<Yotsuba the Diligent Student>

Nakano Yotsuba's little brain couldn't process it at all.

So much so that she didn't even realize that, besides surprise, she was actually feeling a bit uncomfortable.

She watched from outside the door for as long as Fushimi Makoto and Miku Nakano hugged.

It wasn't until Fushimi Makoto said, "The porridge should be ready," that Yotsuba hurriedly and carefully left.

When Fushimi Makoto came out, she tried to act as if nothing had happened, and asked with a surprised face, "So you went to Miku's room? I thought you went out to buy something."

It's hard to hold back.

Nakano Yotsuba's acting was terrible.

At least in Fushimi Makoto's eyes, unless it's acting skills of Ichika's caliber, otherwise, they're full of flaws in front of him.

Therefore, Yotsuba's childish feigned ignorance seemed more like an act of cuteness to him.

Oh no, she actually looks really cute like this.

"Yeah, Miku was bored, so she asked me to come in and chat with her to pass the time." Fushimi Makoto suppressed a laugh.

You're lying, you're just embracing!

Miku is all stuck to you!

Nakano Yotsuba puffed out her cheeks.

Why do I feel a little angry?

"Yotsuba, would you like some porridge? I cooked extra, so even if Ichika and the others come back now, there will be enough."

"Want!"

Angry as I am, I still have to eat.

Especially since it's Fushimi Makoto's cooking, which Nino has praised countless times.

Nakano Yotsuba had no reason to refuse.

She was preoccupied with her own thoughts and didn't notice the momentary look of surprise on Fushimi Makoto's face after he served her a bowl of porridge.

[The Miraculous Glowing Millet Porridge: This food not only instantly regulates the spleen and stomach and improves sleep quality, but also dispels all negative effects.]

[Note: Food that doesn't glow is definitely not a good dish.]

Fushimi Makoto remained silent.

What should I say now?

Wow, a golden legend?

This sentence is quite fitting.

Because Nakano Yotsuba was standing next to him, was stunned.

The adorable girl rubbed her eyes vigorously, muttering, "Is there something wrong with my eyes? Why does the porridge look like it's glowing?"

"That's because I added fluorescent powder to the porridge," Fushimi Makoto said deliberately.

Nakano Yotsuba immediately laughed, "You would never do something like that."

His interruption slightly diverted the girl's attention, but she was still very interested in the glistening, delicious-smelling porridge.

"You probably saw it too, right? This porridge is glowing."

"I already told you I added fluorescent powder."

"I don't believe it!"

Although Nakano Yotsuba had many doubts, she trusted Fushimi Makoto completely. She immediately filled a bowl with porridge, and smelling the strong aroma, she couldn't help but swallow, completely forgetting about the glowing thing.

Fushimi Makoto returned to the house with the bowl, and Miku said the same thing as Yotsuba: "Am I hallucinating from a fever? Why is the porridge in your hand glowing?"

"I added fluorescent powder, or I added special effects. You can choose any reason you like." Fushimi Makoto didn't bother to explain; explaining these things would only make things more complicated.

Miku Nakano looked at her strangely. "If Itsuki knew you treated things like this, she would definitely be angry."

"It's okay, as long as you're not angry."

Why do you say that?

"Because when you're angry you always open and close your mouth and talk about seppuku, it's really terrifying."

"..."

Miku Nakano lowered her head in embarrassment, wanting to take the bowl, but Fushimi Makoto said, "Seppuku is too scary. Let me feed you. That way, you'll accept my favor, and you definitely won't scare me anymore."

Miku Nakano's lips slowly curled up, and she suddenly got off the bed.

Fushimi Makoto instinctively stepped aside. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take a shower," she said shyly.

What to wash?

Fushimi Makoto could even understand, Miku Nakano blushed and gave her answer, "You actually really want to play with my legs, don't you?"

Outside, Yotsuba, who had been secretly observing from the sidelines, was completely stunned when she heard these words.

Isn't he most fond of playing games?

How did it turn into playing with Miku's legs?

No, no, he definitely wouldn't have such a... perverted hobby.

Nakano Yotsuba still chooses to believe Fushimi Makoto.

So when Miku came out, she asked with a serious expression, "Miku Nakano, are you awake?"

A question mark appeared above Miku Nakano's head.

Nakano Yotsuba, of course, wouldn't make things clear, because that would mean she was admitting to spying.

She turned the bowl of porridge around, leaving Miku with her back to avoid the other girl noticing anything wrong with her face.

"That's weird," Miku Nakano muttered to herself as she went to wash her feet.

She washed it very carefully and it got very clean.

And after drying herself off, she even "thoughtfully" put her black stockings back on.

According to her observation, stockings seemed to have a Fushimi Makoto.

That bonus attribute seems pretty high!

This is a conclusion she reached through observation and analysis, ultimately based on Utaha.

A moment later, she returned to the bedroom with light steps.

No sooner had she gone inside than Yotsuba, who had been pretending to be fully enjoying her food, immediately got up and went back to the door.

I'm going to see what's going on today!

Nakano Yotsuba held the bowl of porridge, straining her eyes to see.

She is very studious.

Chapter 330 <Yotsuba Clover's Diligence>

With Fushimi Makoto feeding her, Miku Nakano finished her porridge with a satisfied look on her face.

"Want more?"

"That's enough... Huh?"

As soon as Miku Nakano finished speaking, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

Fushimi Makoto knew perfectly well what was going on, but asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems like my physical condition has recovered?"

Miku Nakano was a little uncertain, but as she concentrated, her voice was filled with surprise. "It seems like I've really recovered. I felt a little dizzy just now, but now I feel so relaxed."

"This shows that glowing food is the best," Fushimi Makoto said, feigning a joke.

His porridge had a magical effect; after just one bowl, Miku Nakano's cold was cured instantly.

"You're saying weird things again." Miku Nakano was radiant at the moment. Because she had recovered so well, she didn't even think about why the bowl of porridge had been glowing.

"Although you say you've recovered, I still suggest you rest a bit; it might help you recover even faster." Fushimi Makoto put the bowl aside.

"Um."

Miku Nakano responded softly, but instead of lying down, she stared intently at Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto cooperated by opening his arms.

Miku Nakano lowered her head shyly and threw herself into his arms once again.

This time, the girl was clearly not as well-behaved as before. Her slender arms wrapped around Fushimi Makoto's waist, and her slightly flushed, beautiful face rested against his chest.

Hiding by the door, Nakano Yotsuba saw this scene again, and she froze on the spot, forgetting to eat for a moment.

"Makoto," Miku Nakano called out.

"What's wrong?"

Fushimi Makoto was quietly sensing Yotsuba's mental state when he heard Miku suddenly call him so gently. He looked down and saw that the girl's eyes were full of watery ripples, circle after circle, mixed with a familiar restless emotion.

"I just showered." Her voice was a little softer because she was shy.

"No rush, no rush, let's chat first."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Miku Nakano asked with a look of suspicion.

"Are you in a hurry?" Fushimi Makoto retorted.

Miku Nakano was speechless.

That's right.

She definitely has her own ideas.

Moreover, what she was in a hurry about wasn't just Fushimi Makoto play with her legs.

She was too embarrassed to say it out loud for the time being.

Fushimi Makoto still devoted some of his energy to sensing Yotsuba outside the door.

He discovered that, aside from being surprised, Yotsuba was actually able to maintain an extremely high level of concentration.

It was as if they were determined to observe carefully.

Etc.

Could she have used her studiousness for this?

Fushimi Makoto controlled his eyes, trying his best not to look outside, lest he scare Yotsuba away.

"Ichika will be back early tonight," Miku Nakano said, sounding completely out of the blue.

Fushimi Makoto guessed what she meant, but still asked, "Did she tell you beforehand?"

"Yes, she said she's been in great shape lately and hasn't encountered any problems during filming, so she can wrap up early today. She also told us to save our appetites for a big dinner tonight..."

Miku Nakano told everyone she knew.

Fushimi Makoto listened attentively, and after she finished speaking, he specifically asked, "What delicious food is she planning to treat you to? Is there any for me?"

Is this the important point?

Miku Nakano puffed out her cheeks.

I specifically told you so much information about Ichika, just so you...

Urgent.

It's urgent.

Miku Nakano simply stopped talking, puffed out her cheeks, and Fushimi Makoto without blinking.

"Why aren't you answering my question?" Fushimi Makoto said, but his right hand quietly fell and grabbed the girl's small, black-stockinged foot.

Miku Nakano's expression froze, her face softened instantly, and her eyes began to tremble slightly. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"What are you doing on purpose?" Fushimi Makoto played with that delicate little foot.

Miku Nakano's breathing quickened slightly; that familiar yet stimulating feeling returned.