Does gravity make me stronger?

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Nagasaki Motoyo shook her head slightly.

She was already very beautiful, and today she wore light makeup, which made her look even more gorgeous.

Although Tongzi secretly obtained a perfect score that could only be theoretically achieved, if you really compare them, there are few people in the entire Haneoka Academy who can surpass her in appearance.

Motomitsu Nagasaki, just by standing there, can attract a lot of attention.

"What a beautiful girl, awsl."

"Is that a volunteer over there? Our school's volunteers are actually shopping with pretty girls! I'm so mad! I wish I had become a volunteer too."

"As expected of the young lady of Tsuki no Mori, she's so beautiful. I really want to take her home."

"Wait a minute, aren't you a girl? Holy crap!"

The surroundings were chaotic, and the cacophony of voices made Hachiman somewhat impatient.

Well, I did expect to get some attention, but I didn't expect it to be this much.

"Where do you want to go? Let me make it clear first. I know nothing about this cultural festival, so don't ask me for recommendations."

"It's okay, we can just walk and look around."

Hachiman gave a heads-up, but Nagasaki Motoyo didn't pay any attention. She just wandered around aimlessly, showing no sign of being in a hurry.

"Oh, how's it here?"

A few minutes later, Nagasaki Motoyo stopped at the door of a classroom.

Hachiman looked up.

Class 1-B, Theme: Maid Cafe.

If I remember correctly, Xiangzi should have worked there.

Hachiman felt a chill run down his spine after just one glance and immediately objected, "How about we go to another place?"

[What's there to change? A heart devoted to love will surely outshine a successful career like Xiangzi's.]

Upon hearing this, Nagasaki Motoyo immediately revealed a mischievous smile: "Why? Don't boys usually like maids playing that kind of service?"

Don't talk nonsense. You can't generalize about different people's preferences. I've never read a single doujinshi about maid outfits.

Hachiman mentally clarified for a moment, then continued, "Everyone has different preferences. If I had to say, I prefer... wait, you almost tricked me into saying that..."

"what?"

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking just because you're acting cute.

Heartfelt words reading!

'So Hachiman doesn't like maid outfits. Looks like the online guides aren't all correct; it depends on the individual.'

'Wouldn't clothes that boys like be a bit more revealing? Maid outfits are too conservative.'

'However, judging from his hesitant expression just now, does he actually have a favorite piece of clothing?'

'I'm so curious, what could it be?'

While thinking, Nagasaki Motoyo stared intently at Hachiman with her large, watery eyes, making the latter, who was eavesdropping on her thoughts, feel a little embarrassed.

"Let's go inside and take a look. I'm a little thirsty too."

Before Hachiman could speak, Nagasaki Motoyo had already taken his arm and led him into the classroom.

Because it was a temporary café, the classroom didn't have many decorations. There was simply a partition set up in one-third of the classroom to separate the kitchen area from the dining area.

Guided by the shop assistant, Hachiman sat nervously at the table.

This dining table is made by putting two student desks together and covering them with a white cloth to prevent water stains from splashing onto the tabletop.

After sitting down, Hachiman nervously observed his surroundings.

Xiangzi did not appear to be in the classroom.

He was relieved.

After the two were seated, a girl dressed as a maid came over enthusiastically.

What would you like to order?

What?! No one's welcoming me, master?! I'm giving this maid café a bad review!

"Hold on."

Hachiman picked up the menu and, while ordering, couldn't help but glance at the other person out of the corner of his eye.

The dress is entirely black, with white lace trim at the hem that adds a playful and cute touch, while a pure white area at the chest covers the important parts.

This dress also features a classic cinched waist design, along with a black choker around the neck and a specially shortened skirt length, making it incredibly alluring.

Noticing his heartbeat quickening, Hachiman dared not look any further and immediately focused all his attention on the recipe.

Across from him, Nagasaki Motoyo fiddled with her fingers while watching Hachiman with a smile.

'Even though you say you don't like it, you actually care a lot.'

I only glanced at it!

With a flushed face, Hachiman found even the words on the menu difficult to decipher under Nagasaki Motoyo's watchful gaze.

"Let me take a look first..."

"Guests can take their time ordering."

The maid said something with a smile, and then, at the urging of the other guests, hurried to another table.

"Is there nothing to your liking?" Nagasaki Motoyo said jokingly. "Or are you already full?"

What did you eat?

Motoyo Nagasaki, something's wrong with you today!

Ignoring Nagasaki Motoyo's lewd words, Hachiman calmed himself down, and as the temperature gradually dropped, he raised his hand to beckon the shop assistant over.

"Hello, I'd like to place an order."

"coming!"

A girl responded.

Hachiman instinctively looked over, and then saw Toyokawa Shoko, dressed in black, walking gracefully towards him.

It was the same maid outfit, but when Xiangzi wore it, it didn't have the same vulgar feel as before; instead, it gave off a more sophisticated vibe.

This outfit seemed to have been custom-made for her; it fit her perfectly, and the skirt appeared to be longer, reaching just enough to cover half of her calves.

In addition, Xiangzi was already very upright, and the waist-cinching structure accentuated her graceful and beautiful figure.

Looking up, there's a pure white headband as an accessory on her light blue hair.

Looking down, beneath the long skirt, a section of white-clad calves and ankles is revealed.

Hachiman froze for a second upon seeing the girl in front of him.

"Hello, guest...?"

Similarly, upon seeing Hachiman, Shoko was briefly surprised, but then his face lit up with joy.

But when his gaze fell upon the woman sitting opposite him, Xiangzi's handsome brows furrowed instantly.

"Nagasaki Motoyo..."

"Toyokawa Shoko..."

Are you guys calling out each other's names like that to challenge each other?

"Hey, Xiangzi, long time no see! I didn't expect you to be a classmate of mine. I hope I haven't bothered you during your work?"

No.

"Xiangzi, the maid outfit suits you so well."

Thank you.

The battle raged fiercely between the two of them, and Hachiman, caught in the middle, suddenly sensed a great deal of malice.

"Um, can I order?"

"Ah, um." Xiangzi came back to his senses, nodded slightly to Hachiman, and left Nagasaki Motoyo with a cold back view.

As a waiter, this was the only way Xiangzi could express his emotions.

Hmph, nothing special...

Nagasaki Motoyo wasn't annoyed, and deliberately drew out her voice, saying, "Hachiman, I'd like a cup of black tea."

Hachiman: "Oh."

Upon hearing this, Xiangzi was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

Hachiman...?

When did their relationship become so close that they could call each other by name?

Xiangzi pursed his lips, his fingertips holding the menu turning slightly white.

It was a success.

Although she couldn't see Xiangzi's face, she must be very confused about when I and Hachiman became so close.

Nagasaki Motoyo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a triumphant smile.

Hachiman: "One serving of omelet rice and one serving of black tea."

Xiangzi: "Okay, please wait a moment."

...

Xiangzi stiffly returned to the kitchen.

Although it's called a kitchen, due to licensing and safety concerns, cooking is not allowed; only appliances like microwave ovens can be used.

These omelet rice dishes are all pre-made and can be served after a simple heating process.

After entering the mezzanine, Xiangzi hung his head, looking somewhat dejected.

While waiting for the microwave to heat up, she couldn't help but peek out to observe the interaction between the two people in the classroom.

Suze must have known I worked here, so she deliberately brought Hachiman along.

But why did their relationship heat up so quickly?

Xiangzi bit her lip, feeling both distressed and helpless.

The difference between her and Nagasaki Motoyo is that she cannot dedicate herself entirely to Hachiman.

She has her own career and a large amount of debt to pay off, but if it's just a matter of emotions, she's definitely no less capable than Nagasaki Motoyo.

but--

Relationships cannot rely solely on feelings; they must be put into action.

Nagasaki Motoyo's actions completely disrupted her original plans and made her realize the urgency of the situation.

Perhaps it's time to take action sooner rather than later.

Thinking of this, Xiangzi took a deep breath and regained his composure.

...

"Your food is here."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Nagasaki Motoyo raised a surprised brow.

Does Xiangzi even have the courage to come here?

Nagasaki Motoyo was tense all over. In front of Shoko, she had to be on high alert, wary of her doing anything rash.

However, Xiangzi simply served the dishes as usual and did not have much interaction with Hachiman.

So, is she admitting defeat?

No, probably not.

She casually flipped through the cookbook and suddenly saw something interesting, which gave her an idea.

"Excuse me, if I order omelet rice, are there any special services available?"