I saved the world after jumping backwards

After saying goodbye to Mr. Oda, Yuki returned home.

Snow stepped on the stairs, recalling everything that happened today, when thinking of himself who suddenly cried in front of Mr. Oda, his face suddenly turned red.

Xue covered her hot cheeks with both hands, and sighed softly: "It's too embarrassing..."

Although she already knew it, Yuki was really happy when Oda-san asked him that, because he really wanted to live with her, that's why he asked.

After reaching the floor, the teenager took out the key under the carpet, and then opened the door of the apartment.

"I am back."

Unlike the usual darkness, the room was lit with lights, and the warm light dispelled the cold, and also illuminated the black-haired young man sitting in front of the computer to look a little healthier.

The young man's black hair was smooth but dull, making his expressionless face even more sickly. His red eyes that were staring at the computer screen lit up because he heard the young man's voice. He turned his head towards the computer screen. Snow that changes house clothes.

"Snow Bu." He called out.

He stared blankly at the silver-haired boy's undefended appearance when he changed his clothes. The waist and wrists exposed by stretching his body, and the exposed toes and ankles after taking off his socks were all unreasonably white.

It looks like it's about to break.

After getting tired of watching, he opened and closed his lips slightly, and said weakly: "Does the work take so long? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mr. Fyodor?" Seeing that he was in a state of distress, Xue took off his coat and approached him so that the other person's head could rest on his body, and then reached out and touched his forehead familiarly, as if he had done it before. This action is the same many times.

"Are you feeling sick again? Your body temperature is so low."

Fyodor seemed to be frightened by the other party's intimate gesture, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the silver-haired boy in disbelief.

He could clearly see that Xue frowned slightly, and her obsidian eyes were filled with an emotion called worry.

"...I haven't eaten since noon." Fyodor's expression changed, he lowered his eyes, and dumped part of his body weight on the snow.

This time, Xue was at a loss. Although the other party was her "ex-boyfriend" who was unilaterally broken up by her, she, who had lost her memory, had already forgotten this past event.On the night when he learned of this incident, Xue couldn't sleep all night. He thought about how to act in the future and how to deal with the relationship with Fyodor.

In the end, he decided to get enough air tickets home for his penniless "ex-boyfriend", and deal with their relationship after his memory recovered.

During this period, he had to do his best to take good care of him.

"Is it because the dishes here are not to your liking?" Xue asked, noticing that the breakfast plates had been cleared away, so he asked again: "Where are the dishes I made? Can I eat them?"

The young man nodded.

Xue lightly patted Fyodor on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Great, then I'll do something simple."

As he said that, he had already taken action. The silver-haired boy expertly tied his hair into a ponytail as he walked to the kitchen, picked up the white apron hanging behind the door, put it on, and tied a bowknot behind it.

Fyodor followed him to the door after he arrived at the kitchen. The tall and thin black-haired young man leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed as if he was scrutinizing and calculating something, but the young man's inorganic red eyes just stared at that Start busy boy.

Every move, every frown and smile.

He opened and closed his lips, silently chanting:

Sariel.

Fyodor didn't think looking at Sariel like this was a boring thing, maybe it was because his former rival was busying himself up and down for him, and the sense of satisfaction in his heart suddenly exploded like fireworks. He watched with relish until he heard a voice: "It's done."

Xue put the food on a plate, and when she saw the figure of the young man waiting at the door of the kitchen, she showed a joyful and somewhat shy smile, "Have you been waiting for a long time? I didn't have enough ingredients at home, so I made omelet rice. I don't know if it suits you." taste."

As he spoke, he held the dinner plate in one hand, took a bottle of oolong tea from the refrigerator with the other, brought Fyodor to the dining table, and placed the spoon, water glass, and dinner plate on the tablecloth. Pour tea into cup.

Processed leftovers, tea with additives.

Fyodor found mistakes in every step of the other party, but maybe it was because the other party had an expectant expression written all over his face, or maybe it was the hypoglycemia caused by not eating for a whole day, which made his thinking Disconnected for a while.

Fyodor's pale but slender fingers picked up the silver spoon, and slowly extended it towards the golden layer of egg skin. As long as he exerted a little force, the egg coating would be cut open, revealing the ketchup and hot sauce wrapped inside. of rice.

Xue's gaze became almost substantive, and he clenched his hands into fists, looking extremely nervous.

The silver spoon landed on the egg coat, but suddenly moved away maliciously.

"Snowbu." Fyodor shook the spoon and said in confusion, "...this omelet rice is different from the usual ones."

He pointed at the egg coat with a spoon, and said seriously: "There are no words on it, and there are no LOVE and heart shapes on it."

"Ah, I forgot, but I remember the ketchup in the refrigerator, eh?!" Snow remembered that her "ex-boyfriend" was not Japanese, and explained in a panic: "But that, that is a maid cafe I only have it, because I can ask the clerk and maid to write whatever I want..."

The black-haired young man looked very disappointed. He lowered his head, and his slightly longer black hair covered his emotionless eyes. In Xue's eyes, he became like a dog, revealing a sense of grievance and grievance. And poor feeling.

"...I see." Snow could only compromise, and after taking out the tomato sauce from the refrigerator, he wrote LOVE on it, and drew a small heart shape beside it. He said helplessly, "I finished writing, but You have to eat up, Mr. Fyodor."

The black-haired young man nodded obediently, and only then began to eat contentedly.

Tastier than expected.

The soft egg skin blended perfectly with the fried rice with tomato and hot sauce, his empty stomach wriggled, and the taste buds on the tip of his tongue urged him, so he could only eat up this plate of cheap food one bite after another.

Xue's expression changed from nervous to happy. He was watching Fyodor all the time. The other person ate very elegantly. Even though he only ate a plate of omelet rice, the other party still felt like eating in a Michelin five-star restaurant.

Until the last sip was wiped out, Fyodor took a sip of the warmed oolong tea and let out a sigh of satisfaction, "It's delicious, thank you for the hospitality."

"The hospitality is not good, but it's great that Mr. Fyodor likes it." Xue was both happy and embarrassed because of the other party's blunt reaction. He twisted his fingers, and his eyes wandered. A timid smile.

"Feiya." Fyodor said suddenly, seeing the doubtful expression of the silver-haired boy, he said without changing his expression, "You used to call me Feiya."

"Is this a nickname? Then Mr. Fei Jia, you can also call me Xue." Xue quickly accepted, and he decided to explain his inner thoughts clearly to him, so he said seriously: "Mr. Fei Jia, I haven't recovered my memory yet." So, I can't handle the emotional entanglement with you."

"But I will work hard to recover my memory, so, before that... I can't accept you."

This is expected.

The red eyes of the black-haired young man unconsciously sunk a bit, and he still remembered the delicious omelet rice and the refreshing oolong tea in his mouth

, It is indeed expected that with the serious personality of Sariel who has lost his memory, he will indeed reject himself like this.

The boy seemed hesitant to speak, but finally made up his mind, staring at him with those obsidian eyes full of determination and pleading, "But Mr. Fei Jia, I will definitely recover my memory."

"So, so... If you can, please wait for me."

The silver-haired boy's snow-white face turned red, and even the tips of his ears and the corners of his eyes were stained. It was obvious that he had exhausted all his courage just now, and his clenched hands trembled slightly. Everything was printed in Fyodor's slightly widened red eyes.

……

It was... surprising.

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The author has something to say:

Obviously still on the career line, suddenly there is a sour smell of love x It's really you, Mr. Tuo!

However, there must be mutual crematoriums on the Tuo bus, but the main one is the Tuo Zong crematorium x