I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

"Dropping out? Are you serious? Don't! You should think about it again!"

Anchor thumped the table vigorously, speaking in a distressed tone, his expression and posture were like that of a warm-hearted uncle from relatives, and warm-hearted until May felt that he was a little strange.She couldn't help but look at the anchor a few more times.

Hmm... Leaving aside the attitude of being too much like a relative's uncle, just looking at the appearance, it seems that there is no difference from before.In addition to being dressed like an uncle.

"Isn't Qingyuan a particularly difficult school! Don't you think it's a pity to drop out of school like this?"

As a high-quality high school directly connected with high-quality universities and as the academic starting point for cultivating future heroes, the "difficult exam" of Qingyuan High School is no longer just a question of whether the score line is high or not. Physical fitness, development potential, etc. are all entrance assessments. index.

Thinking of the difficulty of entering Qingyuan in May, Mao's persuasion became more persuasive, and he was so anxious that he slammed the table.The soda water overflowed from the can and almost fell on the table, but fortunately, Wuyue reacted in time and quickly pulled out a paper towel and put it under the can.

"Mr. Yiyong, don't you want to drink?" May asked suspiciously.

She always felt that Yoshiyuki was extraordinarily reserved, not his usual appearance at all.Although it is usually very silent, it will not be like today.

...Could it be that Giyuu-san doesn't like his own home?Thinking of this, Wuyue became inexplicably uneasy.

The anchor on the side didn't notice that Wu Yuexin was not here, and continued to nag bitterly: "So, dropping out of Qingyuan is really an impulsive decision. To be honest, I still suggest you... Hey, hey, are you serious? Listen to me, brat?"

It wasn't until she was given the new title of "stinky kid" by the anchor that Wu Yue finally came to her senses.She looked at the anchor, nodded earnestly, and said in a rather sincere tone, "I'm listening."

"Liar! You have been looking at this stinky boy just now, and you haven't stopped for a second!" Anchor looked angrily, as if he was accusing Wuyue's sins, and shouted loudly, "I am here Discussing a very important matter with you, don’t be distracted, can you! Besides, why are you so anxious now, don’t you have less chances to see this brat in the future? In the future, you two…”

Having said this, the anchor suddenly stuck.He laughed awkwardly a few times.

Terrible, the mouth was too fast, and almost poured out all the future things.

Fortunately, he reacted fairly quickly and stopped the car in the most critical place in time.Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing to the extreme.

Fortunately, neither of the two parties seemed to have noticed his inexplicable words.

"You don't need to persuade me, I've already made up my mind to drop out of school." Wuyue turned her head away and said stubbornly, "It's just an accident to return to Heisei this time, and I will stay in Taisho forever in the future. In this case, continue to keep Qingyuan School status is also meaningless. Although quitting school did not live up to the kindness that Principal Nepei had favored me back then, but...but it is much better than disappearing without saying a word and making everyone worry about me."

And she doesn't want to leave any nostalgia related to Heisei for herself.

Now that she has said it so clearly, the anchor has no room to refute.He shook his head helplessly, for the time being, he no longer raised the meaning.

"By the way, what did you want to say just now?" After changing the subject, Wuyue looked at the anchor and asked doubtfully, "You said that Mr. Yiyong and I will...?"

"Huh? What?" Anchor panicked for a while, and said quickly, "I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong, right?"

He pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and successfully deceived Wu Yue.She said no more and stood up.

"Do you have anything important to tell me?" She asked the anchor, "If not, I want to go to the pharmacy downstairs to buy something."

As expected, she still cared about Yiyong's injuries.If she doesn't do something else, she will die of guilt.

"It's nothing serious. I'll drink up the soda and get ready to go." The anchor waved at him, "You go."

"Ah."

He dug out the spare key and some money from the drawer, and went out in May.

Ancho held the can in one hand, didn't drink, just dangled the can boringly, staring at the door.Hearing her footsteps disappear at the end of the corridor, he quickly put down the jar and moved closer to Yiyong.

"Hey. This is for you."

Ancho took out a black rope from his pocket and stuffed it into Yiyong's hand.A strange-shaped white jade-like thing was strung on the rope.

Yiyong stared at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was very similar to the black rope that Anchor gave Mayue earlier.

"Oh! It's the same thing!" The anchor's tone sounded a little impatient, "It's the 'escape route' that can escape back to Heisei if it is broken. Keep it well yourself."

"Oh..." Yiyong nodded knowingly, but still felt very strange, "Why did you give this to me?"

"in case."

The anchor dropped this sentence, drank the soda in one gulp, said nothing more, and disappeared in a flash.

Such an answer could not soothe Giyuu's doubts at all.But now that the anchor was gone, he had nowhere to ask, even if he desperately wanted to know the answer.He had no choice but to put away the black rope, and continued to sit obediently by the table, not daring to move or touch, patiently waiting for May to come home.

The second hand on the clock completed ten laps, and footsteps came from outside the door.

"I am back."

Wuyue walked into the room carrying a bag of disinfectant and bandages, and she still had dark blue pajamas between her left arm.

"Because Mr. Yiyong only has one set of clothes, and you can't fit mine, so I bought a set by the way." She took the coat and gestured at Yiyong's body, "Well, it looks like the size is just right. You go first Clean yourself up, and I'll help you bandage the wound later. The bathroom is over there."

She pointed to the dark door on the left, and stuffed the pajamas into Yiyong's arms.

"Oh."

According to what she said, Yi Yong walked into the bathroom obediently.

He was once again surrounded by futuristic technology.All he could see were things he didn't recognize—he almost didn't even recognize himself in the mirror.

He groped around and had a general understanding of the place.He opened the lid of the washing machine and put the pajamas in the drum - because this thing looks like a storage thing!

After putting away the pajamas, Giyuu continued to explore.

After fumbling and experimenting like this, Yiyong managed to master the correct way to use the bathroom by mistake, and took a cold shower smoothly.

Because he didn't know that hot water could come out of the faucet.

It seems that his understanding of the bathroom is not thorough enough.

With his wet long hair loose, Yoshihiro stepped out.He found that the small low table in the living room had been moved aside, and a quilt had been spread in the vacant place beside the bed.

This apartment is really small, just a small rectangular one-bedroom. The so-called living room is actually just a small table in the spare space.So apart from moving the table to make the floor, there is no extra space for Yiyong to sleep.

"I'm sorry, I can only wrong you a bit today." May said regretfully.

If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't have enough cash around her, she actually didn't want to choose such a trick...

Yi Yong shook his head.He didn't think it was a big deal.

It's just that without the low table, he suddenly didn't know where to sit next.

"What are you doing standing up? Come here quickly." Wuyue held the alcohol in one hand and patted the bed with the other, "I'll help you bandage."

"sorry to bother you."

Yi Yong sat down obediently, and lifted his sleeves, revealing the lightning-like wound on his right arm.

The sporadic gashes running from the shoulder corners to the wrists, caused by falling lightning, were no longer bleeding, but still looked horrific.

May was silent.She didn't know what to say, and she didn't dare to say anything, but she felt a soreness in her throat.She made her movements as gentle as possible, for fear of hurting Yiyong.

Wrapping the bandage round and round, Yiyong could feel his arm gradually becoming stiff, and the wound that had just been sprinkled with alcohol still hurt a little.He glanced aimlessly around, trying to distract himself for a while.

"Are you hungry?"

May's usual inquiries popped up again.

Giyuu nodded.He was really hungry.

"Okay. I still have a pack of instant noodles at home. I'll cook them later." She tied a strong bow at the end of the bandage, and suddenly sighed inexplicably, "But there's only one pack. In the refrigerator There seems to be some rice cakes...forget it, throw it away and cook together, we will share it."

"it is good."

Anyway, volunteers don't understand this kind of thing, so it's better not to nag too much, let Wu Yue do it.

Taking advantage of Wuyue's busy time at the stove, Yiyong continued to look at the apartment.In fact, this place is so small that you can see it all at a glance, but Yiyong still can't stop wanting to take a few more glances.

Mainly because everything in this room is so wonderful.

For example, a stove that can start a fire without firewood, or a lamp that emits soft white light.

It's really... amazing.

Giyuu was too surprised to speak, and she was too embarrassed to ask more about these novel things—that's why he was extraordinarily silent today.

He has always maintained such a calm appearance, but it made Wuyue a little nervous, and the hand holding the noodle bowl almost trembled.She trotted a few steps quickly and put the noodle bowl firmly on the table.

The gap visible to the naked eye between the two bowls of noodles made Yi Yong notice something was wrong.The amount of noodles in his bowl is normal, but the amount of noodles in May bowl seems to be a little pitiful.He frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Do you only eat this little? Is it a little bit?"

"Enough is enough." Wuyue covered the bowl with her hands, muttering perfunctorily. "I usually eat a little like this..."

"lie."

Yi Yong looked upright, took the bowl from her hand, and evenly poured his own noodles into her bowl.

"How can this small half bowl be your normal appetite. You usually eat so much..."

"I do not have!"

Blushing, Wu Yue snatched the bowl back.She denied it quickly, but couldn't stop the flush from her cheeks crawling all the way to the base of her neck.

She glared at Giyuu viciously, gnashing her teeth as if she wanted to bite him.

"I didn't eat a lot!" she insisted in self-justification.

"But……"

"Thank you for the noodles, but I didn't eat much—no! No way! Eat the noodles quickly, or the noodles will rise!"

"it is good……"

These few angry roars in Wuyue made Yiyong feel a little downcast.He lowered his head and picked up a piece of rice cake, but suddenly stopped.

But she usually eats a lot.He thought stubbornly in his heart.