The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 207 207 Phew Chi

Zhou and Midday, dressed in costumes and served in a classroom locker, were touring the school for now because they wanted to tour the cultural festival.

It’s a little past mealtime, but the food and beverage simulator is still active. Students’ turnover times are often around this time, so rather, the number of guests may be increasing.

Zhou Da was also tired of unfamiliar customer service and hungry, so I would go around campus to try to eat properly… Again, midday was noticeable.

You can also hear the maid, so you can say that the mock shop in your class is thriving. Pretty good to have people in.

It’s not very comfortable from the circumference, but I gave up at midday and went through more like I was used to, so I decided not to worry too much about the circumference either.

“What do you want for midday?

“Right, I like things you don’t usually eat”

“It’s like I don’t usually eat, even if I say so…. Baked Noodles or Takoyaki?

It’s not that I don’t make baked noodles, but I don’t really like those that have a strong flavour at midday, so even if I make baked noodles, they taste salty or open. Takoyaki doesn’t have a baking machine in the first place.

I don’t eat out much either, so I didn’t really have much luck with things like those sold on edge days.

Sauce I rarely eat because it’s a corner opportunity. I walked toward a class that sells baked noodles, but I heard a familiar voice on the way down the stairs.

From the stairs leading to the rooftop, the rooftop should have a basic deadline, so I climbed up the stairs a little and saw the dance floor… I had a classmate that I had recently started talking to.

“That, Fujimiya and Mr. Vertebra?

Zhou blinks perfectly at the figure of Kido, who has called his name in a strange voice.

I don’t really have a place to sit on campus and I’m not surprised that I’m here… but I was surprised by her posture.

Next to Kido, there was a boy student with a roasted noodle on his cheek all over his mouth, and Kido had his hand around his jaw as he leaned against such a boy student. I can see you spilling the roasted noodles.

“… what are you doing here”

“Eh, I’ll keep looking. Rice. Look, Fujimiya, I told you before.”

“Mmm.”

The male student, who looked around with a loud roar that had not been chewed up, swallowed the sauce and roasted noodles. I’m glad… but I was in a hurry. I frowned and slapped my chest out.

You expected it. Kido is giving you a tea pet bottle while saying “I won’t bite you firmly”.

Kido had opened the lid first, so the boys students were pouring tea straight into their mouths.

I just drank about a third of the time, and Kido is wiping his mouth with a wet tissue to a boy student who gives a neat look as to whether something clogged has flowed into his stomach. I guess it was because they were all over the sauce because they were eating baked noodles, and the wet tissue had a solid brown stain.

A wiped boy student looked subtly dissatisfied and said, “Would you please not treat me like a child?” He groans, “but Kido wipes even more with a grin. I guess the only reason he won’t reject it while it seems a little annoying is because it’s all about trust.

“Uh, is that Kido’s boyfriend?

“Oh, you’re absolutely right. He’s my childhood boyfriend. Here you go, Socha. Introduce yourself.”

“You thought I was a person who had to be encouraged to be like a child…”

“Because you’re familiar with people. Look, I’m not a bad person.”

“You wouldn’t introduce me if I were a bad person. In the first place. … General Manager Chino.”

To Chino, who bowed his head with a dust, Kido is being paid to try to stroke his head without saying that he did well.

I admire Chino while impressing him in a way that Kido’s mentality doesn’t seem to be strong enough to care if he’s used to it too.

The only information I was hearing from Kido was that he had amazing muscles, so I thought he was more discerning and fit… I know he’s taller than Zhou, but I can’t really feel it from the top of his uniform. Instead, Shu seemed to be in better shape.

I secretly observed not to be taken grudgingly for once, but Kido laughs tearfully as he figured out what the end of the perimeter’s gaze was.

“You’re a great type if you take it off.”

“No, it would be amazing if I took it off…”

“That’s right, Mr. Vertebra, our boyfriend is amazing. Ugh.”

I was thinking what a subtle slight grin Kido might not want to hear much in the middle of the day, but it was Chino the person who blocked him.

“Stop it. I’m not proud of that. Embarrassing…. hey, what did you say without me? I wonder if you bragged about your muscles again.”

“My boyfriend’s a good muscle,” he said.

“I want you to stop bragging about it… not something you can be so proud of.”

“That’s not true! It’s the best thing in the world for me!

“In the meantime, I’ve been doing it on TV with a bodybuilder feature. What did you do to the habit of drooling…”

“Oh, should I take those occasional snacks… So-so is a staple and a hobby and an essential one! You’re special!

It’s a very serious and clear wooden door, but as for the circumference, I’m too concerned about the bodybuilder’s crease to get the curse into my head.

(You’re such a muscle lover… I don’t know, the world)

I don’t even feel like I could get along with Kido in a way because I smell fetish at midday if I say which one. It’s complicated to talk about where your boyfriend feels fetish, so if you can, I’d like you to do it secluded where they’re not.

A lot of things were amazing, and when I pulled a step back and observed Kido, he somehow guessed what he was thinking, without Chino even trying to hide Kido’s head.

“That’s it. I’m pulling over.”

‘Cause you say weird things.’

“… I’m sorry, my colorful incense”

“Is it my fault!?

Unwillingly, I’m only turning my eyes to him, but I guess it’s just an extension of the twitch.

Zhou can only laugh at Kido, who is subtly stroking his muscles while pointing his lips to blame.

I didn’t feel bad about Chino either, so I let him like it was the usual thing, and I lowered my head to Pepper and this one, so Zhou accidentally made my head peel.

At midday, I kept my mouth shut about what I was thinking, but for some reason I suddenly stuck around and touched my pepper and Zhou’s stomach.

“… Zhou-kun would be amazing if he took it off”

“We don’t have to stick together and not so much. It’s kind of hard to follow.”

“Enough for me”

You remembered the bath area. I touch the area with my cheeks dyed, so a bitter laugh emerged naturally as to why this had happened.