MTL - Kanagawa Taoist College Students-Chapter 16 Aya Yamamoto

In his sleep, Li Xuehao was "started" by the smell of food.

Sitting up from the bed, the sky was already bright, and I checked the time again, it was less than 6:30.

There was a burst of fragrant food from downstairs, and Li Xuehao was not too surprised, guessing that it might be the guests who stayed here last night cooking breakfast.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs and turned into the living room. Sure enough, he saw Keiko Sakurai wearing an apron in the open kitchen.

Hearing the footsteps going downstairs, Keiko Sakurai turned around and smiled at Li Xuehao: "Mr. Zhenzhong, you will be able to eat soon. Go brush your teeth first."

"Oh." Li Xuehao nodded indifferently, and the moment he turned around, the expression on his face instantly enriched, with shock and a hint of joy. The expression of Keiko Sakurai just now was like a virtuous wife greeting her husband. This feeling is very heartwarming. It seems that someone treats herself this way in the morning...very good?

Thinking of this, Li Xuehao was shocked. Although the two lifetimes totaled more than 40, he was only 15 years old at this time, and Keiko Sakurai was at least 25. The difference between the two is ten years old, and it seems a bit older.

He had never tried this kind of tenderness in his previous life, and Li Xuehao entered the bathroom with some complicated emotions.

After washing and coming out of the bathroom, Sakurai Keiko had already put the cooked breakfast on the table one by one.

The dishes are very rich, combining Japanese and Western styles. Milk, bread, eggs, and a bowl of fragrant rice, the side dishes are also unique, grilled fish, vegetables, miso soup, everything, in addition to the bright colors, the fragrant taste is also appetizing.

"I don't know if it tastes good, Maka-kun, please feel welcome." Keiko Sakurai acted as if she was the hostess of the house.

"Then I'll start." Li Xuehao put away the charm in his heart and took a bite of the grilled fish.

Bite in your mouth, it is crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, moderately sweet, and tastes really good. Japanese schools have family lessons and also teach cooking, but not every Japanese woman is a good cook. Some women cook dishes that still make people feel like they are eating poison.

As a daughter, Keiko Sakurai, the cooking skills are not bad, even incredibly good, obviously after hard practice, not a "princess" in clothes to stretch out her mouth.

"How about, Maka-kun?" Sakurai Keiko looked at him expectantly.

"It's delicious." Li Xuehao didn't hesitate to praise himself, took another bite of the grilled fish, and said, "Miss Huizi, whoever marries you in the future will have a good taste." This was completely subconscious.

Sakurai Keiko's tender face turned a little red, and then she looked at Li Xuehao and revealed his joy: "It's fine if you are satisfied."

"Huh, the cooking I cook is also delicious, Keiko's cooking skills are still my teaching." Sakurai Miko got out of the ceiling, and then spoke in front of Li Xuehao without humility.

"Sister," Keiko Sakurai called out embarrassedly.

"Keiko, don't you go to work today?" Sakurai Miko looked at her younger sister, her buns puffed up slightly.

"It's not time yet." Keiko Sakurai replied, and then looked at Li Xuehao who was feasting, "Maaka-kun, when shall we go to'resurrect' my sister?"

"After class in the afternoon, I will find you." Li Xuehao slowly drank the miso soup.

"Then I will pick you up."

"Miss Keiko, there is no need to trouble this. I will go directly to your house after class." Although I have already made a high profile in the Kendo Club, Li Xuehao doesn't want to keep a high profile. If you can keep a low profile in school, try to keep a low profile.

"Okay, but Mr. Jin, we have already exchanged email addresses. Before coming, I hope Mr. Jin can notify me."

"Ok."

"This is a bento. Please remember to take it to school later." Sakurai Keiko brought up another beautiful bento box and placed it in front of Li Xuehao. Although the bento box has been covered, the dishes inside must be very rich, vaguely, Li Xuehao smelled the smell of the food.

...

After instructing Miko Sakurai to flip through, Li Xuehao carried the lunch box to the school.

I changed my indoor shoes. Before I entered the classroom, I ran into Ryota Yamamoto who came out of the classroom in the hallway. When I saw him, his eyes lit up and he greeted excitedly: "Good morning, Zhenzhong."

"Good morning, Yamamoto." Li Xuehao also responded.

"Yesterday you said you went back to think about it. How are you thinking about it now?" Yamamoto Ryo walked up to him with a big grin, and touched his lunch box. When he touched the heavy touch, he seemed to swallow secretly. Drool.

"Yamamoto, I thought about it. There is no problem teaching you Kendo, but can you stick to it?" Yesterday Yamamoto Ryota said that he would worship him as a teacher to learn Kendo. In order to get rid of his entanglement, Li Xuehao said that he would go back and think about it. Unexpectedly, Yamamoto was so impatient that he was still blocking him in the corridor.

"Don't worry, Manaka, I have a lot of perseverance." Yamamoto Ryota seemed very excited and confident.

"Well, you will get up at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning and go for a run. You will come to me after running for a month." Li Xuehao actually didn't intend to teach Yamamoto Ryota Kendo. He was not proficient in the so-called "kendo", and he The proficient place is obviously not suitable for teaching each other. The reason for saying this is to make Yamamoto Ryota retreat.

Sure enough, when Yamamoto heard about this, his face was immediately embarrassed: "4 o'clock? Shinaka, why is it so early? Also, why should I look for you after a month?"

"Because your current body does not meet the requirements for practicing Kendo. You have to exercise for a month, and you can barely meet the requirements before you can learn. Besides, practicing Kendo requires running every day..."

Before Li Xuehao finished speaking, Yamamoto Ryota interrupted him: "Manaka, let's talk about kendo later. I said yesterday that my sister would come to me, but my sister did not show up, but she will definitely come today. Do you remember what I asked you to do yesterday? Please remember that you eat those snacks alone, please!"

"I see, Yamamoto, has anyone said that you are very long-winded?" Li Xuehao was rather helpless, but let Yamamoto dismissed the idea of ​​learning kendo, and finally achieved his goal.

Yamamoto Ryota smirked. Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Li Xuehao's back with a little cringe.

Li Xuehao moved in his heart, turned around and looked around, and saw a girl standing in front of him.

The girl is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, with fine short and medium hair, hands on hips, and standing on her feet, she looks like a girl with a strong aura.

Although she is not tall, her legs are slender, and the mid-length skirt of the school uniform still gives her the effect of a short skirt.

And the hairstyle is neutral, but it looks very cute and beautiful, especially on her breasts. How do you say it, big, big, much bigger than an ordinary adult woman, this must It's not something she can have at her age. It can only be said that God loves her too much.

"Are you Makaji?" The girl looked at Li Xuehao, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Although it was just a very ordinary question, it gave people a very dangerous feeling.

"Good morning, senpai, I am Koji Manaka in Class C of the first grade." Seeing that Ryo Yamamoto saw this girl like a mouse seeing a cat, Li Xuehao immediately guessed the identity of the other party, although he did not have that dangerous consciousness. But in my heart, I also regretted that Mrs. Yamamoto had promised to make it so happy. She knew her sister was so difficult, so it was better to reject him.

"Good morning." After looking at Li Xuehao carefully for a while, the girl faintly responded, and then hooked her finger to Yamamoto Ryota, "Ryota, come here."

"Sister." Yamamoto Ryota's eyes were full of pleading, like a puppy about to be abandoned.

"What happened the night before, how many snacks I ate, I won't pursue it, but who drank the drink?" Yamamoto Ayane stared sharply on his brother's face.

"Sister, the drinks are really drunk alone, I swear!" Yamamoto Ryota quickly pulled Li Xuehao out as a shield.

Li Xuehao rubbed his nose and smiled bitterly in his heart. The pitted teammate's Yamamoto was too inhuman, he just drank one of the drinks.

Yamamoto Ayane turned his sharp gaze at Li Xuehao, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes seemed to be beating: "Manaka... classmate! Is Ryota right? You drink the drinks alone?"

"...Yes." Although his scalp was numb, Li Xuehao still admitted that it is normal to have a teammate like Yamamoto Ryota.

Hearing the definite answer, Yamamoto Aya flashed a weirdness in her eyes, pretending to ask nonchalantly: "There is a bottle of drink with a lipstick mark on it, have you seen it?"

"...It seems that there is such a thing." Li Xuehao's memory has always been good, and his identity is different from ordinary people, it is even more impossible to remember wrong. However, in this atmosphere, there is still more room for ambiguous answers.

However, Yamamoto Ryota beside him obviously didn't cooperate with him. He suddenly pointed to Li Xuehao and said: "Menaka, you drank that bottle of drink. As I remember, you still want to ask me why there is a lipstick mark on my drink..."

"You shut up!" Yamamoto Ayane yelled and interrupted his younger brother, scared the latter to shrink his head and dare not say anything, then looked at Li Xuehao, his gaze seemed a little afraid to look directly, and drifted out of the corridor: " Very good, since you drank it, since you are a junior, I won’t bother you."

Li Xuehao apologized with a wry smile: "Yes, I'm really sorry, I don't know..."

"It's okay." Yamamoto Ayane shook his hand very manly, and then his gaze became sharp again, but she was looking at her brother, "Ryota—"

"Yes, sister." Yamamoto was so obedient as a cat.

"Let's have a lunch together at noon, um...you too." The last sentence was addressed to Li Xuehao. After speaking, his face seemed to blush, then he turned and left with a light snorted.