Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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She looked at Yuecunze and suddenly secretly stretched her foot forward.

She reached under the table and gently placed her foot on his leg.

Wait, what am I doing?! Why did I do something like this without thinking?!

Nagasaki Motoyo's face instantly turned bright red, and she couldn't stop feeling hot.

She watched Yuecunze nervously, preparing to observe his next reaction, but then she noticed that he suddenly frowned.

Ugh... I guess I really am disliked...

Immediately afterwards, Koshimura decisively used the back of his foot to pry Nagasaki Motoyo's foot away, then turned it over and pressed it down on top of her foot.

Nagasaki Suyo: “?”

Koshimura smiled smugly.

Sorry, cat paws are on top, this is the underlying logic, ouch ...

Nagasaki Motoyo abruptly pulled her foot back and stomped hard on his instep with her heel without any mercy.

"Hiss—" Yuecun Ze suddenly stood up, his body trembling. "Um, the water seems to be boiling. It's dry, so be careful with fire. I'll go make you some tea!"

He quickly turned around and limped toward the kitchen, as if a sharp, faint sound could be heard in the distance.

...That was clearly the sound of you enduring pain, wasn't it?

Actually, he wasn't in much pain, but in situations like this, you have to pretend it's really serious. That way, the girl's attention will shift from "who's right and who's wrong" to "did I hit her too hard?"

By the way, this trick only works on two people who like each other. Single goblins don't need to learn it, otherwise the opponent might take advantage of your reaction time and execute you with a knockdown attack.

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at his disheveled back and couldn't help but chuckle, then immediately pursed her lips.

But the smile in the corner of her eyes couldn't be hidden.

She slowly shook her head, seemingly amused by her childish act of revenge.

Never mind, I'll explain it to him slowly when he gets back.

After all, there are still important matters to attend to.

But...the problem is...

She turned her head to look at Wakaba Mutsu sitting quietly beside her, and her tone became gentle again: "By the way, Mutsu, isn't it time for you to practice the piano now?"

"Mmm." Ruoye Mu nodded obediently.

"Is it okay to stay here? Won't it interfere with practice?"

“It’s okay.” Ruoye Mu shook her head. “Because if you learn it all, it’s no fun.”

I hate gifted monsters.

“However, if you don’t go back, your parents will probably worry, right? It would be better to go back sooner rather than later,” Nagasaki Motoyo said anxiously.

“Minami-chan and Takafumi are both away on business trips.” Wakaba Mutsumi’s answer became increasingly concise.

"Xiao Mu...you always do things I don't want you to do."

Ruoye Mu blinked her eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Why is she unhappy again?

Looking at her bewildered little face, Nagasaki Motoyo sighed helplessly and said, "Of course I'm not really angry. I was just joking. Mutsu has always been a good girl."

As she spoke, she silently tucked a small bottle she had been clutching into the depths of her pocket.

The label, soaked with sweat, vaguely read "[Aphrodisiac] (Note: For use as a sedative and sleep aid after dilution; do not use directly on people)," along with a strange purple octogenarian's head.

However, it seems the plan to be alone with Ze-kun has fallen through...

She glanced at Wakaba Mutsu sitting beside her, whose slightly furrowed brows had relaxed considerably because of her words, and whose mood had clearly improved.

But, just the three of them chatting and drinking tea together seems...not bad at all.

Chapter Twenty-Three: I Predicted Your Prediction

"Didn't you say...to make tea?"

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at the three transparent glasses placed in front of her.

The glistening ice cubes collided, producing a crisp sound.

“Yes, iced black tea, it’s delicious,” Yuecun Ze replied. “Although it’s sticky and greasy when it’s hot, it’s as good as horse urine, but once it’s chilled, it’s comparable to Guojiao (a famous Chinese liquor).

He then picked up the bag containing snow lotus next to him and poured a few pieces into it.

[So extravagant? Are they just trying to make ends meet?]

"Would you like some?" He handed the snow lotus towards Nagasaki Sose.

"No need, thank you." Nagasaki Motoyo shook her head and declined.

It feels...not as good as Darjeeling.

She picked up the cold glass, hesitated for a moment, and then took a small sip.

It tastes so good!

"...It's just so-so." She quickly put down her cup, closed her eyes as if to appear reserved, and said in a flat tone, "It tastes a bit too sweet for me."

"How does Ruoye feel? I poured you the tropical fruit flavor; the mango flavor should be stronger."

"Mmm, it's delicious." Ruoye Mu held the cold cup in both hands, took a small sip, and then nodded gently.

Sigh, should we just ignore it?

Nagasaki Motoyo hurriedly opened her eyes and found Koshimura Sawa staring at her with a smile.

...cut.

Annoying guy.

She looked away awkwardly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold glass, her ears feeling slightly warm.

"By the way, Su Shi, what did you say when you came in?" Yue Cunze asked as if he suddenly remembered something.

"It's nothing, I just happened to find the supermarket was having a promotion and 'accidentally' bought a bit too much groceries." Nagasaki Motoyo deliberately made her voice a little colder. "I was thinking of sharing some with you, but... it seems like you haven't touched the groceries I bought for you before, so I guess I'll pass."

It's not that I don't want to eat it, but why don't you take a look at what you bought?

I can't eat oyster and chive stew or lamb stew with yam every day, can I?

If you eat too much, you'll be the one who suffers.

"This...you bought so much, I can't possibly eat it all by myself in a short time," Koshimura Sawa Bear said, shrugging.

"Is that so?" Nagasaki Motoyo sighed helplessly, as if she had expected him to say that. "I really can't do anything with you... In order not to waste food, it seems that I will have no choice but to come over every day to help you finish it off."

So that's what they were waiting for me all along.

“It’s not impossible…” Koshimura Sawa said, turning to look at Wakaba Mutsumi, who was sitting quietly to the side, “Wakaba-kun, what do you think?”

"I think...it's great."

“But…” Wakaba Mutsu raised her head, her golden eyes looking at Koshimura Sawa and then at Nagasaki Motoyo, “Soyo… when I wanted to invite you to my house for dinner before, didn’t you say you were on a diet and wouldn’t eat dinner?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Forget it, you'd better just shut up.

If Ye Mu realized that she might have said something wrong again, she silently lowered her head.

Just then, the little black creature that was perched beside the sofa stretched out a soft tentacle and gently touched her fingers, as if to comfort her.

Human, bad. Little Black, good.

Just as she was about to reach out and touch it, the tentacle deftly bypassed her fingers, precisely reaching into the paper bag on the sofa behind her and pulling out a fresh cucumber.

Then he quickly rolled away to the side.

......

Little Black, bad.

Why... is everyone bullying me?

"Wakaba-san, what's that...?" Koshimura Sawa also noticed the paper bag behind her.

“It’s a small cucumber.” Ruoye Mu picked up the paper bag, held it in front of her, and answered softly.

“Ah, it must have been planted by Mutsu herself.” Nagasaki Motoyo recalled, her tone somewhat wistful. “I remember watering the plants together with you in the gardening club before, no wonder it looked so familiar.”

It's no wonder she remembers it so clearly; if you saw a lush green cucumber patch amidst a bunch of screaming mushrooms, killer vines, and mantis shrimps, you'd remember it just as well.

[Regarding the students at Mihua]

"Hmm." Ruoye Mu handed the paper bag containing the cucumber towards Koshimura Sawa. "Eating it will replenish your water and magic power. Here, it's for you."

"Thank you... for teaching me so much."

I understand replenishing mana, but what does replenishing water mean?

"I see." Koshimura Sawa reached out and took it. "Thank you too, Wakaba-kun. I heard that cucumber flowers symbolize 'wishing for happiness' and 'moving forward bravely.' I think that's what you mean too, right?"

"Ah... um." Wakaba Mutsu paused for a moment, then nodded randomly.

Is that so...

Actually, she wanted to give this away simply because it was the only thing that truly belonged to her besides the guitar.

As Koshimura Sawa watched him take the bag, Wakaba Mutsu's eyes lit up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

It's so cute to see the people of Mutou staying here so quietly.

Nagasaki Motoyo, how could you bear to reject her?

He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Nagasaki Motoyo with a slightly accusing look in his eyes.

Nagasaki Suyo: “?”

"It's nothing." Yuecunze stood up. "It's almost lunchtime anyway, so... Sushi, why don't you stay here for lunch? You can also try the cucumbers that Ruoye grew."

Obviously, in reality, there isn't such a convenient and easy-to-use plot where "while speaking, the stubborn and beautiful girl's stomach suddenly growls, making the oblivious male protagonist realize that she was actually hungry."

The last one doesn't count, because Mutou was really hungry.

Sensing the meaningful gaze from Nagasaki Motoyo, he quickly added, "Oh, and there are also the ingredients Motoyo sent."

“Okay.” Nagasaki Motoyo’s face regained its gentle smile. “I’m here anyway, so I can help you out. Otherwise, it would be tiring for Ze-kun to prepare meals for three people by himself, wouldn’t it?”

Whether you'll come to help or not, I'm not sure.

By the way, it's actually harder to cook a meal for one person than for three.

"What kind of look is that?" Nagasaki Motoyo asked, noticing the subtle expression on his face. "I've been practicing a lot lately, and my cooking skills have improved a lot, okay?"

"Alright, alright." Koshimura picked up his glass, downed the rest of his iced tea in one gulp, and then headed towards the kitchen. "Come with me... Can Mutsumi wait in the living room for a bit?"

Ruoye Mu nodded obediently.

Nagasaki Motoyo watched his back as he turned and walked towards the kitchen. After hesitating for a moment, she followed suit, picked up her cup, and drank the chilled tea in one gulp.

No... my body... is turning into the shape of candy...

Who do you think researched this thing?

I remember... it was called iced tea, right?

Go back and see where you can buy the same one...

She quickened her pace and caught up.

All that remained was Wakaba Mutsu, sitting on the sofa, silently watching her.

Soyo isn't broken... but it's unlikely that Soyo isn't broken.

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Koshimura Sawa walked into the kitchen, naturally took down the dark apron hanging on the wall, skillfully put it on, and tied the straps behind his back with both hands.

Above his collarbone were clear, straight lines, and the curve of his neck was neat and smooth. As he tied his belt, the muscle curves on his forearms gradually became more prominent.

Unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor, he exudes a natural and unpretentious reliability.