When I came out of the study with three empty coffee cans, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Yui Hihama's unique pink hair had disappeared from the hall, and even the faint scent of perfume had dissipated for a long time. Only Xue Zhixue was left in the living room. She was wearing a knitted sweater and holding a cup of black tea as she watched the TV show. Judging from her posture, she had been in this position for quite some time.
On the screen was a performance that often appeared at night. However, it was different from the entertainment programs of celebrities and members of parliament. Instead, it was an entertainment channel that introduced cats. Under the snow, she stared at the television screen without blinking, her lips trembling along with the image on the screen. Listening carefully, there was a sound that sounded like a cat's meowing coming from the throat under the snow. The way his eyes lit up made it easy for people to see through his thoughts at a glance.
After some thought, I walked into the kitchen and took out a can of coffee and a bottle of black tea. He walked over to the sofa next to Under the Snow and sat down. He placed the black tea and black coffee on the coffee table in front of her and opened a can of Max coffee for himself.
"Is it interesting? This TV show?"
"No, it's actually very boring."
Under the Snow shook her head, but she still held her teacup and stared at the screen in front of her.
" It's full of wrong general knowledge. There are also big problems in understanding the methods of taking care of her. There are even many self-contradictory things to take note of. From a science standpoint, this was undoubtedly the worst TV show in history.”
"So, from an entertainment perspective?"
"It's quite interesting. The professional shots capture the hearts of the audience.”
"I can tell. After all, you've been here for quite a long time.”
Lying on the sofa, I stretched my body. The crackling sounds coming from my body clearly told me that my body was in a bad state. Just a few hours of work had made my body so stiff. To be honest, I was a little worried about my future.
She sank her body into the soft sofa, feeling a little anxious about the future. I pulled open the tab of the Max coffee can. That sweet smell always made people feel refreshed.
"Do you like cats?"
"I like it, I like it very much. If it weren't for the rules of the apartment, I would definitely keep one.”
"You're more straightforward than I expected…I do have a cat in my hometown.”
"If I have the chance, I will go and take a look.”
"Then what kind of opportunity did you have to appear in my hometown? Is the world going to be destroyed or something?"
"I'm attending your funeral as a friend, right? Very touched, right? That was the last time I became your friend, so you have to cherish it. This is my only chance to be your friend.”
"Are you saying that I can only wait for my death to become your friend?”
"Who knows?"
"Your malice is about to leak out, you fellow…"
After a few meaningless bickering, the two sides calmed down again. Under the snow, she was still curled up in her knitted sweater. She held a cup of black tea that had already cooled down and quietly watched the entertainment show in front of her.
From an observer's point of view, I personally have no interest in this kind of program. It was because it was repeatedly playing some old-fashioned bean knowledge that he did not even know how to evaluate. Moreover, the guests they found were all ignorant and incompetent. They even made several mistakes in just a few minutes.
However, just as Under the Snow had commented, the scenes of this show were very well done. The core of the entire show was the angle from which the cats were filmed. It was no wonder that Under the Snow, who had a heavy cat fetish, had been sitting there for a long time like he was immobilized. Even an ordinary male high school student like me began to have a little interest. Because the camera angle really captured all the cute parts of the cat.
As for the essay and Yubihama, it was better to wait until the show was over. I made up my mind. But unexpectedly, it was Under the Snow who opened her mouth first.
"If you want to ask Yubihama-san, she went back an hour ago.”
"Oh? I thought she wanted to stay here.”
"How could that be?"
Under the Snow held the cup of black tea and shook her head slightly.
"Her mother called her directly. When she left, she still looked unwilling. You're quite lucky, maggot. To be liked by a girl with so many beautiful friends, this is your fortune.”
"Don't tease me. She's with you. What is his attitude towards me like? What's that saying?"
"Bestie?"
"Ah, that's about it. There was nothing to hide, and he wouldn't mind. However, if he wanted to go further, he could forget about it. Moreover, the point of convergence in the middle is you. As long as I cut off my relationship with you, it's unlikely that I'll ever see Yui Yubihama again. How charming, Lord Snow of Snow. He can kill both men and women."
"I'll accept this praise. However, you might be wrong about Yubihama. She wasn't the kind of person who would gradually lose her relationship with him if she didn't do anything.”
"Is that so? I think it's the opposite."
I replied casually.
Perhaps it was because of work fatigue, she didn't even have the energy to argue.
I just chatted with her under the snow, staring at the television in front of me as I waited for time to pass quietly.
She didn't want to think about anything and was too lazy to say anything. Every night, there would always be a feeling of fatigue that prevented people from thinking. Even though he was full of inspiration at night, he had squeezed it out after working for just over a few hours.
"I'm completely exhausted. Could it be that there's really something shameful in your study?”
Under the Snow tilted her head, and her hair that was tied into a beautiful ponytail fell down from her side. It was like a layer of black chiffon covering Snowy's white knitted sweater. There was a hint of doubt in her beautiful eyes.
"No, nothing special. It was just that he did not want his privacy to be discovered by others.”
I firmly shook my head at this baffling question.
It was the Internet age now. Who would still use those unreliable and easily discovered products? The ones who used that kind of thing to generate electricity were either the male protagonists of light novels who deliberately created flags or the super perverts who pursued the feeling of it, right?
"Is that so? Then you've worked hard."
Under the Snow nodded gently and reached out a finger to point at the many biscuits left on the coffee table.
"Aren't you going to eat one?"
"For the sake of my safety, tell me who did it first. If it's Yubihama, please allow me to reject him with all my might.”
"Are you that afraid of what Hihama-san did? Aren't hardworking girls very popular? If he ate it with the longing and yearning for a hardworking girl, that poison would not be a problem for the disgusting Hikiya, right?”
"Even you admit that it's a poison, so why should I eat it?”
"It's okay. Eat."
Under the Snow held her chin with one hand and smiled.
"I made all these myself. She wanted to use it as a model for Yubihama-san to see, but her mother looked troubled. Therefore, during the production process, Hihama-san left, looking very unwilling. But because of this, I made these cookies all by myself, so I don't have to worry about anything.”
"Is that so?"
I reached out and grabbed a five-pointed biscuit from my plate. She looked at Under the Snow suspiciously before carefully throwing it into her mouth. The rich fragrance that spread out almost instantly soothed his taste buds that had been tortured by Hima.
"How is it? I'm not lying, am I?"
Under the Snow looked at my gradually changing face, and a smug look appeared on her face.
"It's completely different from Yubihama-san. The dishes I make shouldn't cause such powerful damage.”
" Although I'm a little sorry for her, you're really a genius under the snow…"
He was grateful and would never forget his great kindness-that was all he could say.
I stuffed the biscuits into my mouth one by one. Having been tortured by Yui Hihama's terrifying cooking, I had enough of the smell of poison. To be able to eat such a sweet and delicious biscuit was undoubtedly a miracle to me. The warmth of the smell almost made me cry.
After a long drought, he met a sweet dew. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land was probably this kind of touching, right? When your sense of taste was about to fail, a fragrant biscuit suddenly appeared to reconfirm your motivation to live. Only comparison could produce happiness. This was the truth.
Under the snow, you are definitely a good woman. Just from the perspective of cooking.
"Then I'll be leaving first."
"Eh? You're leaving so soon?"
"Yes."
Under the snow, she suddenly stood up and walked to the door with the bottle of warm black tea in her hands.
I subconsciously looked up at the TV. I didn't know when the entertainment channel introducing cats had ended for quite a while. Right now, two comic actors were performing a comic that was not funny at all.
Moreover, the hour hand on the clock next to her was already pointing to 10 o'clock. It was already close to bedtime for Underneath the Snow. She went to her house to tidy up her things and then went straight to sleep. This kind of careful calculation could be considered the style of Under the Snow, right? I almost forgot what time it was, but I still remembered it under the snow.
"Then there's no need to send me off. It's just the opposite door anyway.”
Standing in the corridor under the snow, she said softly.
Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, her entire body trembled. She turned around cautiously and stretched out her hand to me, who was also lying on the sofa, feeling tired. He tilted his head like a lucky cat and pursed his lips into a thin line. With a peeping look on his face, he gently waved his palm to the left and right.
"See you tomorrow at school.”
"…Ah. See you tomorrow."
I also waved at Under the Snow, who had closed the door.
However, I don't know if it was intentional, but it was actually my slippers that I was wearing under the snow. She didn't take her little leather boots with her. Instead, she placed them safely in my shoe cabinet, side by side with my sister's spare boots.
"If I'm always so defenseless, I'll be very troubled…"
She sat on the steps with the coffee can in her hand and quietly looked at the neatly arranged leather boots in the shoe cabinet beside her. I subconsciously changed the arrangement of my hands and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The burden on his heart was unexpectedly large. Was this good or bad?
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