Qingfeng slept soundly. Even though someone had been dumped onto his bed, it did nothing to affect the quality of his sleep.
Thinking too much was exhausting. Obito had said there was no danger, so Qingfeng could only put her out of his mind for now. There was nothing he could do at present. Once he became strong enough, every problem would resolve itself.
But what was this guilt in his heart? After all, Uzumaki Sanryo had gone missing entirely because Qingfeng had brought her back to his place. He could hardly escape blame.
He slowly made his way downstairs, only to find three people and a dog already playing below.
Qingfeng could not help wondering whether these guys had done something to him while he was asleep. With these little brats, anything was possible.
Still, he was a little touched. A few friends cared enough to come check on him first thing in the morning. They knew he lived alone, and after such a huge upheaval yesterday, they had come to see whether Qingfeng was still here and whether something had happened to him.
Inuzuka Hana, Mitarashi Anko, and Uzuki Yugao... It seemed he had been accepted as a friend. Hana was fine, but every time Anko and Yugao saw Qingfeng, they found some way to mess with him.
Having friends like them was simply rotten luck. And they really did what they said—if they said they would smash your windows, they would not tear down your door. Though when Qingfeng had repaired the glass, his front door still had not escaped their clutches.
Since they knew how to admit their mistakes and change, Qingfeng could not be bothered to hold it against them. After all, it would be rude to throw guests who had come to his door