"Hey? Is Shiina-kun going back?"

Ogasawara held the wine glass and looked at Shiina who had just carried Takahiro Kamiya out of the toilet.

"Yes, there will be other part-time jobs later."

"It's really hard for Shiina Jun."

"Then I'll leave first."

"Bye-Bye."

From beginning to end, only two people Takiya Ai and Ogasawara and Shiina met him. Most of the others looked blind and formed small groups to chat.

Kamiya Takahiro was placed on the ground like a dead pig, unconscious.

Chiho Aiba, who had helped before, has been watching him strangely since the beginning.

Seeing that he was leaving, he nodded silently.

"I'll bother you this time, Aoba Sang."

【It's OK, goodbye】

She raised her phone, which was black round font on it.

Shiina Iori walked out the door on her own. After getting into Kawaya's car, her phone lit up.

【A certain landlord lady: Why haven’t you returned home yet?】

【A certain landlord lady: Did you drive there?】

【A certain landlord lady: Have you drunk?】

Shiina Iori glanced at it and picked up her phone to reply.

【Shina: Get home soon】

So, there was no news on the other side.

I looked at the time again, at 10:13.

Late in tutoring.

He got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and whizzed all the way home.

At 19:00, we arrived home.

Dingdeng went upstairs, breathed slightly at the door, and pushed open the door.

The lights in the room were on. Miyahara Nagisa was wearing a thick long-sleeved skirt and pajamas, setting the table with her semi-wet long hair spread over her shoulders, and she was writing the papers alone.

Shiina Iori habitually wanted to take off her shoes and enter the house, but suddenly I remembered something.

"I'm back."

"snort."

Miyahara Nagisa glanced at him and hummed softly.

I don't want to pay attention to him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Shiina Iori put down her schoolbag and was about to sit opposite her as usual, in a negotiated tone: "Let's get the time twenty minutes ahead tomorrow?"

"No, you told me in advance."

Miyahara Nagisa lowered her head and wrote the paper: "You have your own life, even if you are as noble as God like me, you should understand you."

Shiina Iori looked at her helplessly.

What is a noble guest like God?

If you don't pout, turn your head away, and look at me with such resentment from time to time, you might even believe you.

As soon as this thought came up, his calf was kicked by a snow-white little foot.

When he looked at Nagisa again, his face turned red and he muttered in a low voice.

"There's no way to compete! (Talk!)"

“Yes ~ Yes ~”

"I've revealed the gossip, let's do this ancient Chinese title first."

"Have you finished math in the first year of high school?"

"Do it simple first."

"I look down on anyone!"

"oh?"

“…”

"snort!"

After tutoring until twelve o'clock, the two of them dragged their tired bodies back to their homes, washed and went to bed.

When Shiina Chen ran home the next morning, she saw several trucks of moving teams gathering downstairs of their building, each using a crane to lift large pieces of furniture and luggage towards the top of the building.

Furniture is classified.

Large beds, wardrobe, large game consoles, home projection equipment, large game facilities, superimposed suitcases...

I don't know who is moving.

Maybe a dead house?

"Shina-kun?"

Just as I was thinking, a girl in a short skirt was wearing a familiar detective hat and a mask on her head. She covered her little head and hair with a hoodie, held her pockets with both hands, and wore big black sunglasses on her face.

The whole face was basically covered.

"Who are you?"

Shiina Iori didn't recognize it for a while.

"Oh, right."

Igarashi suddenly remembered something, took off her sunglasses at a rapid speed, and put them on again quickly.

This time Shiina saw it clearly.

It's Yui Igarashi.

"It's Igarashi San, why do you dress like this?" Shiina Iori looked around in confusion.

Are you following someone?

"Shh!"

Igaraki swept around carefully, nervously comparing to a finger.

"Don't call my name."

"What's wrong?"

Shiina Iori is still unknown.

"Those are my furniture. If you are recognized, you will be a terrible person!"

Igarashi lowered his voice.

As I was talking, I saw a blanket with a painting of [Saint Joy] Ah Heiyan CG was pulled up by the moving staff using a wheel hub.

Looking at the pink Ah Heiyan who almost covered the windows of the floor, Shiina Iori immediately understood her.

If you remember correctly, this game seems to be butter, right?

What is the full name?

It seems to be Sticky and something...

If this situation is recognized on the spot, it will definitely be the end of social death!

"You play this game too?"

Shiina Iori looked at her curiously. The painting was quite delicate and her various parts were very experienced, almost comparable to the Muyou H teacher he had recently seen.

Except for the male protagonist who looks a bit like himself and is so immersive, the other paintings are all very good.

What is more excessive is that she has recently started painting the ntr series - she used to be a pure love party.

"Shina-kun is also the same as a friend?!"

"No, just friends are playing."

The two products, Panasonic and Takeda, seem to be loyal fans of this game, right?

Shiina remembers that Panasonic seems to have bought a lot of peripherals.

"It's butter, right?"
To be continued...