Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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Don't rush, you'll have plenty of times later when you're wondering which one to eat first.

Giraffe, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?

Just then, Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly reached out with her chopsticks, picked up a large piece of golden-red, fluffy and soft scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and placed it naturally into Koshimura Sawa's bowl.

"This tomato and egg stir-fry looks delicious too, Ze Jun, why don't you try it and see if it suits your taste?"

I made this in the first place...

"Thank you."

Seeing this, Ruoye Mu immediately followed suit, picking up a few pieces of refreshing and delicious smashed cucumber and putting them into his bowl.

"Koshimura-kun, these are cucumbers I grew myself."

It seems like the flavors have mixed up...

"Thank you, thank you..." Koshimura Sawa quickly said.

Nagasaki Motoyo's eye twitched slightly, and the smile on her face seemed to fade a little.

"Here, Zejun, I remember you said you liked this earlier, right?" She picked up a piece of cabbage with her chopsticks and tore it apart.

When did you say that? I don't remember.

"Yoshimura-kun, this is for you." Wakaba Mutsu then picked up a piece of cucumber.

Are you so lazy you can't even be bothered to come up with a reason?!

The two of them took turns picking at the food with their chopsticks, and before long, the bowl in front of Yuecunze was bulging high.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Koshimura felt like he was turning into a machine that could only say thank you.

Before the small mountain of food piled up in his bowl could collapse, he quickly spoke up, interrupting the two of them: "Wait, Su Shi, haven't you been putting food on my plate since just now?"

"You worked hard to prepare the ingredients for me before. Here, try this creamy macaroni soup I made. I don't know if it suits your taste."

He quickly stood up, picked up the small bowl in front of Nagasaki Motoyo, ladled out a full bowl of rich, creamy macaroni soup, and carefully placed it in front of her.

Nagasaki Motoyo paused for a moment, looking at the steaming soup in front of her. The raging fire in her eyes was suddenly extinguished, and her voice softened.

"...Thank you, Ze-kun."

What an easy woman to deal with.

Koshimura Sawa sat back down in his seat and secretly winked at Wakaba Mutsu, signaling her that the lesson was about to begin.

In fact, Su Shi's thoughts are not hard to understand. Her obsession with Crychic largely stems from her parents' divorce and her longing for "family".

From her perspective, Wakaba Mutsu was the direct instigator who led to the disbandment of C-Group, which inevitably resulted in a series of unexpected events and estrangements, such as the Battle of Asukayama and the return of cucumbers.

Because in her view, Wakaba Mutsu was someone who "could have stood on her side, but didn't."

What she didn't realize was that Ruoye Mutsu's real reason for taking the side wasn't just for Xiangzi, but also because she herself didn't want to form a band.

This was a two-on-one match, and there was no fairness to speak of from the very beginning.

In a world where this situation is becoming even more extreme... the problems will only be magnified.

Although we don't yet know why Ruoye Mu doesn't want to form an adventure group in this world, the key to solving this problem is to create a new "home" for her that can stably provide her with a sense of security and belonging.

And to figure out what Wakaba Mutsu meant when she said, "I've never felt happy forming an adventure team."

At least for now, their relationship hasn't deteriorated to the point of being as strained as it was in the original work... which is a good thing, I suppose.

Seeing the look in Koshimura's eyes, Wakaba Mutsu quickly lowered his head and opened his notebook again.

She recalled the gesture of Koshimura Sawa giving Nagasaki Sose-sensei soup, looked at the bowl of thick white soup thoughtfully, and then picked up a pen and quickly wrote something down.

Soyo likes to eat Koshimura's white, viscous liquid.

It should be... like this, right?

Just as Koshimura was about to do the same and serve a bowl to Wakaba Mutsu, he saw her pick up a ladle and somewhat laboriously scoop a small bowl of creamy macaroni soup from the large bowl.

Then, she held the small bowl in both hands and, somewhat clumsily but very earnestly, handed it to Nagasaki Motoyo.

"Soyo, here."

"Huh? Th-thank you, Mutsu..." Nagasaki Motoyo was clearly surprised and quickly stood up to take the warm bowl.

Looking at Wakaba Mutsumi's serious expression and the pure smile in his clear golden eyes, Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly found it a little funny.

I also felt a little guilty.

Honestly... why was I arguing with her just now?

He's still just a child who doesn't know how to express himself very well...

It's not normal to want to reciprocate when you finally meet someone who cares about you and is willing to listen to your thoughts.

Nagasaki Motoyo sighed inwardly, her eyes softening completely.

She stood up, picked up a soup spoon, and gently ladled a full bowl of creamy macaroni soup for Ruoye Mu, carefully placing it in front of her, her voice returning to its usual gentleness.

"Xiao Mu, you should eat too. Ze Jun's cooking is really good. But remember to be careful of the hot pot!"

In the end, it turned out that the three of them were serving each other food.

Nagasaki Motoyo scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and put it in her mouth, her eyes widening slightly at once.

"...It's delicious! The soup base is rich and flavorful, and the macaroni is cooked to perfection."

She seemed somewhat surprised, and sincerely praised the soup, her cheeks flushing slightly from the warmth.

Next to her, Wakaba Mutsu ate her food in small bites. Although she didn't say anything, her eating speed, which was noticeably faster than usual, and her slightly wobbling toes, were the most direct form of praise.

Especially with that plate of smashed cucumber, her golden eyes would subtly brighten with every bite she took.

so good.

Looking at the two women whose chopsticks were almost constantly in use, and the happy expressions on their faces, Koshimura couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

Although the process was a little different from what I imagined, the final result was good, isn't that enough?

He reached out and gave a high five to Xiao Hei, who had somehow managed to peek out from under the chair leg, with half a cucumber still wrapped around his tentacle.

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"Well then, I'll head back now." Nagasaki Motoyo stood at the entrance and gave a slight bow. "I still have homework to do tonight, and there's a lot of stuff to tidy up the house..."

She turned her head and looked at Ruoye Mu, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, drinking a glass of iced tea: "Where's Mu? Are you going to stay here?"

“Okay.” Wakaba put down her cup and nodded. “I’ll be right back… Koshimura said he’d teach me some practical spell combinations and some powerful animal species.”

Alas, in the end, my brain was still controlled by the rabbit head.

"Besides, even if I went back now... I'd just continue practicing the piano." She paused, then added.

“Okay.” Nagasaki Motoyo’s gaze returned to Koshimura Sawa, her tone carrying just the right amount of playfulness and admonition, “Sawa-kun, you have to take good care of Mutsu, and absolutely, absolutely do not bully her, okay?”

Who's bullying whom here...?

Koshimura Sawa silently complained to himself.

[A. "Don't worry, there definitely won't be any parts missing."]

B. "Don't worry, it definitely won't break."

[C. "Don't worry, you definitely won't feel at ease."]

Hearing your words is like hearing a profound truth.

"Don't worry, there definitely won't be any missing parts," said Koshimura Sawa.

Nagasaki Motoyo glanced at him helplessly and sighed, "Let's just assume you're telling the truth for now... Goodbye."

"See you."

"Soyo, bye."

Nagasaki Motoyo nodded to them again, then turned around, pressed the doorknob, pushed open the door, and went out.

However, just before the door was about to close completely, a slender hand suddenly and silently reached in through the crack and slapped a small, round, purple sticker with a strange eye pattern in the center onto the door frame.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Nagasaki Motoyo leaned against the cold security door, stood quietly for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. Overwhelmed with excitement, she couldn't help but stomp her feet lightly on the spot.

The heels of the little leather shoes made a crisp and rapid "tap-tap" sound against the cement floor of the corridor, which was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

It's a success!

Fortunately, she was clever enough not to put all her hopes on a single straw and kept this last resort.

Nagasaki Motoyo practically ran to the elevator and eagerly pressed the up button.

The dark red numbers on the display screen above jumped slowly, each second seemingly stretched out infinitely.

For the first time, Nagasaki Motoyo felt that waiting for the elevator was so agonizing, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.

The elevator finally arrived with a "ding." Before the doors had fully opened, she slipped inside, quickly pressed the button for the top floor, and stared intently at the constantly changing numbers, feeling her heart pounding in sync with the rising floor number.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Nagasaki Motoyo rushed out and almost sprinted back to her door to open it.

She carelessly kicked off her little leather shoes in the entryway, not even bothering to bend down and put them away neatly, nor did she bother to change out of her school uniform. She ran upstairs like a little bird returning to its nest, and collapsed onto her soft bed.

"Ze Jun, Ze Jun, Ze Jun, Ze Jun—"

Nagasaki Motoyo wrapped herself tightly in the soft blanket, unable to contain her excitement, rolling around on the bed until she was completely exhausted and finally stopped, panting.

“Ze-jun…”

She muttered to herself, took her phone out of her pocket, and tapped an app with a strange icon and a purple cat head on the home screen with slightly trembling fingertips.

"As long as I have this, I can keep seeing Ze-kun..."

When the app launches, a rotating purple vortex loading animation appears on the screen, with the progress bar slowly scrolling forward.

The image on the phone screen gradually became clearer.

This was the living room of the Koshimura family.

And the angle from which the photo was taken was precisely the angle from the door frame looking into the living room.

Hehe, Ze-jun... my Ze-jun.

Just then, in the living room of the Koshimura family.

The purple eye sticker on the door frame suddenly flickered, and an extremely faint light flowed through the surface texture, converging from the edge towards the pupil pattern in the center.

Immediately afterwards, a small red spark burst out on the sticker without warning, making a slight "crackling" sound.

The entire sticker was instantly ignited and quickly burned to ashes, disappearing completely into the air as if it had never existed.

No signal

The screen on Nagasaki Motoyo's phone suddenly went black, and then a "no signal" message popped up.

"Ugh?"

Nagasaki Motoyo froze, shook her phone which had suddenly gone black, and anxiously pressed the home button and power button repeatedly.

"Why? Why can't I see anything all of a sudden?!"

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"Finally finished writing..."

Toyokawa Shoko put down her pen, let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched comfortably.

The loose and comfortable loungewear tightened slightly as she stretched, outlining the budding, youthful curves of the girl's body.

"Xiangzi, Daddy's home!"

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock and the door opening could be heard from outside.

“Ah, welcome back—” Toyokawa Shoko replied as she stood up. After seeing her father, Toyokawa Kiyoko, place his briefcase on the cabinet by the door, he went straight into the kitchen.

The faucet was turned on, and the sound of running water continued for quite some time.

?

Strange... Why is it that the first thing Dad does when he comes home these past few days is to go to the kitchen and wash his hands for a long time?

Forget it.