I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"what happened?"

Nagase Tsukiyo went into the room and saw Kitahara Ai hugging Saito Haruka tightly, her face full of terror.

Is there a pervert?

"Moon...Moon Night Sister! There's a cockroach! A huge cockroach!" Kitahara Ai cried out, "A really big one!"

It can even fly!

"Cockroaches?" Nagase Tsukiyo said, puzzled. "Is that why?"

"Oh, it's just a cockroach, nothing to worry about," Saito Harutori said with a smile.

For the people of Hokkaido, cockroaches are practically invisible.

Some people in Hokkaido have never even seen a cockroach in their entire lives, and if they do, it's only the size of a fingernail.

For example, these three beautiful girls have never even seen a cockroach in person, so naturally they have no idea how terrifying the Tokyo cockroaches are.

Unlike the relaxed Hokkaido girl, Kitahara Hakuba looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Why ask? Because he's afraid too.

The mother at home is not afraid of cockroaches; the soles of her shoes are her weapons of attack.

His grandmother, who lives far away in the countryside, is even more amazing. She can make cockroaches burst with their juices with her bare hands. She is the god that Kitahara Hakuba has worshipped since he was a child.

But now, he can no longer be afraid.

He had to shoulder his responsibilities in front of the female student and his younger sister.

"Xiao Ai, give me your slippers."

Why not use yours!

"I'm leaving."

"Oh no!!!" Kitahara Ai hurriedly took off the slippers she was wearing.

Kitahara Hakuba entered the room.

"Next to the trash can!"

I mustered up the courage to move it, but didn't find anything.

"No?"

"Then he must have crawled under the table!"

Move it aside, but didn't find it.

"you sure?"

"That's strange. I only screamed once, how did it disappear all of a sudden?"

When she moved her board game box, a large cockroach suddenly scurried out.

Because of habitual thinking, Kitahara Ai turned on the background music of a girl screaming and immediately hid behind Saito Haruka.

The three girls from Hokkaido were seeing a giant cockroach for the first time, and they all showed expressions of surprise.

"Isn't this just a beetle? What's so scary about it?" Nagase Tsukiyo said, puzzled.

To them, cockroaches and beetles are the same; there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even Kanzaki Eri looked confused, but wasn't panicked; she was just amazed at how fast this creature ran.

The Hokkaido girl doesn't understand the hardships of Tokyoites, and Kitahara Hakuba's adrenaline surges like never before, making every slap powerful.

*Snap!*

It hit him squarely, but he was afraid he wasn't completely cleansed, so he stomped on it hard, and you could hear a "crackling" sound as it broke.

Upon closer inspection, it had already burst open.

"It's over, I can't use this floor anymore," Kitahara Ai gasped, relieved to be alive.

"Alright, you guys can go back to sleep."

Kitahara Hakuba, his heartbeat gradually slowing down, took out more than ten tissues before daring to wrap the cockroach in them and prepare to throw it into the trash can.

"I threw it in the bathroom trash can!"

"trouble."

Back in his room, lying on the bed, Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something.

In the chaos just now, he definitely saw it!

And it's incredibly clear! The outlines are very distinct!

He was right after all!

Nagase Tsukiyo was indeed wearing nipple covers while playing the game!

Chapter 243, Section 242: You are still some distance from the national gold medal (4K)

At six in the morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor. (Seeking book help. Error-free content.)

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a room that was all too familiar, with a faint scent of wooden furniture in the air.

In Hokkaido, air conditioning is not needed in Kitahara Hakuba at night, but it is necessary in Tokyo.

He yawned and prepared to get up, but felt that the bed was a bit crowded. He moved his hand and touched something soft.

Kitahara Hakuba stared blankly to the side, where Kitahara Ai lay peacefully asleep on the bed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently with her breath.

It startled him, but luckily it was his sister.

Remember the original website domain name?

Kitahara Hakuba shifted his position on the edge of the bed and asked, "When did you come in?"

“Last night,” Kitahara Ai said, with one eye open, “I was afraid there were still cockroaches in the room, so I felt safer with my brother.”

“You should go downstairs and find your mother.” Kitahara Hakuba sighed and stood up.

Although his two younger sisters are quite attractive, he just can't get sexually aroused.

Kitahara Hakuba finished washing up and went downstairs. His mother had already cooked breakfast.

Milk, toast spread with blueberry jam, fried egg sprinkled with soy sauce, and a piece of fish.

"Would you like some mixed rice?" Kitahara's mother opened the rice steamer, next to which was a common dish called "natto".

My parents really enjoy this natto; it seems like older generations especially love this kind of sticky, gooey stuff mixed with rice.

But for Kitahara Hakuba, putting it in was like eating glue; he never understood what was so delicious about it.

"Don't eat."

"Hakuba, what do the three of them like to eat for breakfast?" Kitahara's mother asked.

"It definitely won't be natto."

Kitahara's mother gave him a somewhat disapproving look and said, "They probably drink milk or something in the morning, right?"

"How would I know?" Kitahara Hakuba sat in his seat; he hadn't asked either.

"I should have asked yesterday."

"It's okay, they won't be picky."

In his mind, these three girls were not too spoiled, and they all knew the most basic manners.

After quickly finishing my meal and putting my plate in the sink, I went back to my room to get my bag and happened to run into Nagase Tsukiyo, who was coming downstairs.

She was still wearing the slip dress she wore last night. From below, the girl's legs looked long and elegant on the steps, and the air was filled with a milky aroma that was no less than that of warm milk.

However, her hair looked a little messy compared to usual.

"Teacher Kitahara, are you leaving already?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked, standing directly on the stairs.

The girl's exposed shoulders were not broad, but rather had a perfectly rounded shape.

At this moment, her breasts, legs, and shoulders became the most alluring parts of the young girl, attracting Kitahara Hakuba's gaze from time to time.

"Well, it's better to arrive early just in case."

Kitahara Hakuba walked up to her and casually asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded; her soft, rounded breasts were particularly alluring beneath the smooth fabric.

"I'd like to ask, are you going back tomorrow?"

“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba knew what she wanted to ask and said with a smile, “If you don’t mind, you can continue to stay here tonight, and we’ll go back together.”

“Okay.” Now that things had come to this, Nagase Tsukiyo had no intention of refusing anymore.

Kitahara Hakuba returned to his room, grabbed his briefcase, and went downstairs.

As I put on my shoes in the entryway and pushed open the door, a wave of heat hit me, as if the whole world was enveloped in an invisible steamer.

The distant skyscrapers distorted slightly in the heatwave. Kitahara Hakuba felt like a skewer of meat that could flip itself over. Oh no! It's September and it's still so hot. I want to go back to Hokkaido.

At the Kitahara residence, Nagase Tsukiyo returned to her room after using the restroom.

Birdsong could be heard outside the window. It was only a little past six o'clock, and Huili and Qingniao were still fast asleep, so we had to be quiet.

She took off her sundress and raised her hand to remove the bra straps, but then remembered that she had already taken them off before going to bed last night.

After changing my clothes, I went downstairs.

"Miss Tsukiyo." Hearing footsteps behind her, Kitahara's mother turned around and smiled, "Did Hakuba's movements on the stairs wake you up?"

"No, no, I usually get up this early."

Nagase Tsukiyo quickly explained, a troubled smile on her face, "Auntie, if you'd like, please just call me Tsukiyo."

She simply couldn't accept being addressed as "Miss" afterward.

"Oh, oh, oh—" Kitahara's mother nodded, then asked with some concern, "How are you? Are you sleeping well here?"