Asuka Saito was sitting in the house reading a book when he heard the sound of rustling outside the door. She closed the book and set it aside, slowly got up and walked to the door, pulling it open in a narrow slit and observing it secretly.

I only saw Ikuta Erika and Nanami Hashimoto holding a few boxes of fruit in their arms, and Hoshimi Mibu walked quietly in front of them with a calm face, but the movements were a little strange, sticking to the wall, holding the wall and hunching her waist, like an eighty-year-old lady, staggering.

“miho？ You okay. Asuka immediately opened the door and ran to her side to support her, while looking back at the two people behind Hoshimi who were smiling hard in confusion.

Ikuta couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Hoshimi leaning on Saito naturally, silently holding Saito's arm, and at the same time feeling a little indignant. However, she couldn't do anything, so she could only help Hoshimi hold things, staring straight at the two of them.

"I'm fine, I should be fine with a little rest." Hoshimi replied softly, letting Asuka Saito hold her arm.

"Did something happen?" Asuka asked with concern, frowning.

"It's not that someone has lost it, and I fell down." Hoshimi said, feeling depressed in his heart, and glanced at Ikuta coldly.

"How can you blame me, it's obvious that you didn't stand firm." Ikuta pursed his lips and retorted in a low voice.

"It's your crow's mouth! Hiss-"

Hoshimi straightened up sharply and was about to turn around to confront the other party, and there was immediately a tingling pain in her hips, which made her can't help but inhale.

"Okay, okay, it's me who is not good, you can go back and rest first, okay?" Ikuta lowered his voice and gently coaxed.

"Got it." Perhaps because of his physical discomfort, Hoshimi lowered his voice and said silently, his soft voice and slow movements seemed soft and glutinous.

And Asuka Saito, who was holding her, clearly saw the faint flush on her face, so close, Asuka Saito silently thought in his heart.

It's so close, it's so close that the fine and small fluff on the white face of the star is particularly obvious, and there is a thin layer of fine sweat hanging on the sideburns on the tip of the nose.

Hoshimi felt a strong gaze fall on his face, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Asuka Saito suddenly look away, looking down at the floor, and the black hair pinned behind her ears slowly slipped down, covering her silhouette, revealing only the reddened roots of her ears.

"Laugh if you want to, even if I didn't fall in vain, is this also a kind of dedication?"

Hoshimi smiled self-deprecatingly, but he suddenly felt relieved and much more relaxed.

Entering the room, Hoshimi was reluctant to lie on the bed on the grounds that he had not changed his clothes, so he just leaned on the side of the bed and lay on the ground.

"Hey, I don't want to move at all, if someone is willing to wash two strawberries for me to eat, it would be great."

Looking at Ikuta and Hashimoto, who were about to leave, and thinking of the guilt Ikuta showed just now, Hoshimi looked at her expectantly, pretending to say it unintentionally.

"The pool is there, but unfortunately I can't get there."

Ikuta felt a strong gaze behind her, only to feel that her legs were imprisoned by invisible ropes, making it difficult for her to move an inch.

She could only meet Hoshimi's expectant gaze, bend down to pick up a box of strawberries, and wash the strawberries in the direction of her fingers.

"Why only two strawberries?"

Hoshimi put down his phone and looked at the box that Ikuta had placed in front of him with water droplets, and there were two strawberries lying alone in the huge lunch box.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat two strawberries? Aren't these just two? ”

"Can you explain to me what the red liquid is next to the corner of your mouth?"

Hoshimi looked at her with half-squinted eyes, and there was a fierce light hidden in his eyes, "You are also very powerful, and you can really eat in the toilet." ”

"I'm going back to my room." Ikuta sped towards the door.

Hoshimi immediately shouted to stop her, "You stop me!" Erika Ikuta! ”

It's a pity that the other party has long since disappeared.

"Really, I want you to take two boxes of strawberries back, Hiya Xiang hasn't eaten it yet, it's the first time I've asked her to run so fast."

Xing saw that he was not going to take a step and regretted it, opened his mouth to bite a strawberry, the corners of his mouth were filled with a shallow smile, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he was not half angry at all.

"Asuka, can you please help me send two boxes of strawberries later?" As he spoke, Hoshimi picked up a strawberry from the lunch box and handed it to her mouth.

"Taste it, it's sweet."

Asuka Saito opened his mouth to bite the sharp horn of the strawberry, and Hoshimi let go of the strawberry's finger and lightly touched her lips.

"It's sweet!" Hoshimi looked at her with a confident expression.

Saito nodded, his fingers lightly grasping the hem of the skirt, and the folds of the skirt disappeared instantly.

"Nodding is agreeing, I'll trouble you later, Ikuta's room is on the far right of this floor, thank you very much."

Before Hoshimi finished speaking, he saw Saito look cheated, and looked at her with puffed cheeks and wide eyes.

Hoshimi smiled, "I'll treat you to dinner when the meeting is over." I have to thank you for saving me from fire and water and borrowing me emergency clothes. It's just that I might need another day to wear and my clothes haven't dried yet. ”

"It's okay, just return it to me when it's convenient for Miho." Saito waved his hand, signaling that she was not in a hurry.

"Okay, then the matter of eating is decided, and I will have plenty of money next month." Hoshimi clicked on the schedule on his phone and arranged it.

Saito looked at Hoshimi, who was seriously planning the great business of gourmet, and smiled relaxedly, and the negative emotions that had been caused by the fear of life had long since dissipated in this tumultuous day.

It's a pity that the troubles of the stars are not so easy to solve.

"Mibu-chan, here!" Nakamoto and Ikuta had already found a place in the cafeteria, and when they saw Hoshimi and Asuka who were belated, they immediately beckoned.

Hoshimi and Asuka walked up to the two of them and sat down with their plates in hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhongyuan looked at Hoshimi with a sad face and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, maybe you're still a little uncomfortable, how are you feeling?"

Hoshimi turned the conversation to the other three, and gently rubbed his waist with his left hand.

Last night, while Saito was out delivering strawberries, she found the prepared spray to deal with the bruises on her body. I thought it would be fine the next day, but I didn't expect it to be a dull pain when I practiced dancing in the morning.

Sure enough, the current body is not as good as before, and the former body can be said to have been trained by herself to have a strong self-healing ability, and ordinary bruises will not have much impact on her.

"Hiya Xiang is really amazing, she deserves to have been in an idol school, and she performed so well in the dance class in the morning."

Ikuta threw food into his mouth, and at the same time, he did not forget to praise Nakamoto.

"No, the Ichiku sauce in the vocal class is really powerful."

Watching the two of them praise each other, Hoshimi only hoped that he could become a transparent person and escape, but he was shot by Saito next to him.

"Weibu was named by the dance teacher many times this morning, and he was called out to dance alone, obviously remembering the movements so quickly, but hiding in the corner and pretending to be stupid when practicing."

"Mihoho can't be lazy, right? It feels like you're moving so little. ”

Ikuta stared at her earnestly, silently raising the chopsticks in his hand, as if the chopsticks would hit her head at the same time as she admitted.

"No, Ichiku-chan." Zhongyuan helped her to relieve the siege.

"It's better not to, but I was instructed by my aunt to take good care of you, and I won't release water on you."

With that, Ikuta snatched the delicious fried chicken she had left for the last taste from Hoshimi's plate.

"My fried chicken!"

Ikuta ignored the angry Hoshimi and enjoyed the crispy and juicy fried chicken.

Hoshimi also unconsciously thought of her embarrassed appearance in the morning, although she could quickly remember the movements, the slightly stiff limbs still made her worry.

She hid behind the crowd like that, looking at herself in the mirror with uncoordinated limbs, like a child who had just learned to walk, stumbling and embarrassed.

And the girls in front of her danced confidently and smoothly, drawing smooth lines, which made her even more at a loss, so she could only try her best to hide herself.

Obviously, she has been exercising, and her body coordination should not be bad, but compared to the members who are good at dancing and have experienced professional teaching, she is like a lame crab, only waving her limbs in a daze, drawing straight lines without beauty.

Slowly, she tried to lock herself up, still trying to memorize what the teacher said, simulating the movements over and over again in her mind, and then mustering up the courage to do it.

Each time she experienced this, she became more aware of the gap between herself and others, and the fact that she only joined the group because of her mother.

Hoshimi kept poking the rice on the plate with his chopsticks, and felt a black hole suddenly appear in his heart, big enough to throw into a Belas heavy truck.

"It's just a piece of fried chicken, you're not so angry, are you?"

Looking at the already scarred food in Hoshimi's bowl, Ikuta asked stupidly, with a hint of fear in his eyes, as if the pair of chopsticks would poke a hole in his body in the next second.

"It's just a piece of fried chicken," Hoshimi raised an eyebrow, his eyes half-squinted, his eyes slowly climbing up from Ikuta's neck, "It's just my favorite fried chicken, it's just the first fried chicken I ate in Nogizaka, it's just a piece of fried chicken that records the milestones in my life." ”

Ikuta's throat trembled slightly, swallowed his saliva, felt the residual aroma of fried chicken in his mouth, his heart trembled, and he looked at Hoshimi weakly.

As everyone knows, Hoshimi took advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted and looked at him, quietly stretched out his evil chopsticks, quickly grabbed the fried meatballs in the other party's lunch box, and stuffed them into his mouth with lightning speed in front of the other party.

Ikuta only saw a brown silhouette disappear in front of her eyes in an instant, and remembered that Hoshimi didn't choose any brown food other than fried chicken, and immediately looked down to check his lunch box.

"My little meatballs!"

Ikuta looked up angrily, slammed his chopsticks on the table with a thud, reached out and grabbed Hoshimi's cheek and began to pull it out.

"Spit out my croquettes! Give me back my last little meatball! ”

Hoshimi kept his mouth shut and pressed his hands on the back of Ikuta's hand, trying to stop the other party's evil deeds.

While watching the battle, Asuka Saito and Hiyaka Nakamoto silently took out their mobile phones, one recorded a video, and the other took a photo, with a clear division of labor.

Hoshimi keenly turned her head slightly at the moment when the camera focused on her, and her deformed face was perfectly exposed to the camera.

Zhongyuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The camera of Weibu sauce feels really good. ”

"Miho really likes the camera, and the first thing I did when I entered the practice room today was to say hello to each camera, and it seems that she also named the camera." Asuka silently added.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to hold their phones to Hoshimi and Ikuta, who were still entangled.

Hoshimi, who created black history again, was desperate, and the pleasure of successfully taking revenge on Ikuta was gone, and he even began to pray in his heart that he would be able to accurately crush the mobile phones of the two people around him the next time he fell.