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Ryoma said, "Calm down."

Kirihara wiped the sweat off his forehead, he couldn't tell whether it was from the sun or from being frightened.

"You don't seem to know the seriousness of the matter." He swallowed, as if he had seen Minister Yukimura's smile as he entered the cold winter, his shoulders trembled slightly.

"It's nothing serious," Ryoma said, raising his chin, "I got lost on a desert island a week ago, did I get scared?"

"Why are you still so proud to say it?!"

"Besides, this is not a deserted island. Everything is traceable." Ryoma moved the basket at his feet to the side, picked up a branch, and made gestures on the sand.

Kirihara poked his head in doubt: "What are you drawing, a map? No, do you really remember?"

"Analyze first." Longma sat down cross-legged, and tapped the intersecting lines in front with a branch, "Our misunderstanding is that if you walk along the river, you won't lose your way."

"That's true. After all, the trees in the forest on the mountain are all about the same size." Kirihara held his chin, thought about it seriously, and suddenly became alert, "So what's wrong with the river? Could it still be in the river? Did it suddenly change course in just a few hours? Hey, this is not at the seaside, the tide will ebb and flow..."

Ryoma deepened the first line with a branch.

"Assume this is the place we were fishing just now, at this point." She drew a circle on the left end of the line, then swiped to the right end, and clicked the position below, "From west to east, we are on the south bank, the sun from Take photos from the southeast."

"Well, that's right." Kirihara could still understand this, and nodded.

"Then we walked into the woods. At first we continued to walk east, but then what? To pick wild vegetables..." Ryoma continued to draw lines, turned a corner unconsciously, walked south, and then stopped.

At the end of the line segment, a vertical line is added: "This is the river we see now, we think its flow direction is still from west to east, but what if it flows down from another mountain? "

If it is actually a river running from east to west, and they walk all the way west, the sun will still shine from what they think is "east".

"But actually, it's pretty easy to see where the problem is."

Ryoma raised his arm, stretched out the branch and pointed to the opposite mountain, narrowing his eyes slightly against the sun: "The sun is in that position now. If we are not wrong, this is the northeast, and we are in the northern hemisphere, this is absolutely impossible appeared."

"..."

Kirihara opened his mouth.

"It's that simple," Ryoma got up again, and patted the fine sand and stones on his trouser legs, "We just need to go back."

When she raised her head, Kirihara Chiya was staring at the lines on the ground in confusion, looking left and right.

"Uh, wait?"

The dragon and the horse drew back and forth, showing the direction of the sun and the direction of the river. The patterns on the ground are no longer readable.Kirihara opened his eyes wide, still confused.

"Don't understand?" She looked at him suspiciously, "Obviously I have explained it very clearly. Isn't this the geography knowledge in middle school?"

Kirihara coughed guiltyly: "When I was in geography class, I was always dizzy in various directions, wait for me to take a look... just a moment!"

"Hello."

……

It's really hard to define how long this "once" is.

Before Kirihara figured out what route they had gone through, Yukimura and Tokugawa had already found them.

Ryoma was bored with propping up a branch and kicking stones by the river, wondering if he should play in the water, but when he turned his head, he saw a figure emerging from the woods. Index pointed to himself with a faint smile.

Ah, this familiar feeling...

Out of the intuition of a small animal, she closed her mouth, lowered her head, and looked calmly at the kelp-headed boy who was still squatting on the ground and thinking hard from the corner of his eye.

"This is the east side, and then..." Kirihara drew with stones, muttering, suddenly the back of the head was patted lightly, and then a gentle and soft voice came from beside him: "Chiya?"

"Ahhhh-"

……

The screams came from afar, Tezuka was accepting the last grass carp, raised his head, and at the same time, he and Irijiang looked at a flock of frightened birds flying in the distance.

"Looks like I found it." Irie was sorting out the fishing net and smiled slightly.

"Senior doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all." Tezuka turned around and looked at him deeply.

"Isn't Tezuka-kun too?" Kanata Irie said briskly.

"She's not someone who likes to wander around." The head of Qingxue replied methodically.

"Well, I think so too. We need to give children more freedom and trust." Having said that, Irie blinked narrowly, "However, it seems that the kid from Lihai University Middle School is reassuring No more. But after leaving for two hours, Yukimura-kun began to worry that he might be snatched away by wild beasts."

"It's not impossible around here..." Tezuka pushed his glasses, "But it usually doesn't happen during the day."

"It's messy to care about. Wait another hour, and I can't help but look for someone." Irie shrugged, "But I'm a little curious, Yukimura-kun seems to know Ryoma very well? Didn't it mean that he didn't participate in the hospital before? Competition, but it seems that they are quite familiar..."

Tezuka was startled and shook his head: "I don't know."

The two looked at each other, Irie Koudo restrained his smile, and frowned slightly: "Should I not interfere with Ryoma's friendship?"

"You seem to be worried about something." Tezuka said lightly.

"Maybe, I might be too nervous..." Irie shook his head, sighed, and rubbed his temples, "Let me think, think again."

He didn't explain why he was nervous.Tezuka didn't ask either, because he knew where the other party came from.

Ryoma said that the gashapon brother who has not signed a contract does not really exist in this world.

If one day they will be abandoned, what are the days they have spent together?

It was too cruel.

Tezuka thought, Ryoma just didn't dare to face up to this problem.

Kirihara followed Yukimura dejectedly, holding a basket of snails.Ryoma carried a pile of wild vegetables and walked beside Tokugawa, separated by two people, and they had no chance to communicate.

When I got back to Diaoyutai, the grill had already been set up, and the charcoal fire was piled underneath. Irijiang Zenduo was processing the fish scales, cutting open the fish maw, dissecting the internal organs, and washing them along the stream.

Ryoma had already smelled the aroma of barbecue sauce, swallowed, hurried to the river, and put down the basket.

"Thank you." Irie raised his head and smiled at her, "If you're tired, just leave the dishes here and I'll wash them."

Just as Kirihara was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Yukimura gave him a silent glance, and suddenly he was shocked, and rushed forward: "Senior, that, let me do it! I'm fine with washing vegetables!"

With the help of Tokugawa Kazuya, Yukimura raised the fire smoothly, put the cleaned and cut fish on bamboo sticks, spread them one by one on the grill net, and brushed them with barbecue oil.

Seeing that the seniors had a clear division of labor and operated skillfully, Kirihara and Ryoma came back from the river with the washed wild vegetables in their arms, and looked at each other, feeling very disturbed in conscience.

"I thought girls were good at cooking." He said hesitantly.

Ryoma turned his head expressionlessly: "I never heard of such a strict requirement when I was in the United States."

"Uh, is it different abroad?" Kirihara was full of curiosity.

"My mother is very busy at work, so I don't have time to study cooking at home. We all eat what we have." Longma said, "My father doesn't know anything. If he insists on doing it, he always messes up the kitchen. In Before he asks me to do something, I have to learn it myself, right?"

Kirihara nodded in conviction: "That's the truth."

She coughed dryly: "I will definitely learn it in the future."

But Kirihara seemed to have been reminded of something, and corrected solemnly: "That's not necessarily true, it doesn't matter if you find a boyfriend who can cook."

"..."

"……sorry!"

When he was called to eat grilled fish, Ryoma was still in deep thought, watching Tokugawa handing him a bunch of golden-grilled fish fillets, he came back to his senses: "Thank you."

Tokugawa raised his chin to indicate Yukimura's direction: "He's good at grilling."

Smelling the aroma of grilled fish, Ryoma was about to open his mouth, but suddenly remembered what Kirihara said, and his arms froze immediately.

"The seasoning...who served it?"

"Me." Tokugawa said responsibly, with a serious face.

That's good.She breathed a sigh of relief and bit down on it with confidence. It was as sweet and crisp as it looked on the outside.The surface is a mixture of bees and soy sauce, combined with the fresh and tender taste of crucian carp meat, it makes people sink quickly.

Having received unanimous praise from everyone, Yukimura just smiled modestly, tidied up the tags in his hand, and said calmly: "You must do well what you like, this is my habit."

Only such a person can become the minister of Lihai University.

Kirihara served the boiled snails graciously as a tribute: "Minister Yukimura, try this!"

"Well, thank you, I put your share on the plate, go get it yourself."

"Thank you, Minister!" Kirihara sniffed and rushed over.

After a while, Ryoma saw him sitting on the stone beside him, weeping silently, sniffing while eating.

It looked very painful and struggling.

"Are you so moved?"

"No, it's...it's because of the spiciness!" Kirihara's eyes were red, and Ryoma recalled the shadow of the match with him, and retreated to the side vaguely.

"But it's delicious, right?"

"Woooooooo..."

Kirihara burst into tears.

What else can I do?His own minister, how dare he say anything?

Tezuka took a look, then retracted his gaze: "You are too strict with them."

"It was his fault to take the girl casually in the deep mountains." Yukimura said as a matter of course, with a warm smile like a spring breeze, "As a minister, I just hope he can remember it more deeply."

Tezuka was noncommittal: "Speaking of which, I also have some responsibility."

"No, if Chiya is the same as that girl, I should be more at ease." Yukimura smiled.

Tezuka sensed something extra in his tone.

The title "little girl" is really...