Author: Cat Kaji

"Of course it's a date."

At the dinner table in the evening, facing Suzuki Mamoru's statement, Yuko made this judgment with certainty.

"After all, if Mamoru goes there, he won't be able to help with anything, even carrying things. There's no other reason than going on a date."

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It's really an exaggeration.

Suzuki Mamoru said nothing and silently put the food into his mouth. The beef tasted good, the potatoes were moderately soft, and the miso soup was delicious. As for Yuko, because she cooked all the food, she pretended not to hear.

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Suzuki Mamoru was minding his own meal, and Yuko was minding his own business.

"Mamoru, it's not okay to let girls take the initiative in everything."

"Boys should be more proactive."

"Xiao Xi is so nice, very cute, and very sensible. He has always taken care of you and even transferred here from Tokyo."

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it." Suzuki Mamoru nodded.

Broccoli is also good, a very healthy vegetable.

However, Yuko, who had been talking to himself for a long time, finally discovered that he was absent-minded at this time.

"Mamoru." Yuko puffed up her cheeks again, seemingly unhappy, and locked eyes with him, "Mom is talking to you."

"Mother, I am listening to you very seriously." Suzuki Mamoru had to stop his chopsticks and look at Yuko.

"So what do you think?"

"Although I admit that Asagiri is very nice, has she bribed you?" Suzuki Mamoru sighed, a little troubled, "Mother, since Asagiri came, you have to mention her every day, more than ever.

I’ve done it more times.”

It's like this. In just a few days after Asagiri transferred to school, Suzuki Mamoru could definitely hear Yuko asking him about Asagiri at the dinner table every night.

How is the class going? It's great to join the kendo club and we get to spend more time together, etc.

"Jealous?" Yuko asked.

Suzuki Mamoru obviously paused, as if he was holding back his breath, "No, so you didn't understand what I meant at all."

"Then Mamoru, what do you mean?"

"I"

"Look at you, if you don't say anything yourself, why don't you allow your mother to care?" Yuko muttered, "Besides, Xiaoxi transferred from Tokyo, no matter what, Mamoru will always give a response, right?"

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"Mom can see Xiao Xi's appearance, so you can't know Xiao Shou, right?"

".I know." Suzuki Mamoru's voice dropped.

"Then when are you going to respond, Mamoru? We can't keep going like this, right?" Yuko rarely became serious and looked at him.

The sight is unavoidable.

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"I will." Suzuki Mamoru lowered his gaze.

"Really?"

"Um."

"That's right." After finally getting a positive answer, Yuzi was satisfied, "Okay, let's eat."

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The next day was Saturday, and I made an agreement with Chao Wuxi to accompany her to the mall for shopping today.

But that was only after noon. When I woke up at seven in the morning, it was obviously still some time before noon.

After breakfast, Suzuki Mamoru returned to his room. He finished his school homework last night, and it didn't take much time. If he wanted to continue writing, he could only make the exercise book by himself.

Suzuki Mamoru started writing a book of exercises. After all, he had taken a year off from school, but it still had an impact. Doing more exercises would help him recall unfamiliar knowledge points.

When I get tired of writing, I memorize English. Although you can choose Chinese as your second language, Suzuki Mamoru chose English.

After all, after all, his mother tongue in his last life was Chinese. If Suzuki Mamoru chose Chinese, he would definitely be able to get high marks in the college entrance examination easily even if he didn't need to listen to the usual courses.

It's just that getting in touch with unknown knowledge can be called learning.

There is no point in sticking to what you have already learned just for convenience.

After memorizing English, it was almost time to take a rest, so Suzuki Mamoru went to watch kendo videos.

Every time I watch the video, I feel like I already know it, as if I can do it myself.

In fact, when you actually pick up a bamboo sword, you will know how big the gap is between "being able to make it" and "being able to make it in actual combat and successfully hitting the opponent."

It's like the difference between a wife cake and a wife. I guess no one in Japan would understand such a joke, right?

The strange thoughts faded away, and Suzuki Mamoru put down his phone again and picked up the book.

The weather today is still very good. With the light outside the window, there is no need to turn on the lights.

"The mountain road became winding and winding, and we were approaching Amagi Ridge. At this time, the white shower shrouded the dense cedar forest, and swept towards me rapidly from the foothills."

"I was twenty years old that year."

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"The kerosene lamp in the cabin went out. The smell of raw fish and tide on the ship became stronger. In the darkness, the boy's body temperature warmed me. I let the tears flow. My mind seemed to have turned into a pool of clear water.

, it overflowed drop by drop, and then nothing was left, and I suddenly felt very comfortable."

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While reading, Yuko called him downstairs at almost noon.

I clipped my bookmark, closed the book, and went downstairs to finish my lunch. While walking on the stairs, Suzuki Mamoru received a message from Asagiri Shio on his cell phone.

To sum it up, she would come find him at two o'clock.

Suzuki Mamoru naturally agreed, just enough to finish reading the unfinished book.

After returning to the room, he sat back at the desk and was about to open the book and continue reading. But just as he took the bookmark away, Suzuki Mamoru stopped again.

The open windows let in the light breeze and the slightest sound of swaying leaves.

Suzuki Mamoru raised his face and saw a white shadow that quickly disappeared from his field of vision.

It's the white cat, or rather Tamaki Sanchiyo.

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Suzuki Mamoru sat in front of his desk, looking at the direction where the white cat disappeared, and was stunned for a moment.

After he came to his senses and thought for a moment, he put the bookmark back in the middle of the page and closed the book.

He stood up and walked downstairs.

"Yuko, I have to go out."

While walking towards the entrance in a slight hurry, Suzuki Mamoru turned around and said something to Yuko who was lying on the sofa.

But as soon as he reached the entrance, he reacted again. He took a few steps back and returned to the living room.

Yuko had already sat up from the sofa, staring at him who reappeared in her field of vision.

Suzuki Mamoru changed his words: "Mother, I want to go out."

Yuzi's bulging cheeks finally dissipated, she snorted softly, and then said: "With Xiaoxi?"

Suzuki Mamoru shook his head: "No. Asagiri won't come until two o'clock. I will be back before then."

"Then what are you going to do when you go out?"

"Yeah" Suzuki Mamoru thought for a while. For someone like him who doesn't go out during holidays, it would be really difficult to find a suitable reason in front of Yuko.

"I have something to talk to Tamaki-san about." That's what he said in the end.

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"What's wrong?" Suzuki Mamoru looked at Yuko and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Yuko hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Xiao Mamoru, you are going on a date with Xiao Xi, do you want to go out on a date with Tamaki-san?"

"." Suzuki Mamoru opened his mouth to explain, then closed it again.

Yuko was a little embarrassed: "Logically speaking, Mom will not object to what Mamoru wants, but"

"Um"
To be continued...