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It's a very spiritual word.

At the same time, it is also the most magical name for the feeling of streamer.

Just like my father.

Of course, both are equally important, after all...... Without a father, a mother cannot be a mother.

Even though he just helped the tsundere crab girl in his class solve the major life event of weight in the middle of the night, Streamer still feels that his spirit is very full.

At least that's true when Streamer rode a motorcycle back to her home.

"Teacher, stay here for the night tonight."

Just as Streamer was about to go back to Ara Liangmu's house, Battlefield Hara Heiyi suddenly said something that made Streamer stay in place in fright and at a loss.

"That, Battlefield Hara-san? Although I am not jealous of the teacher, and sometimes even race and age are not a problem, but after just igniting the enthusiasm of the class teacher, you suddenly give me such a sentence, the teacher will not be able to bear it. Streamer looked cautiously at the battlefield, for fear that she would suddenly take out a compass and prick it into her eyes.

"Ahra, although I know that my body and appearance are extremely good, and the teacher has just done me a super important favor, but if the teacher stays here overnight with this mentality, I will still call the police."

Battlefield Hara said this coldly to the streamer, and at the same time took out his mobile phone at the streamer and directly typed '110' on it.

Then the thumb rests on the dial-out button and stops moving.

"I'm sorry, I'm too kidding, please don't do it!" Streamer didn't say a word, and directly sat in front of the battlefield and apologized.

If the battlefield really dialed that call, I'm afraid that the fastest person to arrive would be Arayogi's father and mother, who live not far away and are in light sleep at all times, to ensure that they can deal with sudden tasks at any time.

"So, what about the answer?" Battlefield Hara took the phone back while looking at the streamer.

"Before that, please let me know why Battlefield Hara-san would say such a thing." Streamer asked seriously.

"Because the teacher is busy so late because of my problem. If the teacher disturbs the neighbor's sleep so late, then I will have a troubled conscience. Battlefield said.

Streamer now lives in Ara Ryoki's home, which is a detached building, and the nearest house is a short distance away, and belongs to the type that doesn't affect the neighbors even if you knock on the door.

Streamer said that if he didn't know what kind of student this battlefield was, he really almost believed this reason.

However, considering that the child just remembered the memory he had given up, and also regained his weight, the streamer still decided to stay here for one night, although the space is not large, but it is still possible to put the song and put it between the two, so as not to make the streamer fall asleep and do something that should not be done.

"Before I go to bed, I'll make food for the teacher. After all, because of my business, the teacher didn't eat at all tonight. While the streamer was thinking, Battlefield Hara suddenly said.

Although skipping a few meals is not a big deal for the streamer at all.

But the battlefield can't do it, after all, she's just an ordinary weak girl, and she's just regained her weight, so it's time to make up for her body a little.

"Then please be a former classmate of the battlefield." In line with the principle of not eating for nothing, Streamer decided to rub this meal, although I don't know how Battlefield Hara's cooking skills are, but considering that she usually stays at home by herself in her home, she must not be able to make things that reach the point of dark cuisine.

After that, the streamer was extremely glad to have rubbed this meal.

Because this is the best dish that Streamer has eaten in the past few years since he lost his power.

Looking at the streamer that was eating tears, the corners of Battlefield's mouth twitched a few times.

"I'm glad that you like my cooking so much, but can I ask you not to do it, Sensei? It's disgusting. ”

"Because it's really delicious!"

Because his enthusiasm for cooking was very dull before, and in the past few years, Streamer has been racking his brains to find ways to improve his recovery speed, so the pursuit of cooking is much smaller.

Before moving into Araragi's house, Streamer had always eaten the semi-cold bento in the supermarket, or directly ate it outside.

Although after moving to Araragi's house, it is generally Streamer or Araragi Moonfire to cook, but Moonfire's age and cooking ability are still there.

It tastes good, but it's just good.

It can be seen that in terms of cooking, Battlefield Hara should have put a lot of effort into it before.

Excellent learning ability.,Although because of the loss of weight.,I've been skipping physical education class.,But according to the information obtained by the streamer.,It seems that before losing weight,,The physical education results of the battlefield were also very good.。

Although the three views are a bit problematic, there is no doubt that the battlefield is a very suitable woman to be a wife.

Streamer burped contentedly, and then lay down with a comfortable face.

"I don't want to move after eating."

"Be careful of turning into a cow." Battlefield Hara looked at the streamer while cleaning up the food scraps and chopsticks on the table.

"Hmph, do you think the average weirdness can do me any harm!" Streamer replied with a lazy expression.

"So, what about the unusual weirdness?" Battlefield Yuan rolled his eyes at the streamer, and then pursued.

Seeing the streamer's lazy appearance now, the battlefield was amused and delighted.

After all, the current appearance of the streamer is, in a sense, also a compliment to Battlefield Hara's cooking ability, and it is also a kind of closeness to Battlefield Hara's teacher-student relationship.

"I still have a trump card here. Ha~" The streamer yawned while patting his own shadow reflected in the light.

Before he heard the irony of the battlefield, the streamer fell asleep groggily.

I don't know if it's because I'm too relieved, or because I'm used to living in Ararayoki's house before, and Streamer doesn't even have a trace of alertness to the outside world.

After the battlefield cleaned the dishes and chopsticks and cleaned up the kitchen, he found that the streamer had completely fallen asleep.

He flipped up the square table for eating and stood it on the wall next to it, and then Battlefield Hara pulled out a new futon from the side.

That was originally prepared for his father on the battlefield, but now the streamer is used first.

After some effort, he threw the streamer into the quilt, and the battlefield also set up his bed not far from the streamer, and before turning off the light, the battlefield looked at the streamer again.

"Good night, teacher."