Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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Nagasaki Motoyo frowned and put down the bag, looking at his pale face with concern: "How can you eat only this kind of thing?"

"I'm not in the mood," said Yuecunze, his head down, his voice muffled.

Nagasaki Motoyo looked at him, who seemed like a wilted cucumber, and sighed softly, "How about... I make you some noodles?"

A. "Can't it be done up there?"

B. "Thank you for the meal."

[C. "Let's not go, I know what the sea tastes like."]

"Thank you for the treat." Koshimura Sawa was no longer in the mood to complain and just said helplessly.

Nagasaki Motoyo glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Soon, the sounds of rushing water and the clanging of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen.

Hearing the somewhat chaotic sounds, a warm feeling suddenly welled up in Yuecunze's somewhat numb heart.

It's like coming home from work after a long day and finding your capable wife has already prepared dinner, while the company president, who was knocked unconscious by her punch because he was lusting after you, is lying on the floor.

Wow, there's even Sichuan opera!

The room, so deserted it could hardly be called a "home," seemed to regain a touch of human warmth because of her arrival...

and many more.

Koshimura suddenly stood up and ran outside.

Buhao, my kitchen!

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About half an hour later, Yuecun Ze looked down at the bowl on the table.

My sanity score didn't decrease. Does this mean I've finally gone mad?

He looked at the golden, still steaming noodles and almost shed tears.

It was actually normal food; I was so touched.

He looked closer and saw cilantro floating on the noodle soup.

It turns out it's White Elephant cilantro...

"What kind of look is that?" Nagasaki Motoyo, sitting across from him, saw his troubled expression, picked up his chopsticks and then put them down, puffing out his cheeks slightly. "Even if I was a little... I've practiced for so many days, I can't possibly not even be able to cook instant noodles properly."

“No…I just…” Koshimura Sawa began with difficulty, “I simply can’t eat. I’m sorry, it’s not your fault.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Nagasaki Motoyo stand up, plop down next to him, pick up a mouthful of noodles with her chopsticks, blow on it, and bring it to his lips.

"Ah~"

"I don't think we need that..." Koshimura leaned back.

Nagasaki Motoyo pushed her chopsticks forward a little more.

Wait, where are you going to aim that? It's your nostril!

Seeing that the scalding soup was about to drip onto his pants, Yuecun Ze quickly opened his mouth and put the noodles in his mouth.

I didn't dare bite it off, so I just slurped it down in one gulp.

"The noodles were overcooked and all mushy," Yuecunze commented indistinctly as the big dog chewed on them.

"Hmm." Nagasaki Motoyo picked up another noodle with her chopsticks, blew on it, and brought it to him.

"Too much water was added; the noodle soup has no flavor." He wiped his mouth and continued.

"Remember."

"How did you cook these noodles? Some are soft, some are hard..."

"Don't push your luck~" Nagasaki Motoyo's voice carried a hint of cunning.

Yuecun Ze was startled and quickly took the chopsticks from her hand, burying his head in eating.

Nagasaki Motoyo watched him eat while secretly observing her reaction out of the corner of her eye, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"...Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried the soft-boiled egg will get too runny and harden too soon." Koshimura Sawa picked up a poached egg with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, suddenly exhaling, "Hot, hot, hot—"

【锟斤拷、屯屯屯、诺诺诺】

"Yes, yes, yes." Nagasaki Motoyo smiled even wider, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him tenderly.

Neither of them spoke, and for a moment the only sound in the living room was the slurping of noodles.

“Aine told me everything on Line…” Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly spoke up.

Koshimura stopped what he was doing.

“It’s not your fault, Koshimura-kun.” Her voice was gentle as she tried to comfort him. “I know you’re more worried about Akari than anyone else, but the best thing we can do for her right now is to trust Afterglow and the pastel*Palettes seniors, and then… wait and hope.”

"Xiao Deng... she certainly wouldn't want to see you like this—"

It's the same old story again...

Does she really care?

"Isn't Takamatsu Akari also your friend?" Koshimura Sawa slammed down his chopsticks, his voice rising abruptly, filled with suppressed frustration. "Aren't you worried about her at all?!"

"Or do you think all my efforts and worries are just my arrogance? My haughtiness? Just wishful thinking and self-pity?!"

"Is this all you do—condescendingly advise those who are working hard to 'wait and see,' while you stand idly by?"

The smile on Nagasaki Motoyo's face vanished, replaced by an almost overflowing sadness.

“How could that be…” She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twirling her hair. “It’s just… only after experiencing it once will you truly understand that sometimes, you really… can’t do anything.”

She raised her head, her azure eyes misting over, revealing a heaviness that Yuecunze had never seen before, a weight that had not been shown even when she recounted her mother's past.

"Let me tell you a story." Her voice was clear and gentle, like a stream meandering through a crevice in the rocks.

"A story about a beautiful, fragile bubble."

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The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a slanted glow on the floor, but instead of bringing warmth, it veiled everything in a thin, hazy mist.

"So that's how it is..." Koshimura Sawa let out a long sigh, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Nagasaki Motoyo chuckled self-deprecatingly, her eyes filled with deep remorse. "That's just the kind of person I am—a coward who ruined his teammates, an incompetent priest, someone who only brings misfortune to those around him..."

“No.” Koshimura interrupted her, saying with unusual firmness, “This is not your fault, or rather, it is not anyone’s fault.”

“But Xiaoxiang clearly doesn’t have to—” Nagasaki Motoyo retorted urgently.

"When you saw the Phase Spider," Koshimura looked directly into her eyes and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "didn't you rush in without any hesitation? At that time, were you absolutely certain you would survive? Didn't you ever think you might die?"

Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly froze, her pupils dilating slightly.

"So you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?" Koshimura Sawa continued, "Everything in this world is judged by actions, not intentions, at least that's how I see it."

"Therefore, this matter cannot be simply reduced to simple or wrong. Instead of torturing yourself here with the reason of 'wrong,' have you really asked Toyokawa Shoko if she blamed you?"

"Huh?" Nagasaki Motoyo lowered her head. "I...I dare not..."

"..." Koshimura Sawa was speechless.

You were quite daring when it came to secretly filming and stalking people.

"Also, I'm a little curious," Yuecunze asked, "Since you said everyone in Crychic had given up and fallen into despair, how did you manage to get out?"

“I don’t know.” Nagasaki Motoyo shook her head blankly. “When I woke up, I found myself lying outside the cave, with everyone else unconscious beside me. Sho… he’s disappeared.”

This is strange.

It's you again, Toyokawa Shoko.

Koshimura Sawa frowned, recalling how she had once appeared at the same time in the underground warehouse in the suburbs and in Ikebukuro.

Is this really something that can be achieved by just one school of thought on time?

What secrets are you still hiding...?

“Actually, what I wanted to say was,” Nagasaki Motoyo took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and looked at Koshimura Sawa again, “that we all survived in such a desperate situation. It means... that miracles have indeed been on our side.”

"So... Xiaodeng will definitely be alright."

"I hope so..." Koshimura sighed softly, looking at Nagasaki Motoyo's slightly reddened eyes.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have yelled at you just now."

“It’s alright.” Nagasaki Motoyo smiled at him.

Bathed in the afternoon light, her tear-streaked face was tinged with gold, the fine downy hairs turning a surreal beauty, like fragile glass.

For a moment, Koshimura was so engrossed in watching that he was almost lost in thought.

“When I was little, I asked my mother,” Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly said softly, “What does it feel like to like someone?”

“My mother told me that it means… to laugh when someone is laughing and to grieve when someone is grieving.”

“That’s how I am now.” Her gaze refocused on Koshimura Sawa’s face. “I’ll laugh when you laugh, and I’ll grieve when you grieve.”

"Seeing you so sad and down... makes me sad too."

"So, Koshimura-kun..." She leaned forward slightly, her voice tinged with a pleading tone, "Please stop torturing yourself like this, okay? For... the sake of those who care about you?"

No, why are we suddenly going straight to the point?

Koshimura was a little confused. It wasn't that she thought there was anything wrong with what she said, but if someone suddenly starts talking to you about their childhood, then she's most likely...

"I..." He opened his mouth, unsure how to respond to this somewhat heavy emotion.

“Oh, right.” Nagasaki Motoyo seemed to suddenly remember something, took out her phone, and swiped her finger across the screen a few times. “Aine-chan… also told me some… well, 'interesting' things.”

"For example... what's with that ability to heal yourself by kissing a girl?" She looked up, her bright blue eyes smiling as she looked at Koshimura Sawa.

Cold sweat instantly poured down Koshimura's face.

"Let me explain, it's not what you think—"

"Alright," Nagasaki Motoyo interrupted him with a smile, "I'm not an unreasonable person. After all, the situation was urgent, and it was the only way to save a life, right?"

Nagasaki Motoyo, are you also going to be canonized?

"But... could you please let me go first next time?" She tilted her head slightly and squinted at Koshimura Sawa.

Koshimura Sawa felt he was starting to struggle.

Who raised this Fiora? My health bar was empty before I even finished her fourth ultimate attack.

“Oh, right.” Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly moved closer to him, their bodies almost touching.

Her gaze fell on Yuecunze's bloodshot eyes, his tired expression, and his disheveled bangs.

While Koshimura was still thinking, Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him to the side.

He was caught off guard and fell to the side. Instead of hitting the hard armrest of the sofa as he expected, he was met with an amazing elasticity and a soft touch.

A scent of lavender immediately filled his nostrils.

Feeling this strange sensation, Koshimura suddenly stiffened.

I'm referring to the body.

Wait, could this be the legendary lap pillow?!

Koshimura Sawa is now in a dilemma. Above him are the girl's towering curves, and below him... Oh my god, I don't even want to think about it.

He could only turn his head to the outside and dared not move at all.

Kids, lap pillows aren't actually as comfortable as you might think; they can be a bit uncomfortable and can't compare to a well-designed ergonomic pillow.

So none of you should try to take it from me.

Yuecun Ze quickly recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra silently: "The Dharma transcends the mundane and the sacred, like an illusion..." No, it seems he mispronounced it.

The aromatherapy scent lingering around the nose quickly relaxes the tense nerves, and the accumulated fatigue bursts forth instantly.

A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and Yuecunze unconsciously closed his leaden eyelids, his body gradually relaxing.

After a short while, his breathing became even.

are you asleep?

Nagasaki Motoyo secretly looked down at the boy's tightly closed eyes and long eyelashes. His eyes, which usually held a hint of a smile or a playful expression, were now filled with an unguarded calm.