been in the kitchen.

Looking at Arakawa Kotoyuki's memories, Wu Ma Xingjin said that it was expected that the pampered eldest lady of the Arakawa Group could cook.

Wuma Xingjin looked at the time and saw that he had to take a shower quickly.

"Wait a moment until I finish taking a shower and cooking."

After grabbing a set of clean clothes, Wuma Xingjin entered the bathroom, threw the wet clothes into the washing machine and pressed the switch.

Before he could take off his shirt, Wuma Xingjin's lips twitched and he found a piece of soft and thin fabric hanging in the bathroom.

Not washed yet?Is it really appropriate to put it here?

Of course, he is not someone with a special fetish who would use the underwear of beautiful girls.

Wuma Xingjin carefully put it aside, ready to tell Arakawa Kotoyuki to pay attention.

The water temperature was lowered a bit. The water temperature was suitable for Arakawa Kotoyuki, but not for him.

Wiping his hair, Wuma Xingjin finished taking a shower.

"Ding"

Steam comes out of the rice cooker, and the rice is just cooked. The round rice grains are fragrant and exude the fragrance of rice.

He saw Kotoyuki Arakawa sitting on the tatami.

Holding the tea in both hands, sipping it in small sips, the word elegance is written on every gesture.

"What's the name of this tea? I've never tasted this variety."

Arakawa Kotoyuki poured another cup, the sweet tea soothed his tired spirit.

"No, it's just ordinary tea grown in the tea mountain at home."

"Huh? It obviously tastes good."

Holding the kitchen knife in hand, skillfully cut the cabbage into shreds.