Chapter 180 Asai plans to invite the other two to his home

Sunday, the morning of the campus festival.

Natsume Naoki got up early, just like the routine of Natsume's family in the past, except that today Natsume Naoki and Asai didn't say anything, and a very subtle atmosphere enveloped the dinner table.

It's very similar to when I was a kid and went to temple fairs on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Most of the temple fairs were held at ten o'clock in the evening. After waking up early in the morning to pay New Year's greetings, I was only looking forward to what would happen next.

"Is it a pity that you didn't go to the campus festival last year?"

Asai asked while eating breakfast. The maid didn't have a bad temper this morning, and the breakfast was very rich.

Natsume Naoki nodded and drank the porridge in the bowl: "Of course, it is said that many clubs' performances at the campus festival last year received widespread praise, especially the underwear... cough, it's nothing."

"What's inside?" Asai tilted his head and looked at Natsume Naoki.

Natsume Naoki felt a little guilty, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

Why do you feel guilty about Asai?

It's really strange, the maid seems to have a higher status than the master in this family.

"The...underwear show organized by the fashion design club." Natsume Naoki said, burying his face in the bowl, and only secretly looked at Asai's expression from above the rim of the bowl.

I can't see any problem at all.

The maid remained expressionless as always, as if her poker face was Asai's default skin.

But Natsume Naoki actually knew that the mood underneath this face was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"It turned out to be a lingerie show."

"I am innocent." Naoki Natsume raised his hand: "I was thrown into the hospital right after the opening ceremony. I only heard about the underwear show but didn't watch it."

Asai was thoughtful, she picked up a chopstick and put the pickles into Natsume Naoki's bowl casually, "Don't you see what it has to do with me, why do you have to explain to me?"

"I don't know either." Natsume Naoki shook his head frankly.

"That's right." Asai just nodded lightly.

There was silence for a moment at the dinner table, and Asai asked again: "Why is the underwear show the first club program that comes to your mind?"

This question seemed to be very important to her. When asking, Asai put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at him seriously.

She said that, but in fact Asai did everything very elegantly, and Natsume Naoki did not notice her seriousness.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Natsume Naoki still shook his head: "I still don't know. When I think about the regrets of the campus festival, the underwear show seems to pop up from the depths of my mind..."

Then he thought of something and waved his hand quickly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a sex critic."

"It's Lao Sepi." Asai didn't give him a chance to refute: "After you finish eating, just put the bowls and chopsticks here, I will clean them up."

"Won't you go out with me?" Natsume Naoki was stunned.

Asai put away the rice bowl he had finished drinking, and then pushed side dishes such as pickles in front of Natsume Naoki without leaving any trace, so that he could pick up the dishes: "I guess you don't want me to come with you today.

Go to school...at least not in groups."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Natsume Naoki's cell phone on the table rang.

Asai looked like he already knew who was calling, and turned around and went to the kitchen.

Natsume Naoki picked up the phone and looked at it. It was Kitahara Hayato's call.

He looked at Asai's back and hesitated for a moment, but did not say anything.

Actually, I don't mind telling Hayato if you want to come with me... Brothers can play together anytime, but going to school with you, at least this morning, I think is more important.

"Hey, Hayato."

"Naoki, are you going to the campus festival?"

"You seem to be asking nonsense." Natsume Naoki rubbed the corners of his eyes: "I remember I told you that I wanted to show my game at the campus festival."

"Oh, yes, yes, look at my mind, I actually forgot about this."

On the phone, Kitahara Hayato's tone was slightly apologetic: "How about we meet in front of Muto's grocery store? What would you like to drink?"

Natsume Naoki thought for a moment and sighed softly: "Sorry Hayato, I have something to do this morning... You go to school first, don't wait for me."

"Oh well."

"Don't worry, I have something to ask you." Natsume Naoki suddenly remembered something and raised an eyebrow: "You and Tohsaka-senpai..."

"Didn't I tell you everything? It's just... Oh, that's all." Kitahara Hayato, a strong man of nearly 1.9 meters and more than 200 kilograms, started to squirm at this time: "I don't know what it is.

We haven’t talked about the relationship since the mother and child were single! But I think it should be considered a probation period? "

“Probation period for whom?”

"Both sides," Kitahara Hayato was surprisingly serious on this point: "I can feel that my senior is serious about me."

Natsume Naoki was silent for a while and nodded: "Then don't let me down."

"Speaking of this, I really have to thank you." Kitahara Hayato's tone was much more sincere.

Natsume Naoki was stunned and didn't react for a while. After a few reminders from him, he realized that what Kitahara Hayato was talking about was the campus legend of the Plaid Shirt God Cult that had recently been circulated by the Ministry of Engineering.

So he got annoyed and said, "Stop teasing me. I'm still single. If I'm really so smart, do I believe in myself?"

Shaking his head and hanging up the phone, Natsume Naoki continued to enjoy the breakfast prepared by Asai. At this moment, he was not in a hurry.

Because I have already decided in my heart that no matter how Asai refuses later, I will at least say it out loud.

I want to walk to school with her.

Asai, who was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, took off his apron and hung it lightly on the wall.

The sound insulation effect of the room is actually not that good. In addition, stamina 9 is reflected in all aspects of physical fitness. In fact, Asai's hearing is also very good.

So she heard the phone call between Natsume Naoki and Kitahara Hayato.

As his fingers gently slid over the hem of the apron, Asai struggled and hesitated in his heart.

She wanted to enjoy such ambiguity, but... she was clearly not qualified to enjoy pleasure before paying off her debt...

So Asai was a little annoyed. Those two women... had been hesitant to take action, which made him feel bad.

If Izumi Mio and Amamiya Chizuru were a little more proactive and came to snatch the man away, Asai would feel better - watch out, they were the ones who made the move first, I was acting in self-defense!

But those two people were like the gangsters on the street. No matter how fierce the argument was, they wouldn't do anything. She had to take the initiative to bump her face into other people's fists, and planned to put Natsume Naoki into their mouths to ask for a kiss.

, and then passively fight for favor and get Natsume Naoki back...

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Isn’t this being mean?

But there was no way. The way to return the fragments was chosen by Naoki's brother. He wanted to use this method to take advantage of himself, but he didn't expect that something happened when he was dividing the fragments... It turned out that he was going to take four

Girls are cheap.

Perhaps Natsume Naoki was happy, but the little maid was much more pitiful.

"I've finished eating." While Asai was dazed, Natsume Naoki came in with his own bowl, "I'll wash my own bowl myself, and you can help me find clothes to wear today... The weather has turned cold instantly, and today

It’s not as hot as yesterday.”

Asai came back to his senses and glanced at him: "It's really strange that the sun actually comes out from the west."

"You actually started to understand the cold and warmth and put on your own clothes. It seems that I'm not far away from retirement." A look of relief appeared on Asai's face.

Natsume Naoki couldn't understand whether this relief was real or fake.

But since ancient times, it has been natural to suppress black belly.

"I don't want you to retire." Naoki Natsume said sincerely.

"The maid contract prohibits exploitation. I have the strength to hang you from a street lamp with one hand."

"Of course it doesn't mean that, you know."

Natsume Naoki came to the sink and put the dishes and chopsticks in, but Asai didn't let him wash them. He came over on the pretext of talking, casually took the dishes and chopsticks from his hand and started washing.

Even if I look around Natsume Naoki, I won't find it.

"I just don't want you to leave. You have made the house so comfortable..." Natsume Naoki carefully considered the words to express his truest feelings at the moment. What he said was not as ambiguous as a confession... He was not

I want to take the opportunity to express my feelings.

He sincerely doesn't want Asai to leave.

He expressed this idea a long time ago to buy a bed for Asai.

Not long ago, he wanted to express this idea by raising a cat...a cat that belonged to two people. Although the cat was also a tsundere and a Gillian, the cat and the human fell in love and killed each other.

Now, he wanted to express this idea and he could actually say it directly.

"You are going to college anyway. Don't tell me that it doesn't matter whether you go to school or not. Your parents definitely don't want you to drop out of school." Natsume Naoki felt that he was really a genius for coming up with such a shameless reason to use family ties to kidnap someone.

As expected, he was led astray by Kitahara Hayato.

"Since you are going to school in Waseda, instead of looking for a new apartment to rent, why not live here with me! I don't charge you any money, and you don't have to be a maid anymore. We are roommates!"

Asai shook his head bluntly: "A maid cannot be inappropriate."

Natsume Naoki didn't understand what she meant and was a little sad.
To be continued...