Chapter 199

Although it's a bit perverse, Ishikawa Hayato discovered that if he did a deep simulation, he could even calculate the elasticity and curves of several people's skin based on the sound of water splashing.

In addition to the footsteps they just heard, he could also estimate their body fat percentage and other physical parameters.

This made even a pervert like him seem a bit perverted.

But he didn't simulate it. He was a pervert, but he felt it was better to wait until they were willing to reveal these private things, and then learn about them with excitement and anticipation.

Instead of letting your mind wander here.

The shower ended with a satisfied sigh from them.

Ishikawa Hayato heard them take out stools and each sit in a different spot to start taking a bath.

As the group pressed the shower gel a few times and began applying it to their bodies, Kita's voice rang out.

"Speaking of which, it seems like only Gotou-san and Hayato-kun use this bath... Ah, that's not what I meant."

Nijika's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Hurry up and finish washing, Hayato-kun is still waiting outside, you'll make him catch a cold."

Ishikawa Hayato was slightly moved and found Kita's strange statement both interesting and anticipated. He heard them fall silent again for a while.

Kita seemed unable to resist speaking again.

"Speaking of which... Gotou-san's breasts are really big..."

Hitori cried out in terror, "Eek!"

Nijika: "Hey! Don't say anything weird."

Kita: "Ah, no, I just think... men probably all like Gotou-san's figure, right?"

Hitori: "No... it's better not to."

Liang: "You mean that pervert definitely likes someone like Bocchi, right?"

Hitori: "Hmm..."

Kita: "No, no, I didn't mention Hayato-kun!"

Outside, Ishikawa Hayato guessed that Nijika, who had been quiet for a long time, was thinking, "Everyone's thinking about men!"

A sound of foam being washed away rang out, followed by the sound of several people quickly entering the pool and treading water.

Kita: "Wow, that's almost enough for swimming..."

Nijika: "My body is all relaxed..."

Liang: "It's really quite good."

And Hitori seemed to chuckle softly.

A little while later, the sound of splashing water was heard.

Kita: "Then I'll head out first."

Nijika: "Yeah, we should get Hayato-kun to take a shower too."

Hitori: "Um, ah! Ryosang, don't sleep here..."

Nijika: "Bocchi-chan, move aside."

Liang: "Hmm..."

Outside the door, Ishikawa Hayato was tormented by his conscience. Everyone was concerned that he hadn't showered yet, but had finished bathing so quickly, while he was the only one eavesdropping on something.

He took a change of clothes, sat on the living room sofa, and watched TV while waiting for the girls to come out.

Not long after, the three people who had finished washing and drying their clothes in the washing machine, and Hitori who had changed into sportswear, came out of the corridor.

Hitori quickly came out and eagerly said to Ishikawa Hayato, "Hayabusa, we're done washing up."

She seemed quite worried that Ishikawa Hayato might get sick from waiting too long.

Although Nijika rarely saw Hitori being so proactive, she wasn't surprised. What surprised her was that Ishikawa Hayato was sitting so obediently.

Ishikawa Hayato put down the remote control, stood up, and walked towards them, speaking calmly to Hitori.

"Well Hitori, I'll leave it to you to take care of everyone here."

"Ah, um." Hitori nodded.

Seeing his calm demeanor, the three men began to secretly become wary.

Nijika even gave a direct reminder.

"Don't do anything too strange."

"Rest assured."

Ishikawa Hayato quickly recovered and smiled.

He went to the washroom, quickly threw his clothes into the washing machine, and then went into the bathroom.

He finished washing in less than two or three minutes and went back into the bath to soak in the hot water to get rid of the chill.

But after a short while, he sighed.

"It smells so good..."

When Ishikawa Hayato came out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, the others were still wary and dared not move because of Ishikawa Hayato's inexplicable reaction.

When he came into their sight, Nijika blinked in disbelief.

"So fast!"

"That's the speed of a man."

Ishikawa Hayato said confidently as he walked towards the refrigerator. He casually tossed a towel over his shoulder, stretched out his arm, opened the cabinet with one hand, and took out a cup.

With his other hand, he opened the refrigerator, took out a large bottle of milk, and prepared to pour it into a glass.

But Hitori he walked toward the refrigerator, Ichiri got up from the sofa and walked toward him.

"Um, Falcon, let me do it."

She said weakly.

The three people on the sofa were startled. What kind of life did they usually lead? Did they expect Ishikawa Hayato to give Hitori even when pouring a glass of milk?

"Hey... it's nothing, just a glass of milk."

Ishikawa Hayato smiled and waved his hand.

"Um..."

Hitori didn't insist, but quietly walked to the condiment section in the kitchen and picked up a jar.

The three of them were taken aback when they saw Hitori holding the jar tightly with a stubborn expression.

Then, when I saw Ishikawa Hayato finish pouring the milk and walk towards Hitori, his back looked inexplicably dejected.

Ishikawa Hayato walked up to Hitori's face, tearfully handed her the milk, and Hitori opened the jar, scooped out a spoonful of sugar, and poured it into the milk.

After finishing, she looked up at the aggrieved Ishikawa Hayato, and hesitated for a moment before scooping up another half spoonful of sugar.

This guitarist, who was at least a professional-level player, trembled stiffly a few times before pouring in the sugar, leaving less than a quarter of the spoonful.

After adjusting the amount of sugar Ishikawa Hayato could consume, she took the milk and heated it up for him.

When Ishikawa Hayato walked over to the sofa, he saw Nijika and Kita's faces, which were trying hard to stay composed, and Ryo's face, which looked like he hadn't expected that Hitori.

"Laugh if you want to."

Ishikawa Hayato sighed.

Not long after they started living together, Hitori noticed his sugar intake and learned that he had no right to enter the kitchen at home, so I argued with him again.

This time, she was so worried about his health that she almost cried, and Ishikawa Hayato had no choice but to let her be.

He treated it as if he were still at home, and couldn't do whatever he wanted.

"No, no, why would I laugh?" Nijika shook her head, unable to stop laughing.

"Um."

Kita covered his mouth and nodded in agreement with Nijika's words.

Liang wasn't as polite as the other two, she said mockingly.

"Falcon is truly a legendary boyfriend."

Ishikawa Hayato sighed again.

Meanwhile, Hitori finished heating the milk and stirred the sugar until it was evenly mixed before bringing it over.

Liang turned to her again and said with a smile.

"Bocchi, well done."

Kita and Nijika also looked at her with expressions of admiration and encouragement.

"Gotou-san, Goto-kun!"

Kita encouraged Ichiri, then glanced at Ishikawa Hayato's even more pitiful expression, secretly chuckling to himself.

When Nijika learned that Hitori could keep Ishikawa Hayato in check, the smile on her face never stopped.

The thought that the most unruly person in the team would finally be disciplined made her feel like she could have a wonderful dream tonight.

Receiving unanimous praise from her friends, Hitori, as always, wore a smug expression. However, this time, she quickly came back to her senses after scratching her head and smiling.

She glanced at Ishikawa Hayato with concern, placed the milk on the table in front of him, and after a moment's thought, gave a very faint smile.

"It's only because Hayabusa is willing to stay with me like this that he lets me control his candy consumption..."

As she spoke, she sat down next to Ishikawa Hayato, and the distance between them when they sat down was no different from that of a married couple.

Her long pink hair swayed gently as she sat down, her hands resting on her knees.

Although her mannerisms remained the same as before, when she sat next to Ishikawa Hayato, she sat up straight, her gaze level with her friend's.

Her overly long bangs were trimmed slightly, revealing clear and gentle eyes, and a slight smile on her lips.

With just a few subtle changes and her straightforward expression of her thoughts, even though Hitori was still wearing sportswear, she seemed like a completely different person in the eyes of the others, radiating boundless brilliance.

For a moment, the three who were initially laughing at Ishikawa Hayato being suppressed by Hitori were suddenly overwhelmed by Hitori's overwhelmingly virtuous and gentle wife-like aura, and each of them suffered varying degrees of AOE damage.

"Wow... what kind of energy is this!" Nijika exclaimed exaggeratedly, covering her eyes.

"Gotou-san has actually gone this far?"

Kita collapsed onto the sofa, completely stunned.

Liang collapsed onto the sofa like an insect sprayed with pesticide.

Now it was Ishikawa Hayato's turn to be smug. He mimicked Ryo's earlier words and said to Hitori, extending his palm.

"Hitori, well done, let's take a picture."

"Eh..."

Hitori the panicked expressions on her poor friends' faces, Yili seemed to have returned to her original state for a moment.

But after glancing at them, she happily clapped hands with Ishikawa Hayato.

157. Inside the house

After their little stunt, the group started chatting and laughing again, but Ishikawa Hayato only chimed in for a few minutes before stopping.

Of course, he wasn't ostracized; rather, if it was just normal chatting and he wasn't flirting with them, he was the center of attention in the group.

Ishikawa Hayato only calmed down to feel what he had been longing for in the past.

Although it was still afternoon, the world was gloomy and overcast on this rainy day, casting a deep shadow over everything in the house, and even the bright places felt terribly cold.

If it were just one person, they might feel more comfortable turning on the light, but since they were all here, they didn't feel it was dark at all, and they weren't even aware of the coldness.

The continuous heavy rain pattered against the windowsill and glass, creating a dense yet faint sound.