52 52 The day after Valentine (1/2)

”Fujimiya, you saved me yesterday”

Zhou had to consolidate because the side of the gate had spoken so naturally to Zhou, who went to school the next day.

Though I had a small contact yesterday, I didn't think I'd bother to thank you for all that.

It's not the same as when you're surrounded by women, by the door laughing with the bright look of people, and the circumference being spoken to is also very uncomfortable to get a glimpse from the surroundings.

I don't like being noticed better than I was, so I still get carried away even with these genuine gazes of interest.

”Oh, nothing. That's all right. It was tough, Candlestick.”

”Sort of...”

Zhou also sympathized with ”I guess hot men are hard” because the doorstep had distant eyes.

I'm not trying to be proud of myself for being hot. I guess that's why they like it from around here, and the jealous boys don't really hate it or anything.

Maybe he likes the discipline of coming all the way out here to say thank you for all that.

”Anyway, thanks for the help. I wanted to thank you.”

”It's okay, when we're in trouble, we're like each other.”

I didn't want to sell you any favors, and I'm not thankful for it.

Don't worry, I laughed lightly, and the side of the gate smiled a little relieved.

I had to laugh a little bitterly at the smile of the vegetables, so that smile was directed at the woman.

”What have you done to Yuta?”

After the gateway leaves, a tree appears to have been watching.

Yuta, that's the name by the gate. The tree feels like a moodmaker who is relatively close to all his classmates, so of course he talks quite a bit about it by the gate.

As for Zhou, he is often admired and puzzled that such a man should be doing his own friend.

”Yeah, I was stocked by the gate with too much chocolate... I just gave him the cashier's bag...”

”Uh. You had more than you expected. Stuffing is sweet.”

It seems that the tree that was watching that massive amount of chocolate and women's favors next door was also good at explaining Zhou, spilling a sympathetic mixed bitterness.

It was our feeling that Zhou would struggle to take it home if that was all they had, so it's no wonder Zhou helped.

As for Zhou, it's nothing like being thankful because it's a little friendly.

”Well, that's all. It's not a big deal.”

”Like you.... but, you know, the cashier's bag is always ready... and you're not dyeing it. When I was watching a supermarket ad on my smartphone, I thought,” What housewife? ”