After hanging up the phone, Nazukahiko noticed the four-leaf clover rolling down from his chest.
He turned around and noticed that Izumi Yuyue was moving quietly and was about to enter the room.
Nazukahiko was amused for a while, "Ms. Izumi, I was just woken up by a phone call. Even if you did something strange, you don't have to walk away so carefully, right?"
"Don't you want to continue sleeping, Nazukahiko?" When he stopped her, the girl had to turn around and answer the question with a question.
"It was an accident that I fell asleep just now, and it doesn't look good to continue lying down now." Nazukahiko shook his head and reached out to gently pinch the falling four-leaf clover, "Speaking of which, everyone is offering flowers, how could Miss Izumi think of offering grass?
?”
"The four-leaf clover represents luck." The girl threw back a hard sentence.
"That's right, I wrongly blamed Miss Izumi." Nazukahiko stood up and patted his clothes and pants, "But Miss Izumi must have run to the backyard to look for me because she was nervous, right?"
"A little bit, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I don't seem to be so nervous anymore." Izumi Youyue pursed her lips and answered seriously.
"That's naturally a good thing." Nazukahiko smiled, "But judging from what she ate for breakfast, Ms. Izumi's nervousness shouldn't be serious.
Without waiting for the girl to answer, he added, "After all, Miss Quan seemed to have eaten a little more this morning than yesterday."
Watanabe Haruyo didn't come last night, so naturally the female teacher will come this morning.
Taking this into consideration, Nazukahiko actually shortened the breakfast time intentionally.
The problem is that the breakfast time has been shortened, but because Watanabe Haruyo did not come to grab the food, the girl in front of her actually ate a lot more than yesterday.
Nazuka Hiko was left wondering whether the girl had been abused in the Chubu region before.
But thinking about her adoptive father who was Yu Heng, this kind of thing should be impossible.
"It's just a proportional increase!" The girl tried to protest, "When Watanabe Haruyo came over yesterday, he ate a lot... Today I just made up for that!"
"But Himuro-san and I didn't make up for it? The amount we ate was just about the same as yesterday." Nazukahiko asked with interest, "So Himuro-san and I kept the same amount, and Izumi-san kept the same amount.
proportion?"
"I wonder how Izumi-san's math scores were when she was still in the Chubu region?" Nazukahiko raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
At this point, Izumi Yuyue's attempts to refute all failed.
"I..." The girl who couldn't argue could only turn around and go into the house, leaving Nazukahiko with an angry figure behind him.
I obviously have good intentions to care about you, but in the end you still say that!
That's too much!
Nazukahiko, who was standing behind her, just smiled, letting the sun shine on his body, with hidden warmth in his eyes.
…
After dinner, Nazukahiko finally received the supplies he applied for from Saionji Yukie.
However, Watanabe Haruyo said that he was helping him deliver the things, but he did not help him move bags of raw materials into the house.
After getting out of the car, the female teacher leaned slightly against the car door, looking at Nazukahiko coming and going with a gloating expression, completing her hard work.
After Natsuka Yan had almost finished moving the raw materials, she straightened up and asked in a slightly curious tone, "Natsuka-san, what do you want to do with these things?"
"Ah? What are you doing?" Nazukahiko took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead and face, "It's nothing, I'm just preparing to give people a little surprise."
Watanabe Haruyo looked at him and said nothing.
What does it mean to surprise people?
Judging from the situation that Izumi Yuyue has been running around for so many days, suddenly making her a dessert can definitely be considered a surprise.
But the female teacher just didn't think Nazukahiko had any intention in this regard.
"To be honest, Natsuka-san." After an exception, Watanabe Haruyo couldn't suppress his curiosity.
"To be honest... that's keeping it secret." Nazukahiko laughed, "The secret must not be leaked, Mr. Watanabe. Even if I trust you, I don't trust Miss Saionji."
Watanabe Haruyo looked at the smile on the young man's face and felt something was wrong.
What does it mean to trust her and not trust Miss Xiyuanji...
These things were all delivered after the lady nodded. You don’t trust the lady?
But this guy just said "trust her" like a patch.
It made it difficult for Watanabe Haruyo to say anything directly.
Fortunately, Nazukahiko did not intend to keep it a secret. "In this way, if Mr. Watanabe is really interested, he can come and observe at this time tomorrow night. By then, the teacher will know what is going on."
"Natsuka-san, you want to trick me into becoming your free bodyguard, right?" Watanabe Haruyo was not fooled at all, "If Natsuka-san still keeps the secret a secret when I come over, then I won't have to stay at night.
Just became a bodyguard?"
Nazukahiko looked at the female teacher with an expression full of disbelief, "Mr. Watanabe, I really didn't think so... The teacher actually looks at me like this?"
"Isn't it?" Watanabe Haruyo sighed and simply got in the car and closed the door.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nazukahiko walked up and knocked on the car window.
The helpless female teacher could only roll down the window, "What else can you do, Nazuka-san?"
"No, I just told Mr. Watanabe that if you come over at this time tomorrow, you can definitely see what I will do." Nazukahiko said, turning around and waving, "Teacher, please have a pleasant nightlife tonight!"
Watanabe Haruyo watched the boy's figure go away and closed the car window.
What kind of nightlife could she have?
My young lady's condition is not good now, and it is a critical time for her to go to school. Even if she can sleep for an extra hour, it will only be the result of going to a shrine or a Buddhist temple to pray.
If...if the young man in front of me could help the young lady, maybe she would be able to relax?
The engine has been started, but Watanabe Haruyo's right hand was still for a long time before he put it on the gear adjuster.
…
After moving most of the raw materials close enough to the backyard, Natsuka took a look at the screen of his phone.
It's only six-twenty now.
"Nazukahiko, everything has been moved here, so... what are you going to do?" Izumi Yuyue watched Nazukahiko take out some raw materials and walked to the kitchen - ever since Nazukahiko moved things, Izumi Yuyue has been
Pay attention to his actions.
Of course, the girl wasn't always watching. She also helped him by putting things like honey, brown sugar, and butter in the kitchen.
"After taking these raw materials, of course we are going to make desserts, what do you think, Miss Izumi?" Nazukahiko answered matter-of-factly.
Quan Youyue looked at his expression carefully, but she didn't see any hint of joking in it.
The girl walked up to Nazukahiko, opened her arms, and stopped him from reaching for the raw materials.
"Ms. Izumi, are you worried that I can't do it well if I do it for the first time?" Nazukahiko looked at the girl's movements and just responded to her with words, "Don't worry, these things are all the same, it's just a little troublesome at most."
"No." Izumi Yuyue stared into his eyes, "Nazukahiko, I want to know what you are thinking and what you want to do."
"Is this really true?" Nazukahiko glanced outside the kitchen.
At some point, Yu Himuro sat down at the dining table and picked up a book again.
The girl in front of him didn't speak, she just stared at him persistently.
"Okay, okay, Miss Izumi will go out and wait for five minutes." Nazukahiko finally had no choice but to say, "Five minutes will be enough."
"Really?" There was some doubt in the girl's eyes.
"real."
"Then...in five minutes, you have to tell me what you want to do."
"well."
…
Five minutes later, Izumi Yuzuki watched Nazukahiko walk out of the kitchen with a bowl of light red soup.
"Here, Miss Izumi, this is what I want to do." Nazukahiko put the bowl on the dining table and pointed.
"Is there anything special about this thing?" The girl came forward and looked at the steaming bowl of soup in front of her from all angles, but found nothing special.
The only special thing is probably the fragrance, but the sweetness is also quite strong, almost to the point of making people sick.
Thinking of this, the girl stretched out her white index finger, lightly dipped the "soup" in front of her, and licked it carefully with her tongue.
After just one lick, she jumped up from her seat and ran into the bathroom.
The sound of water came, accompanied by the sound of gargling "gurgling".
A moment later, Izumi Yuyue frowned and walked towards Nazukahiko menacingly.
"Ms. Izumi, I didn't ask you to taste this." Nazukahiko immediately raised his hand and shied away from his responsibility, "I just wanted you and Himuro-san to take a look."
"What's so interesting about this bowl..."
Nazukahiko sighed.
"Well, Miss Quan, let me ask you a question."
"Um?"
"What do you think if you put honey, butter, and brown sugar into a pot and boil them briefly, then let them cool down?"
"It will kill people." The girl had a deep memory of what she had just felt.
"Yes, if you drink it, you will definitely kill someone." Nazukahiko smiled, with some inexplicable meaning in his expression, "Then, if this bowl of stuff is thrown on someone's face, I would like to ask the person who was thrown it,
What will be the reaction?"
"Is it cold?" The girl once again glanced at the red soup in the bowl that impressed her deeply.
"Yes." Nazukahiko was very patient.
"I probably won't be able to open my eyes..." Izumi Yuyue thought for a moment, "If something like this drips into your eyes, your eyes will definitely hurt, and you won't be able to open them no matter what."
"That's right." Nazukahiko smiled happily, "The taste of life is very sweet and beautiful, so it is necessary to invite others to taste it."
"You want to throw these things in the face of the underworld?" Izumi Yuyue reacted, "But whether you can hit this kind of thing is the real problem, right?"
"Miss Izumi is right." Nazukahiko continued to nod.
The girl was indeed right. If he had the ability to hit the target, why didn't he throw the beer bottle?
As long as the upper part of the body is hit, the person who was hit... basically loses mobility.
Seeing more and more questions in the girl's eyes, Nazukahiko pointed to the flour bags in the living room and several flat black five-hole plastic baskets, "The remaining step must be completed with these things."
"Ah?" Izumi Yuyue looked at the direction of the raw materials and had no idea what Nazukahiko was thinking.
"Okay, now that these things have been done, it's time to make some biscuits to reward yourself." Nazukahiko ignored the girl who was even more confused, and just stood up on his own, stretched out, and entered again.
The kitchen.
"Nazuka..." Izumi Yuyue wanted to call him, but was stopped by the cold touch on the back of her hand.
"Himuro-san?" Izumi Yuzuki looked at Himuro Yu who stretched out his hand, "Why are you stopping me? Himuro-san isn't worried... isn't he worried?"
"Worried." Yu Himuro's eyes stayed on the figure in the kitchen, "But I believe Nazuka-kun."
"But..." Izumi Yuyue's eyes went back and forth between Himuro Yu and Nazukahiko, "But what if Nazukahiko makes the same choice as that day?"
She didn't know what Nazuka Hiko actually did that day, she only knew how Himuro Yuu reacted to it that day.
From this we know that Nazukahiko's decision was difficult for Himuro Yu to accept.
Himuro Yu's eyes still stayed on Nazukahiko and did not leave for a long time.
Just when Izumi Yuyue thought she wouldn't get the answer to her question, she saw a smile on Himuro Yu's plain expression.
The smile is free and easy.
"Miss Izumi, there are some things that I can force Nazuka-kun to take me with. But there are some things that I can't do." Yu Himuro's tone was a little erratic, "When facing the chairman of Saionji Temple, I
I wanted to help if I could, but Nazuka-kun blocked me behind him and refused to let me show up until the end... This is why I am angry and... sad.
"But now is not the time when I can help Nazuka-kun." Yu Himuro looked at Izumi Yuyue, his tone was calm but sincere, "If I step forward now, it will only bring trouble to Nazuka-kun, and
It’s not helping him.”
"Himuro-san..."
"In comparison, Miss Izumi is in better health than me, so there are more places where I can help Nazuka-kun." Yu Himuro's expression returned to a cold expression, "So, instead, I have to ask Miss Izumi to go as far as possible.
Help Nazuka-kun."
"Of course I will..."
"Well, I'll leave it to Miss Izumi." Yu Himuro finally returned his gaze to the page, as if the words just now were not hers.
Looking at the girl who was reading seriously at the table and the young man who was busy in the kitchen, Izumi Yuyue was choked for words.
Perhaps for the first time, she felt how far away she was from Himuro Yu and Nazuka Hiko.
"Miss Quan, it's an emergency! Help me get the milk!"
Nazukahiko's voice calling for help came from the kitchen, which also shattered the girl's thoughts.
This guy, it turns out... will he need me?
Such thoughts flashed through the girl's mind.
She stood up, walked to the refrigerator, took out the milk, and put it in front of Nazukahiko.
"That's very helpful, Miss Izumi." Nazukahiko sighed, "But there is one more thing... help me pour half a cup of milk, and then pour it into this basin."
He raised his chin and gestured to the girl.
"Yeah." Izumi Yuyue obeyed.
Nazukahiko caught a glimpse of the girl's slight dimples on her cheeks from the corner of his eye.