Does gravity make me stronger?

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There are many rumors in the Japanese entertainment industry that celebrities have married their own partners.

Even if we don't get married, we can still satisfy all sorts of fetishes.

For example, some time ago, the legendary paparazzi "Zuo Ba Yang" broke a sensational story—

Shocking! Is Mane's clientele actually eight elementary school girls under 149cm tall?!

As soon as the news broke, countless people with a love for young girls broke down, and those with weaker mental fortitude even became aerial acrobats, soaring freely.

At the same time, the number of applicants for professional programs related to the Malaysian domestic league has increased several times over, and some professionals have even predicted the arrival of the Malaysian domestic league era.

Where did this crazy person come from?

That's it!

Is there anything wrong with playing with cute elementary school students?

【what? 】

hum~

Elementary school students are the best!

of course.

This isn't the key point, after all, there's still a month's buffer before Hachiman becomes the official head of the band.

He had to focus his energy on studying before the final exams were over.

Why are you saying all this?

Damn it, because I also want to work with cute elementary school girls, the eighth one, the eighth one!

...

The next day.

In the early morning, the sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room.

"Drip!"

With a simple press, the annoying alarm clock stopped abruptly.

Not fully awake, Hachiman, still in a state of quantum sleep, swayed as he sat up and slowly changed into his school uniform.

Just as I was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.

outside the hallway.

A slow, deliberate knock came at the door.

Who could it be at this time?

Hachiman started to have random thoughts.

In this loosely managed Haneoka dormitory, there is only one rule that must be followed.

You must be in your room by midnight and absolutely, positively, not open the door until 6 a.m.

If you hear any knocking, ignore it and do not open the door.

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences.

Hey, now some curious readers might be asking...?

Isn't this supposed to be a slice-of-life story?

Why are we talking about strange rules now?

Sigh, it's just school rules.

Those who do not comply must submit a 600-word self-criticism tomorrow.

I glanced at my phone; it was exactly six o'clock. Since the other person was knocking at this time, they must have left the room before six.

Whoever you are, kid, you've broken the school rules!

After accusing the other party of a serious crime, Hachiman took three steps at a time and stepped forward to unlock the door.

A ray of sunlight sneaked in through the crack in the door, and he squinted uncomfortably, raising his hand to shield his eyes.

Unfortunately.

Light still lingered between their fingers.

After a brief moment of adjustment, my vision became clear.

At the doorway, a young girl was bathed in the rising sun, surrounded by a pure, holy light.

At that moment, it wasn't that Hachiman was making a fuss; rather, he genuinely felt that he had seen a holy angel!

Good morning, Hachiman.

Xiangzi's voice pulled him back to reality.

After quickly settling down, Hachiman asked with some surprise, "Why are you here so early?"

"Hey, didn't we agree last night that I'd come to your room to prepare breakfast the next morning?"

Xiangzi tilted his head in confusion, his light blue hair falling naturally onto his small shoulders.

Greatness needs no words.

Hachiman raised his chin.

Is that true?

I probably forgot because I studied too late yesterday.

Since the study group started, he has arrived at Xiuzhiyuan on time every day.

As for the departure time, it depends on the schedule of Fanxing. If it is the early shift, I will leave earlier, and if it is the late shift, I will study a little later.

Yesterday, Kaguya Shinomiya pushed herself to a very high intensity, which exhausted her. As soon as she got back to the dorm, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Sorry, I was still half asleep yesterday. Please come in."

Hachiman stepped aside to make way for him.

There is a small refrigerator in the dormitory. Although it can't hold too much, it's enough to store the food for breakfast.

Xiangzi first took down an ordinary black apron from behind the door. It is worth mentioning that a white calico cat was embroidered on the linen apron.

Next, I took out bacon, eggs, and other ingredients from the small refrigerator and skillfully worked on the cutting board.

Wait a minute, when did the food get in the fridge?

And what's with that apron?

then.

He then looked at Xiangzi, hoping to get an answer from her.

"Hachiman, you can sleep a little longer. Dinner will be served in twenty minutes."

Okay, it's fine if you don't answer.

Hachiman simply shook his head: "It's alright, I'm almost sober now."

Although I was scared, my morning grumpiness has definitely dissipated now.

For some reason, Hachiman felt a pang of regret.

This is a public dormitory after all. If Xiangzi blatantly enters the boys' room, wouldn't it be bad if someone saw him?

No, no, no, we're a couple...

Thinking about this, Hachiman realized a very serious problem.

As of now, he and Xiangzi are not in a romantic relationship; to be precise, they are in a "love-hate" relationship.

Nagasaki Motoyo: Why didn't you say so sooner!

Ugh, I'm getting a bit of a headache...

As for Xiangzi, he probably didn't realize the problem, humming an unknown tune as he skillfully flipped the spatula in the pot.

The induction cooker has very low power, making cooking particularly troublesome, but as the person in charge of the stove, Xiangzi didn't complain at all.

Should I remind you?

Forget it.

Sitting on the bed, with nothing else to do, Hachiman simply cleared his mind and quietly waited for breakfast to be ready.

By the way.

It has become a habitual human-shaped camera.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of beautifully shaped long legs.

After entering the room, Xiangzi took off his cumbersome little leather shoes and stood barefoot on the ground.

The girl's little feet were also snow-white, with perfectly neat toes, white with a rosy tint, without the slightest blemish.

only.

The observant Hachiman noticed a black mole on Shoko's ankle. Although it didn't affect the overall appearance, it made him feel itchy and always wanted to touch it.

[Porridge skin: Absolutely not!]

Who are you?

To avoid being assimilated by the shrimp head's porridge skin, Hachiman forcibly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

Xiangzi changed into his summer school uniform today. The dark green patterns on his skirt had turned into light green, symbolizing the vibrant life of summer.

My gaze continued to wander.

Further up, her slender waist was tightly bound together by two thin black ropes.

Suddenly, my gaze was as if captured by a black hole, unable to move for a long time.

The other person's unguarded appearance caused a burning sensation to surge in his abdomen, which then shot straight to his head.

[As expected, you're using a perverted camera, aren't you?]

Nonsense, my mind is as clear as a mirror, and I have no improper thoughts whatsoever.

[You're so calm, but the second child isn't so calm!]

The system's gloating voice made Hachiman grit his teeth in anger.

Calm down...

He told himself this, then clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the evil thoughts in his mind, and kept reflecting on the new knowledge he had learned from Kaguya Shinomiya yesterday.

The Taylor expansion formula is...

He silently recited the formula in his mind, and after a while, the surging passion slowly cooled down.

Finally, breakfast is ready.

"Hachiman, your face is so red. Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiangzi reached out and brushed Hachiman's cheek, but the latter dodged away in a fluster.

"No, it's nothing, let's eat first."

"Hmm, simple food, I don't know if it suits your taste."

The table was set with a classic Japanese-Western meal: fried eggs and bacon, plus milk and bread.

Hachiman, who always eats breakfast at convenience stores, let his stomach rumble slightly as a sign of respect.

"Xiangzi, you are my god!"

Thank you.

Xiangzi smiled slightly, her dimples appearing, and naturally accepted Hachiman's praise. Then, she asked somewhat nervously, "Try it quickly."

Pick up the fried egg mixed with bacon with chopsticks, put it in your mouth, and savor it slowly.

This tastes amazing!

Only a master chef could make this...!

Well, the breakfast itself was quite ordinary, but it was this homely flavor that filled Hachiman with gratitude.