Chapter 6 Is it padded?

It broke, and the sword reached Guan Gong's grave.

Natsume Naoki's brain was shut down, and it took him a long time to realize that Asai Mao was teasing him again.

"I made this for my classmates. It's not good to inquire about other people's privacy." Someone turned on the tough talk mode.

Asai Mao was unmoved: "I haven't started asking yet."

"I know a classmate who needs this and I happen to have this skill. It's okay to earn some favors and some spare money, right?" Natsume Naoki paused and was quite confident: "No matter how bad the boys are, there are always those in college.

One or two girls with whom I have a good relationship."

This is a lie.

Asai Mao knew very well that he was so withdrawn in college that even after the first year of school, his classmates in the same class could hardly call him by his name.

In fact, this is quite common in universities, especially Japanese universities that do not have dormitories, but it is not uncommon for him to attend every class, and even the professor occasionally has no impression of him.

According to a survey, Natsume Naoki had zero female friends in college. He only had one male friend whom he knew well, a high school classmate who was also admitted to Waseda, and the rest were just acquaintances.

Asai Mao shook her head gently: "Respecting privacy is not only polite, but also professional ethics for me. If there is nothing else, I will wash the dishes."

Natsume Naoki turned around and looked at the computer to cover up his guilty conscience.

Why lie and say it's medicine for colds?

Even he himself couldn't give a reason for this. At that time, before his brain could make a judgment, the words had already blurted out.

Putting his thoughts behind, Natsume Naoki looked at the faceless Asai Mao on the computer screen. He really couldn't tell anything from half of his face wrapped in a mask, even if the person involved had admitted it.

He and Asai Mao are not familiar enough to recognize each other just by taking special photos of their hands.

It seems that we can only compare the salient features in those fleeting clips.

He quickly pressed the pause button.

hiss……

Is the size not right?

Natsume Naoki was a little unsure. He secretly looked back at Asai Mao, who was holding a small dinner plate and about to turn the door handle.

Why is it bigger in real life than in the video?

So Natsume Naoki whispered softly: "Is it padded?"

"Crack!"

A loud noise far exceeding the decibel level of Natsume Naoki's life came and shocked him!

The entire door handle was actually ripped off the door frame by Asai Mao!

Looking at the dazzling gap on the dark red wooden door and the door handle in her hand, Natsume Naoki's eyes gradually became rounder and her pupils became more and more cute.

"The door handle is old and loose."

"But...the landlord said that the house was renovated last year, and the furniture was also last year..."

"The door handle has become loose due to aging. This is a very common thing." Asai Mao looked over with an indifferent look and said politely: "I will repair it at my own expense, Natsume-kun, don't worry."

"It seems like we need to test carefully to see if there is anything else in this house that is so fragile!"

Asai Mao said the scary words calmly and slammed the door, but after a while, the unlocked door "squeaked" and was blown open by the wind.

The window was not closed tightly, and the wind blowing in during the hot weather actually made Natsume Naoki shiver.

March 28, the next day.

Natsume Naoki has a cold.

Asai Mao boiled some Yinqiao powder for him using the newly arrived medicinal materials.

Natsume Naoki drank the bowl of medicine with a mentality of looking forward to death, and vowed never to trust those faceless YouTubers on YouTube again...

No, I can’t believe the one who showed his face, maybe he was just like a certain maid!

On March 29, the weather was cloudy.

Natsume Naoki felt that she didn't just have a cold.

……………………

April 4th, Sunday, the sky was clear and clear.

Fourteen days after Mao Asai knocked on Natsume Naoki’s door, Natsume Naoki ushered in her freshman year at Waseda University.

This year's welcoming ceremony was a little earlier than in previous years, and the weather was not quite warm yet.

So breakfast was toast, an omelette, some canned luncheon meat, red cabbage and corn salad, and a big glass of hot milk to warm me up.

"Although I know these things are very healthy, is the amount too much?" Naoki Natsume looked at the breakfast table with various items on the table that could make a super luxurious sandwich together, and was a little frightened.

As the saying goes, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. This caloric value is obviously too high!

Asai Mao ate a bit of breakfast on her plate that shook her head as she fed the cock, and said calmly: "I didn't see the calories written anywhere, so it won't exceed the standard."

Good guy, it also adds left-hand rotation, right?

"Your physique needs to replenish energy. Even if you gain weight, it is still good to lose weight and exercise." Asai Mao said.

Natsume Naoki suddenly felt like he was eating with his parents when he was a child.

"Asai, you know, you looked so much like my mother for a moment just now," Natsume Naoki said, "I'm going to start." Then he started to eat, vaguely: "The most common thing my mother said at the dinner table when she was a child was

I'm too thin and I need to eat more. The only difference between you and her is that I have to lose weight after eating, which is very painful."

"But it's not me who's in pain." Asai Mao wiped her mouth gracefully after finishing her meal: "What's more enjoyable than watching others suffer to lose weight?"

Natsume Naoki was stunned, but before he could refute, Miss Devil asked herself and answered: "Of course, that means I am still in charge of your diet and rest."

Hello 110? There are devils here illegally entering the country!

After eating, Asai Mao went to Natsume Naoki’s bedroom to pack up the clothes and belongings she had prepared the night before——

It's no longer a shirt with wide-leg pants and sneakers that can't be worn out, but a sweatshirt, jeans and brand new canvas shoes.

There is nothing particular about the matching, just highlight a handsome character, simple and violent.

Others rely on their clothes and their horses rely on their saddles, and their clothes add points to their appearance.

But in Asai Mao's view, Natsume Naoki doesn't need the so-called bonus points.

His looks are perfect. If you pick him up and drop him from the sky above Akihabara to a crowded place, he will be picked up by a woman in less than three minutes. You can pick him up from an izakaya during the day or pick him up at a hotel at night.

Therefore, in her opinion, as long as the clothes do not hinder Natsume Naoki, then they are completely complementary. They should be matched appropriately and not go against the season. The rest only needs to complement the face.

Yesterday, she had her hair specially trimmed by Natsume Naoki. She cut her hair once every half month. The time was reasonable. If it was too long, it would cover up the previous texture. If it was too short, there was no need to trim it.

She would only deliberately grow her hair unless she wanted to change her hairstyle, but Asai Mao felt that Natsume Naoki’s current look and hairstyle were the best and there was no need to change.

It was out of selfishness, because this look was the one she was most familiar with.

Today's Natsume Naoki must be in the most perfect state at this stage. This is related to the dignity of the maid and Asai Mao's own dignity.

"I'm going out."

"Be careful on the road."

Natsume Naoki waved goodbye to Asai Mao, who was always wearing a maid uniform, walked down the bluestone steps to the road, and merged with the hurried passers-by.

The cherry blossoms all over the sky are at their most splendid blooming moment, dyeing most of the sky pink, most of the rivers pink, and most of the world pink.

It also dyed most of the maid's vision pink.

Natsume Naoki was just an inconspicuous person in the crowd, but Asai Mao could still find him at a glance in the crowd and watched him until the end of his sight.

It wasn't until she could no longer see Natsume Naoki that she turned back to the house, went up to the second floor and came to her small bedroom.

Taking off the heavy maid uniform, Asai Mao is about to change her identity at this moment.
Chapter completed!