Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Regarding the selection of new members, since you've already found someone with special abilities, why not recruit her into the club?"

"It's not that simple."

Rio Futaba asked with suspicion.

"Is it because of her bad character?"

"That's not it."

"Is it because she's unwilling to join?"

"Although she might refuse at first, I have ways to get her to join."

"Then could it be…"

Rio Futaba drawled out the ending, narrowed her eyes, and stared intently at Yexing, saying each word carefully.

"Could it be that it's because she's not your type?"

Yexing's expression changed, and he waved his hands earnestly, explaining.

"Hey, Miss Futaba, what are you talking about? I'm not that kind of person."

Just as Rio Futaba was about to say that she was only joking, she heard Yexing add immediately after.

"I've never had a preferred type. I only adhere to one principle: as long as they're good-looking, any type will do."

Hearing him say such outrageous words, Rio Futaba couldn't wait to poke the burning sparkler in her hand directly into Yexing's face.

But just as she raised her head, when she saw the other party's handsome face, she felt a little bit reluctant.

Forget it.

Yexing's face doesn't belong to Yexing.

Logically speaking, it should belong to me and Miko, since me and Miko are looking at it every day.

Yexing himself can't see what he looks like every moment.

Rio Futaba thought to herself, what if it really gets burned.

In the end, I'm the one who suffers.

"Then what exactly is the reason?"

Yexing replied indifferently.

"Let's talk about it during the full member meeting during lunch break on Monday. After all, the Overload Club doesn't belong to me alone. It's not like I'm Yagami Light, an unscheduled member. I can't represent all the members to make such a decision."

"Alright."

Rio Futaba nodded, throwing the sparkler that had burned out again onto the ground.

Then she patted the dust off her hands, and then took out a pack of tissues from her arms, carefully wrapping up the burned-out sparkler and the ashes produced by the burning, folding the tissues, and throwing them into the trash can next to her.

After doing this series of actions, she squatted on the ground, looking like she was starting to give up.

"I can't walk anymore."

"Okay, I have a way."

Yexing walked up to Rio Futaba. The latter's heart was pounding, and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Is it coming?

Being carried by Yexing, her chest would be close to the other party's back.

Her legs would be held up by the other party's hands.

And her chin would be placed on the other party's shoulder, and the breath she exhaled could blow on Yexing's neck.

Just thinking about this picture made Rio Futaba feel itchy in her heart, and her face turned red.

She wanted to stick with Yexing.

But then, Rio Futaba suddenly felt her body lighten.

"Eh… Eh!!!"

Rio Futaba's figure was very petite. Yexing directly carried her body up with one hand and placed her on his shoulder.

"Eh!!! That's not what I meant!!!"

In her ideal scenario, it was a scene of a boy carrying a girl on his back, rubbing and flirting all the way.

In reality.

Yexing carried Rio Futaba with one hand, like a stevedore at the dock, running forward at a rapid pace.

…

When they returned to their home, Rio Futaba and Yexing were already soaked like drowned rats.

"Seriously…"

Rio Futaba sorted out her short-sleeved shirt that was soaked by the rain, and her gray long curly hair could be wrung out with water directly.

Yexing shook his head and said earnestly.

"I told you it was going to rain."

"How dare you say that?"

Rio Futaba was so angry that her tongue was almost twisted.

"You did say it was going to rain, that's right, but after it really started raining, how did you go from running to walking? And you didn't let me down. You just deliberately wanted to get me wet, right?"

"That's right."

Yexing nodded in admission without concealment.

"Because I wanted to take a bath with you."

Rio Futaba was stunned when she heard this, then her face turned red, and she said angrily.

"How could I agree!!!"

Yexing smiled meaningfully and slowly opened his mouth, saying a word.

"I often take baths with Mai Sakurajima."

"What!?"

Rio Futaba's pupils shrank in shock, and she couldn't help but clench her silver teeth, with unwillingness in her eyes.

Since Mai Sakurajima appeared, she has always regarded the other party as a competitor.

Now it seems that there is no need for competition, just join the battle directly.

But.

As one of the three elders of the Overload Club, how could she, the dignified "Quantum", lose to a new member who doesn't even have a code name in the progress of capturing the S-level instance Yexing?

Rio Futaba's competitive spirit overwhelmed her shyness, and she lowered her head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"Then, then you go in first, I, I'll come in later."

"Okay."

Yexing stepped into the bathroom and looked around.

Well, Rio Futaba's bathroom is very large. It's the kind that combines a shower and a bathtub.

The area is very large.

Enough to stretch your arms and legs.

Chapter 115: Face-to-face bathing, part-time warrior Saki Kawasaki

Five minutes later.

Rio Futaba, who had tied her long curly hair into a high ponytail and was only wrapped in a bath towel, stood outside the bathroom door, her white and lovely toes curled up slightly nervously.

"Calm down, calm down, you are Rio Futaba…"

Rio Futaba silently recited these words in her heart, trying to calm her nervous mood.

But it didn't have any effect at all.

Rio Futaba took a deep breath, stretched out her slightly trembling hand, and pushed open the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, which had been filled with hot water for a long time, a hazy mist was lingering.

Rio Futaba lowered her head, staring intently at the white tiles on the ground. She didn't know if it was the sudden rise in temperature or something else, but she always felt that her whole body was hot, and her fair skin showed a faint pink color.

"Are you here? Please take a seat."

Hearing Yexing's chuckling voice, Rio Futaba hesitated for a few seconds before slowly raising her head.

Looking closely.

The other party was leaning back in the bathtub, looking very lazy and enjoying it.

Rio Futaba finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately (unfortunately), she didn't see the other party completely naked.

Through the hazy layer of water vapor, Rio Futaba felt that she was not so nervous in her heart.

She held a corner of the bath towel in her right hand, and habitually made a gesture of pushing her glasses frame with her left hand.

"Take a seat… You don't mean to say… Let me come in and take a bath with you, do you?"

Yexing replied as a matter of course.

"Then what else do you think it means to take a bath together?"

After Rio Futaba calmed down, she returned to her original speaking style, with a rational and calm tone.

"What I mean by together is only limited to being together in the same bathroom, under this spatial condition, not together in action."

"I see."

Yexing nodded noncommittally and smiled.

"Then you wash."

Rio Futaba was feeling very proud, feeling that she finally had a chance to make Yexing speechless, but suddenly her face froze.

She realized a very crucial problem.

The bathtub was occupied by the other party.

Then the only thing left was the shower.

That is to say.

She now only had two choices.

Either take a bath with Yexing in the bathtub, or take a shower under the other party's gaze.

This…

Both choices… are a little too embarrassing, right?

"You guy."

Rio Futaba clenched her silver teeth and stared at Yexing with a hateful look.

"You're too cunning, aren't you!"

Yexing was mainly justified.

"Futaba, this is also the teaching of me, a professional exorcist, to you, a newcomer. Never lose the initiative because of hesitation, otherwise you will fall into this inescapable predicament."

Rio Futaba had an unwilling expression on her face.

She didn't expect that she would fall into such a situation because of hesitating for five minutes.

If she had entered the bathroom first, she could have directly occupied the position of the bathtub.

Then pull up the curtain, it's you wash yours, I wash mine, everyone doesn't interfere with each other.

Now, there is no other choice.

Rio Futaba took a deep breath, and the final decision was.