"Very hungry..."
In the girly bedroom, Furuhashi wearing pajamas with blue hair flowing behind his shoulders, was sitting at the table, his right hand covering his stomach pitifully.
"I really want to eat, Strawberry Daifuku, Dorayaki, Taiyaki, Crispy Chocolate Puff..."
The sound of a finger touching the packaging bag suddenly sounded.
Furuhashi suddenly woke up and quickly withdrew his left hand.
"Not!"
"Wait!"
"Furuhashi Fumino, you are not a child anymore, you can't lower your head for a snack!"
Furuhashi shook his head vigorously, swallowed the saliva from his mouth, stretched out his hand and lightly patted his cheek to keep herself awake.
"It was all because of eating snacks at night that made me gain weight. If I can't keep my mouth shut, I'll soon be round like a balloon."
Furuhashi took a deep breath and looked away from the snack with difficulty: "Get up and do a set of yoga moves to burn excess fat and calories, Furuhashi, come on!"
3 minutes later.
Furuhashi was lying on his back on the tatami with his arms outstretched while panting heavily.
"I am very tired."
"Yoga is tiring."
"I can't do it anymore."
Furuhashi naturally had no talent for sports, she was actually a sports blocker. She barely passed the physical exam every time, and she never did any exercise at home. Sticking to yoga for 3 minutes is the limit.
"I'm so hungry, I really want to eat."
"It's only 9 pm, I should at least study until 11 before I can rest…"
Thinking of starving for so long, Furuhashi suddenly became desperate.
"It is impossible to study comfortably like this."
"I asked Ricchan in the morning, because she often runs around to deliver takeout udon, but she doesn't gain weight… I always feel that his chest volume is increasing again."
Crossing out Ogata Rizu which had no reference meaning, Furuhashi quickly thought of Naoki.
"I wonder if Asakawa-san will be hungry at night?"
"Must..."
"What does Asakawa do when he's hungry? Do I want to send a message and ask?"
While hesitating, the phone suddenly vibrated.
Furuhashi looked at the phone: "Eh, Asakawa-san?"
Could it be that we have a good understanding of each other, I thought of Asakawa-san, and Asakawa-san happened to think of me too?
"Ah, don't think about it, it was all a coincidence."
Furuhashi blushed, and hastily shook his head and opened the message.
"Furuhashi, are you free tomorrow?"
Seeing the message on the phone, Furuhashi hastily sat up straight, and read twice more carefully, finally confirming that she wasn't mistaken.
(Why is Asakawa-san suddenly asking such a question?)
(If you have something to say at school tomorrow, it's okay to message me so late, maybe it's something that can't be said face to face...)
Furuhashi suddenly thought of a possibility.
(Could it be...want to ask me out on a date?)
"Not!" Furuhashi shook his head vigorously, "This is more likely to be serious than a date?"
It was just that after some thought, a red color quickly flashed across Furuhashi's face, and his fingers swiped across the phone screen.
"Would you like to ask what happened first and then answer?"
"If it's a date, I refuse?"
"Don't let Ricchan and Miku misunderstand..."
Furuhashi widened his eyes, "When did I send the message? Why is there still 'time'!"
Furuhashi hastily wanted to withdraw the message, but unfortunately she was a step too late.
A 'read' sign has appeared on LINE.
"Nice to have time."
Naoki immediately sent a new message.
"Too late, one step too late..."
Furuhashi only felt like there was a fire burning his cheeks, she couldn't help but lay down on the bed with a thud, and buried his face in the pillow.
Embarrassed!
What a shame!
Obviously he wanted to refuse, why did she say she had time?
If Asakawa-san asks for a date in the next sentence, there's no way to refuse.
Naoki: "Tomorrow afternoon, I want to ask you something."
Seeing the new message on the phone, Furuhashi heaved a sigh of relief.
"Since something happened, it shouldn't be a date..."
But in the next moment, Furuhashi's heart accelerated again.
"Please come home with me."
"Go home?"
If I remember correctly, Asakawa-san seemed to be renting an apartment outside by himself, it turned out to be more extreme than dating, so he just wanted to take me home!
"Calm down."
"Don't think too much."
Furuhashi covered his hot cheeks, wanting to restore his composure, but some bad images involuntarily appeared in his mind.
A 16-year-old girl in an era of information explosion, Furuhashi actually knows a lot of knowledge that shouldn't be known.
"Impossible."
"Asakawa-san won't be so vicious…?"
Thinking of the few remaining values of Naoki's integrity, Furuhashi suddenly hesitated, and in the end, his tone became even more guilty.
A boy suddenly invites a girl home, maybe he has bad intentions!
"I can't think of it, I have to ask everything clearly!"
Furuhashi replied to the message. "That… Asakawa-san is in trouble?"
"Yeah, a lot of trouble."
"How would Asakawa-san want me to help?"
"It's a bit hard to say..."
Furuhashi opened his eyes again.
(Difficult?)
(What a shame if Asakawa-san said such a thing!)
"It... ." Furuhashi suggested, "Why don't you ask Ricchan and Miku?"
"They don't match." Naoki answered quickly, "Only you can do this."
"Only I can..."
Furuhashi subconsciously held his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat was clearly heard in his ears.
"Because of the two idiots, my mother is now suspicious of my sexual orientation." Naoki sighed "So please come home with me tomorrow and help explain."
It must be Rin who comes back and complains, if Naoki knew it would be like this, he wouldn't have given her 50 yen!
"Eh, sexual orientation?"
Furuhashi widened his eyes in surprise, "Asakawa-san likes boys?"
"I like girls."
"Good..."
Furuhashi heaved a sigh of relief.
No, Asakawa-san likes girls, why should I relax!
"Cough." Furuhashi took over the conversation, "Don't worry, Asakawa-san, I agree."
Put down the phone.
Furuhashi heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something.
"Forgot to ask Asakawa-san what to do if I was hungry at night… Do you want to text again?"
Furuhashi rolled over twice on the bed with the phone, and finally put it down:
"Forget it, let's ask tomorrow... keep studying!"
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