Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Watanabe Yu nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

"Were the skewers that day spicy?"

Amamiya Ayana continued to ask questions along the same topic.

"Let's put it this way, it's within your acceptable range, and that little bit of spiciness is nothing to you."

Watanabe Yu gave the answer.

"What about your friends? Can those girls handle that level of spiciness?"

She asked in a natural tone.

"Their words are a bit forced."

"...That's it."

The Saint Lady's mood suddenly improved.

"However, it would be fine if we didn't talk about it. Once we started discussing it, why do I feel a little greedy?"

She raised her eyes and gave Mr. Troll a look.

"People should listen to their own inner thoughts. Can you help me solve this problem?"

Watanabe Yu understood and handed over the steps.

"Okay~"

The Saint Lady blinked, pretended to hesitate for a moment, then picked up a skewer of grilled chicken and placed it on her plate.

Like Mr. Troll said, she was helping him with his burden!

"Plus, it's night time now, so it's normal to feel greedy."

Watanabe Yu added another sentence.

Not to mention this kind of grilled skewers, even a bowl of instant noodles late at night is delicious. If you can add two sausages and a boiled egg on this basis, it can only be said to be the ultimate enjoyment of VIPs.

Anyway, when he was in college, anyone who could pull out this trick late on a Friday night could be called the greatest white-bearded person alive.

"So, you personally prefer the taste of the BBQ buffet that day?"

The Saint Lady picked up the skewer, took a small bite, and then squinted her eyes comfortably.

Sure enough, just as Mr. Troll said, the temperature was just right.

"Yes, but if you must say, they each have their own characteristics."

He gave a fair assessment.

"By the way, your school trip is going to the beach this time. Will the school organize this kind of self-service BBQ?"

Amamiya Ayana blinked and began to persuade her patiently.

"I'm not sure about that. Maybe we'll have to wait until next week? Or this Friday? to find out."

At least that's what Kiriyama and Ma's inside information said.

The specific itinerary of the school trip will not be announced until Friday at the earliest.

I can only say that the school really knows a lot about press conferences.

"The classmates who had the barbecue with you that day will also go with you, right?"

The Saint Lady put down the skewers, picked up the barley tea, and asked this question casually.

"Yes, and this time the freshmen and sophomores are going to the beach. If the school organizes a self-service BBQ, the people in the photo should be able to gather that day."

"What do you mean we should be able to gather them together?"

Amamiya Ayana keenly grasped the key point.

"The short-haired girl in the photo is a sophomore, our senior."

Watanabe Yu explained.

"Oh, is that so? I thought they were all your classmates." The Saint Lady took out a tissue and wiped her hands. "By the way, what's the name of that senior?"

"Hamabe Ryoko."

“…Hamabe?”

She suddenly realized something.

"Correct."

"Is her grandmother the old lady who was hospitalized last time?"

She frowned slightly.

As a result, it really turned out that something unexpected had happened.

But it doesn’t matter.

"Correct."

"I see."

The Saint Lady nodded and changed the subject.

"Yuu, remember to bring sunscreen on this school trip, and remember to apply it."

"That……"

"Don't think that boys don't need this. Too strong ultraviolet rays can burn your skin, especially at the beach."

Before Watanabe Yu could finish his words, Amemiya Ayana interrupted him.

She knew exactly what Mr. Troll was trying to say.

"..."

"..."

The words fell.

She and he stared at each other in silence for five seconds.

"…Okay, I'll go check out the counter on Saturday."

In the end, the confrontation ended with Watanabe Yu's defeat.

"I've already bought it for you."

The Saint Lady's voice was calm and peaceful.

"It's in the car. You can just take it back later. I don't need to teach you how to use it, right? That sunscreen is quite effective."

In fact, if possible, she even wanted to buy everything she needed.

But considering Watanabe Yu's personality, she suppressed the impulse.

"So considerate?"

"That's not it?"

The Saint Lady blinked.

"Thank you."

He thanked her sincerely. He accepted such kindness without any psychological pressure.

"You're welcome."

Amamiya Ayana chuckled, picked up the chicken skewer and took another bite.

There was a brief but not awkward silence in the room.

"Yu."

After finishing the skewer of chicken in her hand, she raised her eyes and looked at Watanabe Yu.

"Ok?"

"Can we have another BBQ buffet at the end of July? At your house."

The Saint Lady asked.

"Sure, I should have moved by then, just tell me what you want to eat so I can prepare it in advance."

Watanabe Yu agreed very readily.

The backyard of the new house is quite spacious. It would be so comfortable to have a BBQ there.

"I mean, can you invite Hamabe-senpai to come as well?"

She opened her cherry lips slightly and uttered these words.

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Chapter 106 Additional Targets

The next day, at seven forty in the morning.

"Morning, Yuu."

"Ryoko, good morning."

After coming out of Yaleju, Watanabe Yuto was standing at the door of the apartment, and greeted Hamabe Ryoko who was waiting for him with her schoolbag.

Ever since grandma went back to the countryside, they would occasionally go to school together like they do now.

"You look very sleepy, did you not get enough rest yesterday?"

After walking side by side on the residential street for a while, it was Hamabe Ryoko who took the initiative to start a conversation.

She observed carefully and found that he yawned three more times this morning than in the past.

"I came back a little late last night."

Watanabe Yu yawned and didn't hide anything.

His prediction turned out to be a prophecy.

By the time he got home, it was already early in the morning. After washing, tidying up, and summarizing and self-summarizing today's dinner, he didn't get into bed until one in the morning.

This morning he didn't even think he could get up.

But it is obvious that he underestimated his biological clock and the benefits of physical fitness (primary).

He must have stayed up late last night, so when he woke up this morning, apart from feeling a little tired, his body didn't feel heavy and he was in good condition.

Anyway, he is much better than when he was a corporate slave before he traveled through time.

If we add a physical fitness (intermediate level), then we can fly, right?

"Oh."

Hamabe Ryoko nodded slightly, suppressing the urge to ask him exactly how long it would take him to get home.

He told her about the Akiba Book Club gathering.

But she had never participated in such a party, so she was not very clear about what time such parties usually lasted.

"...Did yesterday's party go well?"

She thought about it for a moment and finally asked the question.

“It went surprisingly smoothly.”

Watanabe Yu raised his eyes and looked at the road in the distance.

On this early summer morning, the city seems to have woken up.

The city streets are filled with passers-by.

In front of the crosswalk, there are yawning office workers and students talking and laughing. The cars passing by on the road fill the entire lane. Quietly, the gears of this steel forest began to turn again.

"Smooth beyond your expectation?"