"Oh yeah!"
Creak, creak.
"Come on, baby!"
Creak, creak.
"Whack, whack!!!"
Creak, creak.
"Again! Again!"
Creak, creak.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
Creak, creak.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
Creak, creak.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."
Creak, creak.
"Uh-huh..."
Creak, creak.
"Uh..."
Subsequently, the sound of "uh" gradually weakened, and the gasping became heavier.
At the same time, the bed frame also stopped shaking.
"...Woohoo..."
The lady's voice trembled slightly.
Damn it!!
So angry I'm shaking and cold.
Yukino Fuyumi clenched her fists.
She was standing at the door of Room 404.
Yukino Fuyumi had already found a job yesterday, and because she had been slacking off too much recently, as soon as she found a job, she intentionally extended her working hours.
These past two days, she didn't get home until almost ten o'clock.
Dragging her tired body back to the entrance of the old apartment building, she subconsciously looked up and saw that the light in Room 404 was on.
Yukino Fuyumi first thought that the child wasn't asleep yet at this hour.
Staying up late is not good for a teenager's development.
Then she puffed out her cheeks and thought, "What does that have to do with me?"... Besides, she wasn't looking up to check on Room 404, but to make sure her own window was closed.
Yes, that's right.
Just as she was dismissing these strange thoughts and about to step over the apartment threshold, the curtain in Room 404 was suddenly pulled back a corner.
A head quietly appeared behind the window.
The expression on the head was originally T.T... then upon seeing her, it immediately changed to ☆△☆... Because this change was too drastic and too rapid.
Yukino Fuyumi took several seconds to react before recalling who the owner of this face was... and what it meant for her to be hiding behind the window of Room 404.
She immediately rushed upstairs.
And then heard this period of strange shouts and yells from the window.
It hardened.
Yukino Fuyumi's fist hardened.
She did it on purpose.
Kill her.
She must kill her... "Growl"... There was no wind, but Yukino Fuyumi's wool sweater hem fluttered.
If someone were standing behind her at this moment, they would definitely be frostbitten by the temperature; her delicate hands clenched into fists, making a "grunt" sound.
She wished she could kick open the door and drag that woman out.
But that was just a fantasy.
She couldn't do that.
There was no reason, no excuse.
Yukino Fuyumi's indignant gaze eventually turned to disappointment, and her clenched fists relaxed... But as her anger subsided, she inexplicably choked on her saliva.
Not only did her throat become somewhat dry, but her full lips were licked several times by her tongue.
And these were changes Yukino Fuyumi had not noticed before.
When she did notice, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her body.
Yukino Fuyumi immediately thought of something; she dared not linger, and with a "whoosh," she darted up to the fifth floor.
Inside the room.
Aiya Yayoi lay on the bed, panting heavily.
Hayato, on the other hand, stood up, picked up the can of beer Aiya Yayoi hadn't finished, and brought it to his mouth.
"In the future... you should drink less alcohol." Hayato looked at Aiya Yayoi, who was like a puddle of soft mud, motionless, with a look of disdain.
Aiya Yayoi took a while to recover before speaking:
"Eh heh heh, are you starting to worry about my health?"
"Your bladder might be a bit smaller than average, and it's a hassle to clean up," Hayato said.
"...I'll wash it." Aiya Yayoi pouted, complaining, "That means I'm wet, and you're still not satisfied, are you?"
"And."
Hayato added, "Don't think about 'Western Charm' anymore."
"W-why?" Aiya Yayoi's voice was soft when she asked; if she weren't truly too weak in the knees to stand, she would have jumped in front of Hayato and hit him on the head.
This brat has so many demands... "Your pronunciation is terrible, like someone from the Texas suburbs," Hayato said.
"Even if it's the suburbs, people in Texas do speak English..." Aiya Yayoi protested, gesturing.
"Shandong Texas suburbs," Hayato said.
"..." Aiya Yayoi laboriously fumbled for her phone on the bedside table, then opened the 'Lack of Virtue' map to check the location, and her face changed dramatically: "What did you s..."
She was about to pounce on him, with an expression that said, 'This old lady is going to force you today.'
But just as she propped herself up, she collapsed back down.
"...N-no... I really have no strength left... You're an animal, an animal!" she cursed through gritted teeth.
Hayato continued to calmly drink his beer:
"Ah, I shouldn't have said that..."
"Although it's too late to apologize now, it's better than not apologizing at all..." Aiya Yayoi said, huffing.
"It was truly insulting to Texas, I apologize to my Shandong buddies." Hayato said, putting his hands together.
"Your mom!!!"
Aiya Yayoi was about to use ancestral methods to curse this animal, but she stopped halfway.
Although she might not be much older than him, she still needed to show some respect to "mother-in-law," Aiya Yayoi apologized in her heart.
She looked at the door with hazy eyes.
There was no movement at all.
A mischievous smile crossed her lips, and she asked again:
"Tell me the truth, are you and that beautiful girl upstairs really just neighbors?"
Hayato looked intently into Aiya Yayoi's eyes: "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"Nonsense, of course the truth," Aiya Yayoi said.
"And a financial relationship," Hayato said.
"What?!" Aiya Yayoi truly couldn't stand it anymore; she propped herself up from her weak state and slammed her hand on the bed: "How much money did she give you to keep you?"
Hayato:... "Could it be that you're keeping her?" Aiya Yayoi's eyes widened even further, then her gaze went to Hayato's face, and then down about eighty centimeters: "No! Then we're losing out big time!! If you went out, people would have to pay you to sleep with them!
...On the day of the parent-teacher conference.
Although Hayato was an orphan, because Baiqiu High School implemented a three-party conference model, he still needed to make an appearance.
The so-called three-party conference was: parent - school - student.
That is, parents, led by the students, would go to talk with the school teachers.
As for the content of the discussion, it was nothing more than academic performance, school life, and the teacher's evaluation of the student, including strengths and areas for improvement. Parents, on their part, needed to offer their opinions on the school and teachers.
Hayato didn't have parents, but he still needed to go through the process with the school teachers to avoid giving others a reason to criticize Shiraki High School for discriminating against orphans... The three-party conferences required families to enter one by one for individual conversations.
Families whose turn had not come yet waited outside, and Hayato leaned against the railing, idly.
His student number was quite far back, so he had a long time to wait.
Yamamoto Sakito, however, was quite active, moving among the parents, greeting each one.
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