Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"Oh, you mean the photos?" Koshimura Sawa pulled a thick stack of photos from his bag, which he'd tossed onto the sofa—the very ones he'd peeled off the wall. "Keeping these things isn't good for your mental and physical health..."

A. "I'll take it back and use it first."

B. "I will take over your mission of secretly taking photos."

[C. "Nagasaki Vegan, you don't want anyone to know either..."]

"I'll take it back and use it first."

"How could this happen..." Nagasaki Motoyo was on the verge of tears.

Unfortunately, being a homebody, she was rich in theory but lacked practical experience, so she had no way of knowing exactly how to use this "use".

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"Alright, alright, let's eat first, or the noodles will get soggy." Yuecunze casually stuffed the photo back into his bag.

Although Nagasaki Sue was somewhat distracted, she still obediently sat back down at the table.

Seeing her listless state, mechanically picking at noodles and putting them into her mouth, Yuecun Ze realized this wasn't working. After a moment's thought, he opened his mouth:

"Nagasaki-kun, an elephant escaped from a zoo. The zoo issued an emergency notice. Shortly after, the zoo director heard that the elephant had been captured and was very happy. He rushed to the scene, only to find that what had been brought back was a martial arts monk. Do you know why?"

Nagasaki Motoyo looked up at him, puzzled.

"Because the one who was brought back was a Four-Elephant Monk (a monk who resembles an elephant)."

"Pfft... It's so cold." Nagasaki Motoyo couldn't maintain her 16-year-old widow-like expression for a second, and her composure crumbled instantly.

"Hehe, actually I have a joke I've been keeping hidden away, but I can't open the box anymore."

"What the heck is going on..."

The two bowls were quickly emptied; at a crucial moment, a bowl of hot noodle soup can indeed soothe the soul.

The night outside the window was deep, and the city's neon lights flowed in through the polished floor-to-ceiling windows. Although the living room was still somewhat dim, it was no longer deserted.

"Phew... I'm full." Koshimura Sawa stood up. "Thank you for the meal... no, it seems I cooked all the food. Anyway... goodbye."

He picked up his bag, ready to leave.

As Nagasaki Motoyo watched his retreating figure, a strange sense of loss suddenly welled up inside her.

Although it's a little annoying sometimes... the thought of him walking out that door and then being surrounded by the same overwhelming loneliness again...

“Wait—” she blurted out almost immediately.

Koshimura Sawa suddenly turned around.

No, it's not over yet?

"Will you come again tomorrow?" she asked anxiously, then, as if afraid of being misunderstood, she hurriedly looked up and added, "I... I mean... starting tomorrow, I want to start practicing my cooking skills again. You know, for a pastor in the field of unity, this is actually quite important... but I'm not sure I can handle it alone. If someone could taste the food for me... maybe... it would be better?"

After Nagasaki Motoyo finished speaking, she couldn't hold back anymore. Would anyone really believe such a lame excuse?

Koshimura's eyes lit up immediately. Although he already had a clear understanding of Nagasaki Motoyo's cooking skills, this was a freebie, you know?

Putting everything else aside, at least the ingredients are fresh, and I don't have to spend any money myself.

"Alright," he answered readily. "You don't know, but I was once one of the Elite Ten at Totsuki Academy, it's just a pity..."

Nagasaki Motoyo couldn't help but smile as she watched him spout nonsense, her slight apprehension turning into joy.

Both of them felt they had gotten a good deal.

"Oh, right, Nagasaki-kun."

Koshimura pointed to the blank wall.

"If you're still reluctant to leave it, how about trying to fill this wall with other photos?"

He felt a little uncomfortable under Nagasaki Motoyo's piercing gaze and quickly explained.

“I’m talking about open and aboveboard photos, not secretly taken photos.% (II) Bell I?I|〒 II? Meaning &』30⑻ Two pieces.”

“Other…photos?” Nagasaki Motoyo repeated his words.

"Anyway, think about it first. See you tomorrow." Koshimura waved his hand and turned to leave.

Nagasaki Motoyo sat on the sofa, somewhat dazed, listening to his footsteps gradually disappear into the entryway.

The room, which had just been filled with laughter and chatter, fell silent instantly, leaving her all alone. That familiar feeling of loneliness seemed to creep back in silently, trying to envelop her once more.

Nagasaki Motoyo's smile slowly faded, and she stared blankly at the dining table. Two bowls were placed side by side, and in the one opposite her, there were still some tomato soup residues with a few scallions floating on top—it was the one Koshimura Sawa had just used.

She stared at the reflection in the bowl for a while, then suddenly reached out her hand.

Then, driven by an impulse she couldn't understand herself, she picked up the bowl that still retained some warmth, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip of the remaining noodle soup.

It seems to taste a little sweet.

"Sorry, my phone seems to have fallen into the sand—" Koshimura Sawa had just rushed back when he saw Nagasaki Motoyo holding her bowl, drinking the remaining noodle soup with a blissful expression.

Nagasaki Motoyo stared wide-eyed at him as he suddenly turned back, and the two locked eyes.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

pat.

The schoolbag slipped from Koshimura's hand and fell to the ground.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Möbius Strip from Which There Is No Escape

"What do you mean you were late because you helped the female classmate upstairs pack her things until very late?" Kawakami Sadaya asked.

"That's just how it is." Koshimura Sawa tightened the bag slung over his shoulder and looked at her helplessly.

"Do you think the teacher will still believe your nonsense..." Kawakami Sadaya closed her eyes and sighed, "Go back to your seat quickly."

Yuecun Ze felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly scurried back to his seat. Just as he settled in, the head of a large pink dog peeked out from beside him.

“Sawarin.” He turned his head and saw Chihaya Aine looking at him with concern.

"Actually... next time you could try saying something like you were helping an old lady cross the street...?"

Damn it, even you don't believe me, Tokyo Anon, I'm so heartbroken.

"Anyway, you shouldn't stay up late anymore, it's bad for your health..." Chihaya Aine ran her hand through her hair, her expression suddenly turning serious as she said mysteriously, "By the way, Sawarin, I have something important to say!"

"Ok?"

"After school, I want to go and take a look at the club building!" Chihaya Aine said, deliberately lowering her voice.

"Since Haneoka isn't a professional school, it must have clubs related to Void, like the Light Music Club... So I wanted to see if I could find new members for my adventure party."

Oh my god, you also like that girl who hums softly?

It's not that I like the soft humming of girls, it's just something the system randomly assigned.

If you like it, just say you like it. Why are you being so stubborn?

"Wait...you mean you're going to go to someone else's club to find members of an adventurer's group?" Koshimura Sawa was a little confused.

Isn't this just poaching talent?

Then why did you bring me along? To shield you from harm?

“That’s why I’m taking you with me,” Chihaya Aine said matter-of-factly. “It’ll make us look more imposing.”

Koshimura Sawa: "......"

as long as you are happy.

Don't spill blood on me.

Koshimura casually agreed, then turned around and saw that Onamizu Kazuhiko had turned around at some point, his elbows resting on his desk, staring at him intently.

"!!!"

Who was the scoundrel who put Jumpscare here?

"Where is my monster girl?" Wen Shuihe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

broken.

I was so busy tidying up Nagasaki Motoyo's room that I forgot about this.

Koshimura forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and opened his lips with trembling hands: "Hee, can we reconcile?"

Wen Shuihe remained silent, only smiling as he looked at him.

A cold sweat broke out on Koshimura's forehead instantly.

"Hey, you guys, stop whispering!" Mr. Niuwan, the civics teacher on the podium, suddenly looked in their direction and shouted sternly.

A piece of chalk flew over like an arrow, whistling through the air, and struck Wen Shuiheyan squarely on the back of the head.

"Ah!" Wen Shuiheyan screamed in agony.

Headshot!

"Pfft." Yuecun Ze couldn't help but laugh when he saw him covering his forehead with a wronged expression.

"You said he didn't say it was you, huh!" In a fit of anger, Teacher Niuwan suddenly snapped, and another piece of chalk flew over.

"call out--"

However, the expected screams did not occur.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Koshimura Sawa silently raised his hand.

Between his index and middle fingers was the chalk, which had broken in two due to the impact, and was still emitting wisps of heat from the friction.

"Wh-what?!" Teacher Niuwan's eyes popped off his nose, his face filled with disbelief, and he took a step back.

He's a level 7 warrior, and he's never missed a shot in his 12 years of service. How could a mere level 1 student possibly catch his chalk?!

Think in parallel, kid.

Koshimura silently released his grip, and the chalk fell to the ground, making a sound like a bullet casing hitting the ground in the deathly silence.

"What was that incredible move just now?!"

"He actually caught Ushimaru-sensei's chalk, that's amazing... Is he a ninja...?"

A murmur of discussion had already begun to ripple around them.

Domo, ninjia slayer desu.

Mr. Niuwan's face flushed red and then turned pale. Seeing the commotion in the class, he quickly coughed twice and slammed his hand on the blackboard: "Ahem, let's continue the lesson!"

The civics class ended in an awkward atmosphere. As soon as the bell rang, Ms. Niuwan grabbed her lesson plan and fled the classroom as if she were escaping.

Chihaya Aine quickly stood up, intending to come closer and continue discussing her grand plan with Koshimura Sawa.

However, as soon as she stood up, she found that Koshimura Sawa's seat was already surrounded by people.

"Wow, Koshimura is amazing! He caught Ushimaru's chalk with his bare hands. I heard that nothing like that has ever happened since he started teaching!" A boy excitedly patted Koshimura on the shoulder.

low profile.

“However,” a bespectacled boy pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp white light, and looked behind Koshimura Sawa at Hikigaya Hachiman's seat, who had disappeared somewhere as soon as get out of class ended, “there have been cases where people have avoided it before—”

"To be able to catch a piece of chalk traveling at 36 km/h, what incredible dynamic capability! It's truly terrifying..."

That's what ninjas are like.