An Unexpected Visitor

"How can this be called causing trouble? This is an expression of liking something; it's something you can't help."

With a smug smile on his face, Aoyama not only didn't let go but hugged her even tighter. He even went so far as to tilt the cute girl's head to the side, taking as much sweetness as he could from her increasingly helpless expression.

The gentle murmur of the running water from the tap was punctuated by occasional smacking sounds.

After they officially became a couple, Horikita would complain like Kamuro, but she never refused his requests.

Her adorable coy refusal only fueled Aoyama's desire to tease Horikita, making her reveal an even more shy and charmingly cute side.

"Knock knock knock--"

Just as Aoyama was recklessly doing his thing with his hands inside his apron, an untimely knock sounded at the entrance.

As if waking from a dream, Horikita, her ears flushed red, hurriedly tried to drive Aoyama's nephew out of her territory, only to find her tools for doing so tightly entangled.

"Horikita, are you there?"

Only when Ibuki's questioning voice came from the entrance again did Aoyama finally let go of the embarrassed and angry Horikita, and ran to open the door as if fleeing.

If he lingered for even one more second, he'd probably get a little punch from Horikita's personality-correcting little fists.

"What do you need Suzune for?"

After opening the door, Aoyama looked at Ibuki, who seemed a little impatient.

He was Ibuki might want to see Horikita for. They had already sparred today, and aside from wanting to fight Horikita, he hadn't thought Ibuki would need to see Horikita for anything.

"I'm here to see you. It's almost the end of the month and I'm broke for food."

"It's normal to ask your mentor for a free meal, right?"

As she spoke, Ibuki turned her head away somewhat embarrassedly.

This was her first time asking Aoyama for a meal, so she was a little reserved.

"I figured your class has over a thousand Class Points, and even after deducting class fees, you still have tens of thousands of individual points." This was the first time Aoyama had ever seen someone so poor they didn't have enough individual points to eat.

Apart from Second-Year Class D, he didn't think any other class in the second year could afford a meal for hundreds of people.

"It's almost the end of the month," Ibuki, even more embarrassed.

She's been living this way for over a year: spending lavishly at the beginning of the month, tolerating it a bit in the middle, and starving by the end.

There will never be any extra points left over each month.

Come in.

He placed his hand on Ibuki's head and gave it a firm rub as punishment, Aoyama turned and walked back to his room.

After pursing her lips and fixing her hair, Ibuki followed her in.

Soon, she smelled the rich aroma of meat, and her appetite was whetted. She no longer regretted coming.

"Is it beef stew with potatoes?"

"Yes, your nose is quite sensitive."

"I'll go in and help."

Hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, Ibuki knew that things were still going on inside.

As an uninvited guest who wasn't paying for the meal, she felt too embarrassed to sit and wait to be fed.

"Horikita, why is your face so red?"

Upon entering the kitchen, the first thing Ibuki saw was Horikita, whose face was flushed as if he were forcibly trying to look serious.

She was somewhat surprised to see Horikita like this for the first time.

"Hot."

Horikita glared at Aoyama, who was leaning against the kitchen doorway, and coldly answered Ibuki.

"Hot? The temperature isn't high." Ibuki a little puzzled; she didn't feel any increase in temperature when she entered the kitchen.

Just like the room outside, the temperature is rather low; you'll feel cold without a coat.

"Eating here?"

Ignoring Ibuki's question, Horikita directly posed a question to dispel any possibility of her pursuing it further.

"Right."

How many bowls would you like?

"Two bowls, please. I've had a lot of exercise today."

"Then you can wash the rice."

Horikita added enough rice to the rice cooker's inner pot and handed it to Ibuki.

"And what about me? What should I do?" Aoyama smiled as he watched the two of them cooking together.

"Shiki, you should just go and die."

Horikita paused in his chopping, then offered a merciless sarcastic remark.

This bastard loves to bully her; he's even worse than before she became his girlfriend.

"Understood. I'll go back to my room to take a shower now and die clean." Thinking that there were still about twenty minutes before the rice was cooked, Aoyama also planned to go back and take a shower.

Don't make me wait.

"Yes, sir."

With a smile and a nod, Aoyama left Horikita's room and took a good shower.

When he returned to Horikita Dormitory, Ibuki was just bringing out a steaming hot meal from the kitchen, which looked and smelled delicious.

"Mmm--Delicious!"

After the three of them sat down to eat, Ibuki, having just eaten a piece of beef, began to happily shovel rice into her mouth with her eyes shining.

The way they wolfed down their food was rather adorable.

Seeing how happily they were eating, Aoyama and Horikita laughed along with them.

What's so funny?

Ibuki glanced at Horikita and Aoyama, who were smiling at each other, with a puzzled look, and continued to pick up food from the table and put it into her mouth.

The delicious, melt-in-your-mouth beef immediately dispelled her doubts.

How does Aoyama make it so delicious? It's even better than what you get in high-end restaurants. Is it a Naoko recipe?

Having eaten her fill and feeling quite satisfied, Ibuki began to think about how she could continue to mooch meals from Aoyama the next day.

She loves good food, so naturally she spends her money in various shops in the Keyaki Mall, and tries out high-end restaurants once or twice a month.

But in terms of taste, Aoyama's dishes are the best. Although Horikita's dishes on the table are also good, Aoyama's are still the best.

Is there a way to get this once and for all, so I can eat it regularly?

Ibuki fell into thought, but was quickly interrupted by Aoyama's words.

"Are you full?"

"Yes, this is the best food I've ever had at school." Ibuki nodded emphatically, and this was a genuine statement.

"Very well, I won't trouble you with the dishes. You can go back now."

After feeding his second disciple, who had no money for food, Aoyama planned to give his eldest disciple a crash course in bedroom skills tonight.

As for the duration, we'll make up for it as much as possible.

Chapter 380 The Unexpected Visitor

"The Chairman wants to see me?"

On the first day of December, Aoyama was stopped by his homeroom teacher Mashima, after school and told to go to the Chairman's Office.

Mashima nodded calmly. "Yes, no specific reason was given."

"Okay, I understand, I'll go."

Without thinking too much about why Sakayanagi Narimori to see him, Aoyama asked Sakayanagi if he wanted to go together, and after receiving a negative answer, he set off alone.

After leaving the teaching building, he spotted a familiar figure with swaying pigtails not far ahead on the road.

Amasawa Ichika, who is usually always confident and proud, seemed somewhat dejected and hung his head for some reason.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy." Aoyama walked quickly closer and patted her head, asking with concern.

"Senior!"

Upon seeing the Aoyama, Amasawa Ichika exclaimed with some surprise.

She is very troubled right now, not knowing how to face the fact that she has not seen her father for more than ten years and is suddenly asked to see him.

If they clearly don't care at all, why do they want to see me?

What will this so-called father say and do after seeing me? How should I respond?

Will my own mother be there too?

There were so many worries lingering in Amasawa Ichika's heart that he felt somewhat at a loss for words.

After gathering her thoughts, she began to tell Aoyama about how her biological father was waiting for her in the Chairman's Office.

"By the way, senior, why didn't you go to the Student Council?"

Only after saying that did Amasawa Ichika belatedly realize that Aoyama shouldn't be here at this time, so he accompanied her to the Chairman's Office.

"Because the Chairman also called me to his office, but he didn't call his own precious daughter." While thinking, Aoyama continued to gently stroke Amasawa Ichika's little head.

The reason the father and daughter called him along when they met was naturally related to him.

It's definitely related to Ayanokoji Atsuomi; I suspect he's up to no good.

He had never visited Amasawa Ichika since she was born. It's highly unlikely that Amasawa Ichika's father only came to see her on a whim, when he suddenly remembered his beloved daughter.

It's highly likely that Ayanokoji Atsuomi informed Amasawa Ichika's father that his daughter was being bullied by him or something similar.

"I guess your father has come to confront me, the criminal who kidnapped his lovely daughter."

"What should we do then?"

Amasawa Ichika panicked a little and stopped worrying about how to face her father, whom she had never met.

If you have to choose between your father and Aoyama, then Aoyama is definitely more important. As for what that scumbag father thinks, let him think what he wants.

"We'll meet force with force, and we'll deal with water with earth. We'll take it one step at a time." Aoyama took Amasawa Ichika's hand. "No matter what, I will never let you leave my side."

"You can't even leave if you want to."

To avoid causing Amasawa Ichika unnecessary worry, he also stated frankly that no matter what Amasawa Ichika's father thought, he could not take Amasawa Ichika away from him.

If anyone dares to reach out and snatch it, break their outstretched hand.

"That's really domineering, senior."

A sense of relief washed over Amasawa Ichika, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"However, I like this kind of domineering senior. As for my father, whom I've never met, I don't care what he does to me."

Knowing her father's purpose in coming, she no longer had any expectations of so-called family ties.

Right now, all she needs is a senior from her senior class.

"I also like Ichika's smile like that."

With a gentle smile, Aoyama led Amasawa Ichika by the hand to the Chairman's Office. After knocking and receiving a response, they entered calmly.

On the sofa next to the familiar coffee table, besides Sakayanagi Narimori, who exudes a gentle atmosphere, sat a middle-aged man with brightly colored hair, legs crossed, whose aura was somewhat similar to that of Ryuen.

Earrings, sandals, and trendy, somewhat flamboyant clothing.

Prodigal son.

A precise description of Aoyama 'Amasawa Ichika father quickly came to mind.

"Oh, such an openly appraising look, young man, you're quite interesting."

Without greeting his nervous-looking daughter, the middle-aged man with deep red hair looked at Aoyama and laughed dismissively.

After Aoyama brought Amasawa Ichika in, his gaze only lingered on Amasawa Ichika for a moment.

Realizing this fact, Amasawa Ichika completely gave up hope and no longer held even the slightest expectation for his father.