Chapter 146 – Takahashi is a nymphomaniac.

The song ended, Hetty with super high mental quality to insist on performing to the end, the song on the TV also returned to the point of view station, the whole living room and then quiet, Hetty bit her lower lip, the sight has been staring at the two elders, this feeling, this feeling ……

He himself hadn’t even died so socially during the first 10,000 person ballroom dance party!

Palms sweating, he waited quietly for his elders’ comments.

It wasn’t until Aoi Ryu also exclaimed and clapped that the atmosphere slowly eased.

“Awesome.” Aoi Ryuu nodded as well and looked at Ikuko beside him, “Looking quite youthful, Ikuko.”

Aoi Ikuko whole expression indifferent, she usually is rarely watch TV, as the appreciation of dance, still stay in the ballet or samba and so on, this form of dance, but rarely have to see.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, though, and in response she nodded approvingly, “Not bad.”

Hetty was relieved to hear this answer, and her whole shoulders dropped with it.

Afterward Aoi Ikuko went to prepare the after dinner snacks, it was natural to want them to stay longer when they had guests in the house.

Taking out some senbei as well as katsuyaki, and watching the show to her heart’s content, Sakurajima Apricot picked up Rina and went back to the living room to continue watching the cartoon.

“Natsuki, your mom and I are going to visit a friend’s house this afternoon, so help us greet our guests oh.” Aoi Ryuuya stood in the doorway of the dining room and instructed towards his son in the kitchen.

“Okay, be careful on the road.”

A voice came from the kitchen.

Mr. and Mrs. Aoi then packed up their things, took a bag of meet and greet gifts with them, and left the entrance gate of the basement.

At this point Aoi Natsuki washed the dishes, wiped down the stovetop as well as the hood filter with a rag, and the leftovers were wrapped in plastic wrap and ready to be chilled in the refrigerator.

“I’ll help.” Hetty, standing in the kitchen doorway, volunteered.

Aoi Natsuki turned her head and was surprised that she was standing here, “No, you’re a guest, you should just accompany Sakurajima to watch TV, I’ll take care of it here.”

“Eh ……” Hetty said with a bit of hesitation in her tone, tilting her head slightly, her afterglow looking at Sakurajima in the living room and covering the side of her face with her hand, “Sakurajima today makes me feel a bit scared.”

“You’re just feeling scared? Then Hetty you’re pretty slow to react.” Aoi Natsuki teased slightly, her eyes also looking at the living room through the glass window, “I’ve been scared for half a year.”

“Eh! Has Sakurajima always been like this!” Hetty’s pupils flashed a shade of white when she heard this, and she took a small step forward.

“Ha……how can I say this, meeting her is your luck and your misfortune, right?” Aoi Natsuki skimmed her mouth and continued wrapping the plastic wrap.

Hetty immediately felt a chill of evil, not realizing that underneath the skin of Sakurajima’s worldly beauty, there was still such a character hidden, how could she not have noticed it before!

Aoi Natsuki could see her inner concern, and after two seconds of silence, she still said, “But you don’t have to think of Sakurajima as a bad person, her nature is not bad, and there are times when she is quite righteous.”

Breaking the ground to help her say two good words, also for the sake of the next Hetty’s friendship with Sakurajima, itself Aoi Natsuki didn’t dislike Sakurajima apricot, and even at some times, even he couldn’t resist Sakurajima’s charm.

“Really?”

“Well, it’s good to be normal, have you seen the video of the competition held in our school before? In the end, she didn’t act so angry because of me, even though her personality is a bit eccentric, it’s also a way for her to show her goodwill to others.”

Hetty frowned slightly and mouthed in thought, then nodded her head lightly, “Well, I might as well do something for you, after all, I’m weirdly embarrassed that I can’t let you all do it.”

Hetty stepped forward, picking up the cling-wrapped leftovers, her gaze going to Natsuki Aoi.

Natsuki Arai wasn’t so pretentious, and pointed her finger to the area to the right outside the kitchen, “The refrigerator is over there.”

“Good.” Hetty walked out of the kitchen with her plate and quickly made her way to the refrigerator, first opening the top, then realizing that the top was the freezer level, and was about to close it when her eyes were abruptly drawn to something.

Aoi Natsuki came out with the remaining two dishes and noticed Hetty standing dumbfounded in front of the refrigerator, a little curious, he walked over to her, his eyes looked into the refrigerator and found a paper box, then he placed a dish on top of the refrigerator, followed by his thumb skimming the crushed ice on the outer layer of that cardboard box, only to see a line of small letters written on it: ‘Pure Natural Cream Lollipop’.

A popsicle?

Aoi Natsuki then suddenly remembered that two days ago his dad came back with this cardboard box in his arms, and he didn’t ask much about the specifics, but it turned out to be ice lollies.

What kind of mentality is it to buy a lollipop on this cold day.

Aoi Natsuki shook her head helplessly and turned to Hetty on the sidelines, her eyes glued to the cardboard box with dead eyes.

Ha ……

Natsuki Aoi pursed her lips and asked in a small voice, “Want to get on one?”

Hetty turned her head in seconds, her eyes wide and her voice equally soft, “May I?”

“Well, eat it if you want.” Natsuki Aoi pulled the side of the cardboard box out slightly, tore open a slit, and took out a cylindrically wrapped lollipop from inside.

This kind of ice cream has a long history, Aoi Natsuki remembers that when he was a child, he took two hundred dollars of pocket money given by his parents and went to the 100 yuan store to buy things, he had picked this kind of ice cream, and at that time he thought that it was so delicious, and it was not until later on that more and more snacks appeared, and this kind of ice cream gradually turned into memories.

Oh, and in retrospect, the last time I was in the vending machine backstage at the theater, I bought Hetty a lollipop of this very same cream lollipop myself.

What a coincidence.

Natsuki Arai took the dish Hetty was holding in her other hand, then closed the refrigerator door with her elbow and hooked the lower refrigerator door open with her pinky to put the leftovers inside, and don’t forget the top one as well.

Hetty eyes have been watching this cream lollipop, tear open the package, the shape of this lollipop ice present funnel shape, wide at the bottom, pointed at the top, the same body present yellow-white color, gusts of cold air bubbling out, then she opened her mouth to take a sip, at once her face showed a look of enjoyment.

Two golden double ponytails leap up and down.

The corners of Aoi Natsuki’s mouth showed a smile, after restraining herself from eating for a long time, to be able to eat her favorite food was undoubtedly not a heavenly treat.

He himself, after not eating a delicious Burger King for three months, eats one once in a while and a feeling of happiness wells up from the bottom of his heart.

“Better not eat too much, be careful of your stomach.”

“It’s okay, I’m going to finish enjoying this creamsicle.” Hetty was so happy that her voice took on a subtle sobbing tone, which was too much.

“Well, there’s nothing for you to do, so you can go back to the living room and sit down for a while, and if you don’t have anything else to do this afternoon, the three of us can play some chess or something.”

“Hima?”

“Wow, you still know Hinamatsu, that’s okay, I remember having it at home.”

“Uh-huh!” Hetty looked extraordinarily happy, sucking on her lollipop, her body unconsciously padding up and down as she turned to head back into the living room.

And Aoi Natsuki pondered if she wanted to play Japanese mahjong, did she need to ask Hayakawa if he had the time, and could a specialty in mahjong be cultivated? No, mahjong should be considered a hobby, not a specialty, right?

Aoi mused so.

Just then, Hetty, who had only taken two steps, turned around again, her clear eyes staring at the man in front of her.

“Thank you, Arai.”

Aoi responded with a quick, oh-so-small, “Small, small thing.”

Hetty smiled sweetly at him and followed closely back to the couch in the living room.

Aoi Natsuki didn’t really care about that, pulling out her cell phone, she started to contact Hayakawa, all in all, it would be better to try.

……

Ayano was flipping through the manuscript of a certain manga mastermind, relishing the grilled sausage in her mouth.

The pace kept following the figure in front of her, when the other stopped, she stopped, when the other started, she followed.

Unconsciously the cacophony in her ears grew louder and louder, and she was finally putting down her cell phone.

That’s when she realized she had arrived at a food court, and she removed the bluetooth headset in her right ear, her gaze lifting to her sister, who stood motionless at the front.

“Wow……” Takahashi Midu padded over to one of the vegetable stalls and looked at one of the differently shaped potatoes, stepping forward to pick one up and examining it from side to side.

What’s so strange about this potato ……

Ayano couldn’t help but have this question in her mind.

The old lady behind the vegetable stall said with a big smile, “The potatoes just arrived today, you can buy some back oh.”

“Uh-huh.” Takahashi Midu nodded, then turned her head to look at Ayano and said, “How about we eat beef stew with potatoes tonight?”

“I’m fine with that, it’s just that beef stew is time consuming, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s mostly just to try it out first too.”

“First? Sister, what do you want, to use me as a guinea pig?” Ayano hastily shielded her body.

“What are you babbling about, I, I just want to learn this dish, so that I can subsequently make it for others to eat as well.” Takahashi Midu’s tone was filled with indecision even as she said this.

Ayano, who knew everything that was going on, skimmed her lips and casually spat out, “Making bento for Natsuki again? Sis is really focused.”

Now it turned out that her sister, who had always been the least likely to like boys, was hopelessly in love with a boy, something Ayano would not have believed a year ago.

“All of my friends around me can cook, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to learn to do a little bit of cooking, right?” Takahashi Midu said in a soft tone as if recalling something, turning her head and starting to pick up potatoes again, with a vegetable stand off to the side, also shopping for other side dishes.

Ayano, who was standing at the back carrying the bags, looked at her sister’s nervous but slightly cheerful state, what the hell, it’s just shopping for groceries, why are you so happy?

Ayano beamed, the shadow of her sister in the past is still vivid in her mind, but she just can’t connect with this girl in front of her who is holding a special cabbage in her left hand and a special coronary in her right hand as a comparison, in her memory, although her sister is as always very good to her, knife mouth and tofu heart, but the whole state of the person on weekdays is lofty and her attitude is very condescending, but now in front of her eyes this sister ……

You’re able to smile like a nymphomaniac with a box of special vegetables.

Changed. Sister has really changed.

All the personas are falling apart!

Ayano tightened her hand that was clutching the bag, the source of all of this could not escape one boy, that was Aoi Natsuki, he was the one who had subconsciously changed his sister’s mind over the past half a year, allowing her to go from a misogynistic state of mind to liking a boy instead, a boy who was as if he really did have magical powers.

Thinking of Natsuki, Ayano’s heart suddenly jolted, that gentle smile flashed through her mind, slowly her cheeks floated red, as if …… for this series of drastic changes that had occurred, she was also able to understand the change of heart in it, Natsuki, was just that one more special boy… …

“Sister.”

Ayano stepped forward.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Takahashi Midu turned her head, a smile still on her face.

“Sister now, don’t you hate boys anymore?” Ayano asked suddenly.

Regarding this question, Takahashi Mito hadn’t really thought about it in depth, “Well …… I guess it’s still annoying.”

Upon hearing this, Ayano’s gaze lifted and scanned towards the surrounding area, quickly catching a young man who looked stylishly dressed and of a similar age, and then gave her sister a wink, “How did you feel at first glance about the boy over there in the turban, sis?”

Following Ayano’s line of sight, Takahashi Mito deflected her body seventy degrees to the left and quickly noticed the boy, but just after staring for a second, she immediately gave her conclusion, “It gives off a very uncomfortable feeling.”

“No way? I thought it was quite affable looking, what about that one?”

Ayano pointed to her companion beside the man.

“It’s the same feeling.” Takahashi Mito said in a nonchalant voice.

Ayano then picked a few more people to ask her sister’s opinion, but her sister’s replies were almost always the same, and along with the replies, the look on her face gradually became cold, and had slowly begun to get closer to the cold and condescending one she used to be!

Ayano thought for a while, the topic turned to Natsuki again, a moment that just built up the “invisible wall”, this time steeply collapsed, the sister has become shy again, even if aimlessly looking at some frozen food behind the list of ingredients, she is also very interested in reading, really, ah, the variables in this is only because of Natsuki only.

My sister isn’t into boys, she simply likes Natsuki.

She was really into Natsuki.

“Hmph, Ayano, why don’t I get two more pork chops fried for dinner tonight? Do you want the black pepper flavor or the Orleans flavor?” Standing in front of the freezer, Takahashi Midu, with a satisfied look on her face, held a packet of seasoned pork chops in each of her right and left hands, twisting around to show them towards Ayano.

With an inexplicable melody humming under her breath, her sister, now reduced to her little world, would come out snickering a little later when she thought of something else.

“Black pepper, I think.” Ayano replied.

“Yeah, black pepper, mmmmm.” Takahashi Mito narrowed her eyes, staring at the package of black pepper-flavored pork chops in her right hand for a long time without uttering a sound, and her surroundings seemed to have blossomed into small flowers one after another because of her good mood, and the backdrop turned pink with it.

There’s no mistaking my sister, Takahashi Mito, who is now, through and through, a nymphomaniac!