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Hayakawa silently turned his head away, his sharp gaze avoiding the girl in front of him.

Kominami Aizami didn't notice Hayakawa's unusual behavior. She yawned and said in a coquettish tone, "Sorry, I'll get up now."

With that, she jumped off Hayakawa's bed, slipped on her slippers, and ran out of the bedroom, making a "tap tap tap" sound all the way.

"You'd better explain why you slept in my room first,"

Hayakawa walked out of the room with a slightly cold expression, and said sternly, "Isn't there a guest room for you?"

"I was so sleepy waiting for you,"

Xiao Meilang Aicheng shrugged: "I was confused and just randomly went into a room without paying attention."

Hayakawa's face darkened: "You mean you blame me?"

"I didn't say that."

Xiao Mei shrank back, looking timid and afraid of Hayakawa, but deep down there was no fear in her eyes.

Hayakawa's expression darkened further upon hearing this: "I never see you that tired when I come home late. Aren't you always playing games with Umaru, looking energetic? I have to go and call you back. And even if I come home late, you shouldn't be sleeping so soundly. As a tutor, shouldn't you be sitting upright in the living room chair, preparing your textbooks and lesson materials, waiting for me to come home?!"

This guy is getting more and more shameless...

Hayakawa squinted, looking expressionlessly at Minami Aizawa, who stood upright with her hands behind her back, her face full of "fearlessness." After a long while, she sighed softly and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mimi Nami holds out a hand: "I'm hungry!"

Chapter 247 The Night Before the Trip

"With this weather, there probably won't be many takeout options available,"

Hayakawa scratched his head and glanced at the kitchen: "I'll just make something simple, no problem, right?"

"No, not or not."

Xiao Meilang Aicheng immediately put on her slippers and sat down on a chair at the dining table to wait. She glanced at the balcony window and exclaimed in surprise, "It's raining! When did it start?"

"...How long did you sleep?"

Hayakawa muttered a helpless complaint, turned around and went to the kitchen. He had just washed his hands when he found Ayame Kominami standing next to him, looking at him expectantly.

Hayakawa asked expressionlessly, "What?"

"that…"

Minami Aizami pouted and poked her chest with her finger: "I suddenly have a craving for tempura and soba noodles~"

Hayakawa: "..."

At this moment, Hayakawa's gaze could no longer be described as disdain, but rather as looking at some kind of industrial waste that did not exist in this world.

Hayakawa silently looked at the girl in front of her, Aimi Nami, and asked, "Are you really here to study?"

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy to study."

Xiao Meilang Aicheng said matter-of-factly, "I've taught you for so long, when have I ever been dissatisfied with you?"

Hayakawa felt that what she said seemed to make sense. Although he had various opinions about her, at least she was fine when lecturing, which made him very satisfied.

Hayakawa remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Only fried sakura shrimp."

"I have no opinion."

Xiao Meilang Aicheng gave an OK sign with great satisfaction, then obediently went back to her room to sit and wait for her meal.

Hayakawa ignored him and silently started the fire to heat the oil.

Another waste of time.

……

Ai-chan: Umaru, come quick, your junior is going to make something delicious.

Burying the hamster: What?

Senior Ai Cheng: It's good that you came. Your brother is working overtime tonight. Weren't you planning to eat leftovers to make do? You might as well come over for dinner.

Buried Hamster: Oh... here I come.

Senior Ai Cheng: Hurry up, and don't say I sent you.

Burying the hamster: Senior...

Xiao Meilang Aicheng gave a wicked smile, then decisively turned off her phone.

Based on what Hayakawa said when I first met him: "Anyway, there's no difference between making one serving and making two servings, so there's no difference between cooking for two people and cooking for three people, right?"

It's pitiful that Umaru-chan is working overtime and has no food at home. My kind-hearted junior would never want his childhood friend to go hungry, so I'll just call her over.

At worst, I can just give the younger generation an extra half hour of lessons later.

Kominami Aizami wondered what kind of expression Hayakawa would have when she gave him a lesson later.

It must be that kind of beaming expression.

Hayakawa: I have no objection.

Xiao Mei nodded inwardly. In her opinion, Hayakawa had been a loner for too long, and his stubborn personality and strange behavior made it no wonder that he couldn't make friends at school. As his senior and having received his kindness, she couldn't just stand by and watch him be alone. She had to find a way to help him make some friends, and Umaru was a perfect candidate. They were childhood friends and neighbors, and normally they should be going to and from school together. But they rarely saw each other, and even exchanging a few words would be awkward. This was very abnormal.

Mimi Aizami is determined to change all of this. She's had enough of Hayakawa, who only knows how to study and works hard every day. She wants to create a world where her juniors can be happy and loving.

"Ding dong~"

Not long after, the doorbell rang. Hayakawa, who was busy in the kitchen, peeked out in confusion. Who could be coming over on a rainy day?

"Who?"

He walked towards the entrance, asking questions as he opened the door.

Standing at the door was Umaru Doma, dressed in a thin nightgown.

Hayakawa: "..."

"Oh my, isn't that Hayakawa?"

Doma Umaru was caught off guard when Hayakawa opened the door. Her pretty face flushed red, and she stammered, "Good evening, what are you doing here?"

Hayakawa looked at him strangely, completely unsure how to answer the question in Japanese. After thinking for a moment, he replied in more international English, "...This is my home."

"Haha, Joke, just kidding, don't take it to heart."

Xiaomai wanted to slap herself. She awkwardly replied in English, then touched her shoulders and pretended to shiver, saying, "It's raining, and it's a bit cold in the hallway."

Hayakawa remained unmoved, standing at the door like a gatekeeper, staring at her with icy eyes.

Umaru hardened her heart and squeezed her way in: "Just let me in first, no matter what."

Hayakawa immediately stretched out his hands to block her outside, and said with a stern face, "Don't even think about it!"

"Why?"

Umaru felt extremely wronged. Why could her senior freely enter his house, while she was stopped at the door? This differential treatment was too obvious!

As Xiaomai thought about it, her nose tingled slightly, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.

Don't think I don't know what you're up to.

Hayakawa said expressionlessly.

Umaru was taken aback. What did I want to do? I just wanted to come over for a free meal... and also to see if anything happened between you and Mei-senpai, who were alone together.

"You must be here to call Xiaomei Lang-senpai over to play games again, right?"

Hayakawa pointed at Umaru with an icy expression and said, "I'm telling you, don't even think about it. Today is my last day out of town, and I've already decided to study all night. Don't even think about affecting my plans."

As he spoke, he gripped the door frame tightly with both hands, guarding the girl in front of him with the same vigilance one would show in a home.

"..."

Doma looked bewildered, then said dejectedly, "I'm not here to play games, I just came to freeload a meal."

"Ok?"

Hayakawa was taken aback, and asked subconsciously with a confused expression, "How did you know we were about to eat?"

"Huh? This..."

Umaru was startled, her expression changing slightly before she said guiltily, "I smelled cooking next door, so..."

Hayakawa looked at her strangely, then at the apartment walls, and twitched his nose: "Is the building's odor insulation really that bad? That shouldn't be the case."

Can such a reason be believed?

Upon hearing this, Umaru turned her head away, not daring to reply at all.

Hayakawa turned around, squinting at Umaru warily: "You're really not here to drag people away, are you?"

"It really isn't..."

Umaru was on the verge of tears, as her impression of Hayakawa had been completely ruined by his actions over the past few days.

"Playing video games is definitely out of the question,"

Hayakawa thought for a moment and said, "But as for meals, it won't be too much for just you."

Umaru blinked and looked at Hayakawa.

"come in."

Hayakawa silently stepped aside, pointing coldly and saying, "If you bring up topics like games, I'll throw you out immediately."

Umaru ignored it all and rushed into the living room, where she saw her beloved senior. The sounds of the two girls laughing and joking filled the air.

"It's so noisy..."

Hayakawa went in and took a look, then turned and went into the kitchen.

Chapter 248 Buckwheat Noodles and Computers

"Two-eighths buckwheat cold noodles, and sakura shrimp tempura,"

Hayakawa placed three bowls of noodles on the table and calmly said, "Please enjoy."

"Twenty-eight?"

Looking at the soba noodles in front of her, Aimi Nami asked, somewhat puzzled, "What does this mean?"

She looked at the noodles in front of her, which were a crystal-clear white on the tray, and their color looked very tempting under the light. There were also some seaweed and sesame seeds scattered on top, and next to them was a small cup containing a dark purple buckwheat sauce.

"The '28' refers to the buckwheat flour content, right?"

Doma Umaru pondered for a moment, then, recalling his older brother's interest in popular science, he explained, "I remember that if the raw material of the noodles is 80% buckwheat flour, it's called [28 buckwheat noodles], and if it's 100% buckwheat flour, it's called [100 buckwheat noodles]. The texture and flavor of the noodles will differ depending on the amount of buckwheat flour. 28 buckwheat noodles seem to have a relatively better texture."

"And the cup for this sauce also has a name,"

Xiaomai pointed to the cup: "The name is [Buckwheat Pig Mouth], and pig mouth means small cup."

With a look of newfound knowledge, Mimi Aizawa exclaimed in slight surprise, "Eh, there's such knowledge? I've worked in a maid café for so long, and this is the first time I've ever heard of it."

"Your coffee shop only sells magic omelet rice, right?"

Hayakawa's face darkened. He had ordered from that restaurant before and knew exactly what kind of people they were. So, he said expressionlessly, "Stop talking and just eat."

"Hey~"

Having her glamorous image exposed, Ayame glared at Hayakawa with displeasure, picked up her chopsticks, clasped her hands together, and whispered, "I'm starting to eat."

Seeing this, Umaru followed her example and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.

Hayakawa didn't sit down, but turned around and went back to the kitchen.

"Younger generation?"

Just as Mimi Nami was about to pick up some noodles with her chopsticks, she saw Hayakawa leave and asked in confusion.

Hayakawa went into the kitchen and returned shortly afterward with a plate filled with various loose snacks.

"Takoyaki, cheese croquettes, and matcha cake?"

Xiao Meilang's eyes lit up as she looked at the plate: "Junior, you made so many things!"

"Just do this while you're at it; the matcha is readily available."

Hayakawa sat down calmly: "Let's not waste any time."