Chapter 518 【517】I have you

The word Shura Field often refers to a tragic battlefield that is intertwined and complex in interpersonal relationships.

It is generally used for abnormal relationships such as extramarital affairs, polyangs, and cheating relationships, and is often used for extremely complex work-and-mouth relationships.

However, among Shiina masters today, this term that should have been applied to the ‘special’ situation has begun to become normal without realizing it, and the original sound has gradually changed from ‘Shura Field’ to ‘Shy Lotus Field’.

Refers to the ‘family occasion that humiliates a certain iron loli’.

As for who this so-called "headed loli" is, Miss Miyahara Nagisa, as the landlord, is not particularly clear about it.

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Sitting at the dining table, she just quietly ate the mashed potatoes in front of her, and then looked numbly as the dining table, which had only four people, gradually increased by half, and even the dishes and chopsticks were ready.

Unconsciously, an unprovoked association of "family status-2" emerged.

It seemed that he was not used to this subtle environmental change, and the few people at the dinner table remained silent at the same time. Only Mr. Shiina, the initiator, temporarily escaped from this tragic battlefield under the pretext of "the food is a little less".

At the dining table, Miss Yui was bold and unrestrained, and the plate in front of her was jingling. Even though she was sitting on one side, her meal speed was not as fast as the seal. Nagisa was unwilling to eat. Chiho Aoba, who was sitting at the end, held her own bowls and chopsticks, looked at the wind-swinging clouds on the table. I don’t know if it was scared or simply timid, but the chopsticks were always on the three dishes in front of her, but their eyes were also glowing.

Only Miss Sano Shino in the main position can see the overall situation and see the expressions of several people.

In the meantime, she first subconsciously had a look with the keen intuition, and then slowly turned to look at the latest little customer, and calmly picked up a chopstick of mutton into her plate:

"Aiba San seems a little restrained. Iori's dish is not right?"

"Well? Gugugugugugu-gudong!"

As if a chick was suddenly frightened, Aoba Chiho, who had suddenly added a piece of mutton to the plate in front of him, was stunned at first, and then his brain seemed to be stuck for a moment. The food in his mouth almost stuck in his throat. He patted his chest and drooled another big mouthful of water before he could recover his breathing ability. His expression was still a little stiff, but he shook his head vigorously and raised his phone quickly.

【no!】

【Yiyimao’s dishes are delicious! Thank you for the entertainment.】

The screen of the mobile phone was raised high, and the font on the screen was also very clear. Aiba Chiho subconsciously hid his glasses behind the phone, but he seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but secretly reveal half of his cheek, trying to peek at the expression of the "love rival" in front of him.

Could it be that she was angry because she had eaten too much?

It’s not right that it’s not a family?

The strange thoughts in his mind turned halfway, and Chiho Aiba felt that his little head was a little too unreal.

Although Iori is her boyfriend, Iori's home is not just hers.

In other words, in addition to his latest "lovers", Iori also has all the exclusive seats known as "Madam", "Madam", "Wife", and "Girlfriend".

Even though I had accepted this fact long before I came, Miss Aoye, who had just arrived in life, was still unable to fully adapt.

On the other hand, Miss Terajima opposite me.

Seeing the plates that quickly disappeared and added dishes in front of her, Chiho Aiba felt that the other party was so amazing.

However, this thought took only a moment, and her attention turned to the "big woman" in the main position again.

"That's really great."

"I heard that the previous songs were written by Aiba Sang for Iori's Knife, and I always wanted to see you."

"Ah, by the way. I've even gotten down to the DVD!"

“Eh?”

Shino Sano still looked a little polite. Compared to the fact that she was not very familiar with this "newcomer", she just tried to be familiar with it.

However, for Chiho, whose interpersonal relationship circle is basically zero, it seems more intimate.

Even though she was still inconvenient to speak, her typing speed was not lower than that of oral, and she was just a little bit possessed.

It should be said that he is a working emperor who can get along well with anyone, and his diplomatic skills are full.

Seeing this scene in front of you, Shiina Iori, who was busy in the kitchen counter, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is definitely impossible to say that there is no concern about Chiho's arrival.

After all, the balance of the family situation that has finally settled down is really not worth the loss if the unstable factor of suddenly joining is broken.

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"It's so strange, why are other people's Christmas Eves always 'snow nights', 'street', 'hotel', 'date', 'date', and only my Christmas Eve can't even get out of the house?" Shiina Iori complained in her heart without knowing it, "Is it because I usually finish other people's Christmas Eve? Every night of music?"

Just very angry.

If a normal person learns about Shiina Iori's daily days, then most people will probably exchange every Christmas Eve of their lives, right?

Shizuma's shy Luofang failed to successfully fight, nor did he see the hatchet he liked.

Perhaps they are already a little tired of fighting, and even Yuki Terajima and Shino Sano, who have always disliked each other, maintain a delicate balance on this special day.

Neither of them tried to make trouble.

The Christmas afternoon is also a bit bizarre.

Eat, clean up the dishes.

The whole family gathered in the restaurant and played mahjong a few times in the warm afternoon in the winter.

Because there is no bargaining chip and there is not enough change, the gambling chips will naturally become white strips.

In just two hours, Miss Yui, who had the darkest hands, left the stage angrily - the main reason was that her small face was so sticky that she couldn't even see the card clearly, and the dense lines were all white strips.

Shiina Iori naturally did not participate in it, and so did Terajima Yuki.

The former is a special place to prepare snacks and fruit drinks for wives of all ages; the latter is a simple rejection of activities that will contaminate the handprints, dust, and fluff of the table blanket on the card table.

Just sitting next to her, she couldn't help but wrinkle her face and went to wash her hands habitually.

Miss Terajima's cleanliness symptoms are terminally ill.

After a while, Nagisa, who had found out the whole game, felt it was meaningless, and then it was UNO, Monopoly.

It was not until this time that Shiina Iori gradually noticed that the size of the 1701 room in Funoki Apartment had gradually grown to the level of a multi-person board game at home without having to call outside to find friends.

Another succubus Monopoly passed by, Shiina Iori, who lost her clean leggings and quickly left the field, got up from the table.

He was about to pour some milk for Nagisa and Chiho who were still fighting, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Yuki Terajima lying on the rocking chair on the balcony at some point, holding the nutritionist textbook that Shino often read in his hand.

"Here."

He handed a glass of warm milk in his hand.

Yuki Terajima raised his head along the direction of the cup and saw Iori pursing another cup, with thin white marks on his lips.

"Try it? I added some ingredients."

“It’s very fragrant.”

"I'll drink your glass."

“Yes, yes.”

After exchanging the cups again, Terajima Yukita curled up in a lounge chair like a lazy cat wearing a plush cloak in winter. He put down the book in his hands, held the warm cup taken from Iori's hand in both hands, and sipped the milk in small sips.

She didn't ask what was added inside, she just drank slowly.

Although there are no gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the balcony, there is still a lot of chill. Just a few mouthfuls of warm hot milk in the entrance, it feels like the whole body is gradually steaming.

“Happy don’t like board games?”

"Do you want to change something you like to play?"

"Speaking of this, I never relaxed when I was at home. I wouldn't just read that kind of novel."

It seemed like it was hit by the vital point, but fortunately, a trace of unconscious stiffness flashed across the delicate face that had never been dull, and then took a sip of milk, as if trying to cover up your guilt with this action.

"without."

"Just. I'll watch it occasionally."

"It's really hard."

"really."

Fortunately, I have no denying my ascetic daily life at all. The process of improving myself is indeed not as happy as many successful people say.

"Then why don't you be with Yui and the others?"

Shiina Iori's tone was a little confused.

From the mahjong just now to the board game later, fortunately, I was always away from the side and never participated in a single game.

After hearing his question, Terajima Yuki seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then took a sip of hot milk:

“My self-control is poor.”

"Only by trying not to engage in entertainment activities can we not indulge in it."

"Doesn't you think so?"

Shiina Iori showed a very surprised expression.

If a person like Yuki who has a "work-exercise-learning" class cycle that is almost unceasing, can still be classified as "poor self-control", Shiina Iori himself thinks that his "combination of work and rest" is a waste of effort.

"Um."
To be continued...