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

The fried rice is made quickly, and the steaming rice, shredded cabbage and finely chopped bacon cover the bowl in a small mound.

Even when eating, Arakawa Kotoyuki chews her food carefully.

His movements didn't look rushed, and the food on his plate disappeared no slower than Wuma Xingjin.

It was already 11:30 after the two of them finished eating. The stars were twinkling in the night sky and the number of pedestrians on the street became sparse.

"taste good."

Arakawa Kotoyuki clasped her hands together like a perfect eater who respects food and chefs:

"Thank you for hospitality."

After taking a sip of water, Arakawa Kotoyuki wiped her mouth and looked at Wuma Xingjin with [so awesome] in her eyes:

"Is Wuma Jun working in a restaurant? With such good skills, he must be a chef in a restaurant."

"Overrated."

"It's just simple food."

“To live on your own, cooking is a skill you must master.”

In the East, no one would serve fried rice to the table when guests come over. This is very rude.

Because in the Chinese concept, fried rice is just something to heat up unfinished leftover rice. The fried rice served at roadside stalls is more of a stomach filling and not a meal.

I don’t understand why so many people abroad are obsessed with this simple food.

The glowing golden egg fried rice in the animation is purely an artistic process.

It's like turning Captain America Rewards into a muscular golden wheel.

That kind of delicacy that makes people burst into tears after eating it may be added with trinitrotoluene.

But no matter whether the clothes explode or not, they still need to be washed. The difference between clean cloth strips and dirty cloth strips may be that one is a street artist and the other is a perverted exhibitionist.

"By the way, remember to wash your clothes."

Arakawa Kotoyuki's eyes widened, and red clouds instantly climbed up her white face:

"You, you saw it, right?"

"Isn't it just underwear? Don't you have 0 life skills? Why don't you just wash it?" Wuma Xingjin was very indifferent.

It was just underwear, not perverted, and a piece of fabric wouldn't excite him, but the style was unexpectedly innocent.

His only love experience failed, leaving him with PTSD towards women.

We can get along normally, but we won't have other ideas.

"I just forgot! I didn't wait for the maid to wash it for me."

Seeing that he didn't feel guilty, Arakawa Kotoyuki was the one who was embarrassed now.

So I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to check if there were any weird stains on my underwear.

Wuma Xingjin took out his cell phone and saw a dozen missed calls from the embassy.

Wuma Xingjin dialed back and was answered quickly.

"Is it classmate Wuma Xingjin?"

"Yes."

"Sorry, we couldn't get there in time."

"How are you now? Did the Yakuza hurt you?"

The phone operator sounded guilty.

When he learned that Wuma Xingjin was threatened by the Ji Dao, he immediately asked his superiors for instructions, but when the news came back, Wuma Xingjin's phone number could no longer be reached.

"Fortunately, I have escaped."

"Great!"

"Are you injured?"

The pain in the place where the bat hit me on my back still lingered.

"Yes, but I think it won't be a big problem."

"Remember to take care of it and go to the hospital tomorrow."

"What's the name of the Jida who's causing trouble for you?"

"Xiaoping group."

Wuma Xingjin said as if he was very sad:

"I'm very afraid that they will cause trouble again when I go to school."

"If this continues, I will not be able to complete my studies."

In the file that the operator saw, Wu Ma Xingjin was admitted to Hachioji Middle School with excellent results and had no bad resume. He seemed to be a good kid.

After reporting the name Xiaoping Group to the leader, he said:

"We will talk to relevant personnel in the next few days and it will be resolved soon. You just need to live a normal life."

"trouble"

After hanging up the phone, Wuma Xingjin thought for a while. He had no experience of staying with girls overnight.

So I sent a message in the group

: If you go out in the middle of the night and pick up a girl and take her home, is there anything you need to pay attention to?

:Who is this?Why have I never seen it? (dog head.jpg)

: I have a couple hotel experience coupon here. As a good brother, I will give you [-] yen.

: He can obviously steal money, but he insists on giving you an experience coupon. I cry to death.

: Does it look good?Please show the photos to the good friends. Don’t make me kneel down to beg you.

: Just lie to your buddies, don’t really fool yourself into it, woo woo woo...

Ignore the crazy people

Wuma Xingjin saw a private message from a senior student in the club.

: Prepare a set of pajamas. The weather is very cold. You can try making a bowl of ginger syrup to drive away the cold. Hot tea is also suitable.

: Also, be sure not to have physical contact. Girls are very timid, this will frighten her.

:Thanks

:It’s okay(*^_^*)

The owner of the message bit his finger, with a complicated expression, and a certain emotion was burning in his beautiful eyes.

"With Wuma Jun's character, it is impossible to simply bring a girl home."

"Something must have happened."

Kobayakawa Arisu wanted to run to Wuma Xingjin's house immediately to ask about the situation.

But it was too late, and the last tram had stopped long ago. With Wu Majun's schedule, he would have gone to bed long ago by the time it passed.

"Why is it not me who stays at Wuma-kun's house!"

Be sure to ask clearly when we meet tomorrow.

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying.

The feelings of jealousy cannot be stopped.

I have been waiting for Wuma Xingjin for a year and witnessed him rejecting many girls' confessions.

From time to time, he and Wu Majun would eat lunch alone in the club, but those girls didn't even have a chance to say a few words to Wu Majun.

If this continues, I should be the one staying with Mr. Wuma.

Why is there another woman running out now?

"Wuma Jun is mine."

Kobayakawa Arisu held the pillow with the picture of Uma Seijin between his arms, his round legs rubbed slowly, and a flush appeared on his face.

The photos were secretly taken by her with a small camera.

The sleepiness is gone.

Wuma Xingjin made another cup of tea.

As for pajamas, I couldn't give her my own. Thinking that I had given Arakawa Kotoyuki a set of clothes, I could make do with it for the time being.

When Kotoyuki Arakawa came out of the bathroom, she heard soft music echoing with a soothing melody.

"This song is very nice."

"what is it call?"

"Magura"

"I'm curious about something."

"Wuma Jun, you said you are an international student?"

"Um"

"Aren't all Chinese names two or three characters long?"

Wu Ma Xingjin closed the "Magic Ball" in his hand, put the bookmark between the pages, and planned to read the rest tomorrow.

"That's true, but there are also some surnames like Dongfang, Sima, and Tantai."

"My name is like this."

"I see."

Wu Ma Xingjin took out a new toothbrush and cup for Arakawa Kotoyuki, which she brought back from the last school trip.

Wu Ma Xingjin didn't have a deep impression of the school trip. The only thing he remembered was that the local Japanese confectionery was delicious.

The boss is a graduated female college student who has returned to her hometown. She wears old-fashioned square-framed eyes.