Kaori Iwai said no.

I stayed in awkwardly again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn’t really want to eat that rice ball.

But Kaori Iwai pulled his short skirt with a look of alert, which made him very embarrassed.

Those who don’t know thought Beiyuan Nanfeng wanted to eat her...

Sure enough.

This literary girl is the most difficult to deal with, and she has no idea what she is thinking.

"...Then why don't you keep eating."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a while, and pointed to the rice ball on the table again.

After he finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed. After leaving a word to get the bento, he temporarily left Qingyin and went downstairs to get the forgot lunch.

Yui Miyata did not follow him, but asked Kitahara Nanfeng to help bring him with him.

Watching the north wind leave.

The moment Kaori Iwai pursed her lips and slowly relaxed her white thighs that had been tightly tightened.

She picked up the rice ball on the table again and took a bite.

"Is Xun... delicious? Can I take a bite?"

Yui Miyata stood up from the chair, leaned over on the table, and looked at Kaori Iwai.

"No, you haven't eaten it before. It's too shabby, neither you nor him will like it."

Kaori Iwai lowered her head and bit the rice ball held in her hands. The shadow cast by the hair on her forehead covered most of her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"It's not shabby at all..."

Yui Miyata looked at Kaori Iwai, and suddenly said, "And why did you just say no, there is the second half of the sentence...'If you want to eat, I can make it into a bento for you tomorrow."

"!"

Kaori Iwai raised his head suddenly and stared at Yui Miyata. His delicate and beautiful melon-shaped face was full of blush: "No, don't say it! Don't read my heart to me, that's just a thought, otherwise I'll hate you!"

“Hey…”

Yui Miyata lay on the table and hid half of her face behind her arm: "It was obvious that everything had been agreed before, and you agreed, but suddenly he changed his mind."

"I didn't say anything."

Kaori Iwai held the rice ball in both hands, slightly raised the volume, and retorted: "It was obviously your own decision..."

Holding the rice ball to refute others, it feels strange and cute.

"Then I'll take my own initiative again?" Miyata Yui tilted her head.

"don't want."

Kaori Iwai glared at Yui Miyata again and lowered his head slightly: "Don't harass others, others are very busy now..."

"…What's so busy? Yui told you about the performance."

Beiyuan Nanfeng opened the door and carried two bentoes. He just heard her words and said something.

Kaori Iwai immediately stopped talking, lowered his head and blocked his expression with the hair on his forehead, and continued to bite the rice ball in his hand.

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt a little embarrassed again, but fortunately he was quite adaptable.

Moreover, this was Kaori Iwai's routine operation. He quickly adjusted his mindset, shrugged his shoulders, and sat back on his original seat with the bento.

Two portions of bento, one of which was made by Miyata Yui and the other made by Mio.

Well... Mio's cooking skills have indeed not improved.

Kitahara Nanfeng was eating the bento prepared by Mio, and he felt a little moved.

Yui Miyata picked up a chopstick curiously, and also showed an expression that she felt was unpalatable.

She had a bitter face: "Nanfeng, no smell."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled: "Forgive me, Mio... Well, I'm not very talented in this regard, and the only thing that is delicious is Tempura."

"Then why should I bring you a bento?" Yui Miyata looked at Kaori Iwai and suddenly suggested.

"No."

Kitahara Nanfeng shook his head: "If I don't bring Mio's bento, she will make it even worse at night..."

"oh……"

Kaori Iwai did not participate in the topic of the two, and lowered his head throughout the whole process, like a rice ball killer without feelings.

Although Mio's cooking skills are not good.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng was not picky about food, so he finally finished eating all the bento.

He also eats fast.

He finished eating and packed it up, and Kaori Iwai was going to bite the rice ball.

After Beiyuan Nanfeng packed up, he glanced at the two girls and took the time to buy drinks.

After coming back.

Kaori Iwai is still biting the rice ball.

However, it was almost finished.

"Thanks."

Kaori Iwai looked at the drink handed over by Kitahara Nanfeng, thanked him, and then seemed to want to get the money.

"You can give it to her later."

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Miyata Yui who was relaxed on the table after eating.

Kaori Iwai thought about it, sat back, put the last bite of rice ball into his mouth, and then wiped his slender fingers stained with some seaweed debris.

"Senior Sister Iwai."

Kitahara Nanfeng held his cheeks and looked at Kaori Iwai.

"Hmm?" Kaori Iwai lowered his head slightly.

"Is it tasty?"

"...uned." Yui Miyata raised her hand and answered quickly.

"tasty."

Kaori Iwai looked up and glared at Yui Miyata, defending the taste of the rice ball he made.

"It's obviously not smelly."

"That's because you can't get used to it..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held his chin and looked at the two of them without continuing to speak.

fine.

The two girls argued whether a rice ball was delicious was much more interesting than a group of politicians debating how to implement the new bill.

But Kaori Iwai soon noticed Kitahara Nanfeng's gaze and stopped talking as he was fighting.

Restrained, shy, strange.

This is the feeling that Kaori Iwai gives when facing the south wind of Kitahara.

Maybe... it is because of the names on my head?

Um……

"This time Yui and I came here at noon, mainly to discuss it with you."

Kitahara Nanfeng stopped his dissipating thoughts and suddenly spoke, "Senior Iwai, should I go to the auditorium to perform again before the winter vacation? Didn't you agree to perform at the cultural festival? But I missed it."

"If you miss it, there is actually no need to perform again."

Kaori Iwai gently pinched the hem of his short skirt; "And everyone is taking the exam at the end of the semester, it's not suitable..."

"Senior Iwai."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly interrupted her.

Kaori Iwai looked up at Kitahara Nanfeng's face, a little confused.

"I insist on this."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said with a serious look on his face: "I just want to play on stage with you."

“…”

Kaori Iwai's red lips opened slightly, sat quietly, looking at the Nanfeng of Kitahara in a daze.

It seems that I haven't reacted yet.
To be continued...