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Hayakawa sprouted demonic horns from his head, his face revealing a sinister, silvery hue. He slowly reached out his hands towards Yotsuba, his ten fingers twisting in mid-air like octopus tentacles, while he uttered eerie sounds: "Hehehe, the pressure of studying lately has been too much, and you've just delivered yourself to my doorstep to vent my frustration!"

After saying that, he pounced on it.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

As Yotsuba screamed, shadows enveloped the entire room.

.........

"what…"

Yotsuba's heart skipped a beat. She hesitated, glancing at Hayakawa, and whispered, "Um, Hayakawa..."

"what?"

Hayakawa looked at her with a puzzled expression, while still opening the door.

"Cough cough..."

Yotsuba coughed lightly, her pretty face slightly flushed as she suppressed her shyness and whispered, "H-related things... are not allowed... tonight..."

"..."

Who would do such a thing to you!

Chapter 419 Chef Hayakawa

"H-related things are not allowed..."

Yotsuba's voice was full of shyness, her little head almost drooping to her chest, her whole body trembling like a quail whose feathers had been soaked by cold rain.

"What nonsense are you spouting? If you're not mentally sound, go see a doctor."

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa's face instantly turned ashen. He had lived a life of integrity and had never been close to women; how could he bear such an insult?

"But…"

Yotsuba glanced at the bedroom, her eyes filled with evasiveness.

"..."

Hayakawa looked at her with disdain, then stepped aside, his face expressionless: "See for yourself."

"Huh?" Yotsuba glanced inside subconsciously, then froze in shock: "What is this?"

Hayakawa's bedroom floor was covered with exam papers, scattered everywhere and looking very messy.

"Is this... the trash I'm supposed to throw away?"

Yotsuba didn't know what those things were, and she was too afraid to reach out and pick them up. After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up and she said, "Do you want me to help you collect and throw away the trash?"

"..."

How can a student not recognize an exam paper? What do you do every day at school? Is it because you've never taken a test seriously and therefore can't recognize it?

Hayakawa said expressionlessly, "Take a closer look."

Yotsuba picked up a test paper with some confusion and glanced at it, then exclaimed in shock, "Huh? This looks like a math problem?"

She stared wide-eyed at the ground: "Could these all be math test papers?"

"They have not only math courses, but also courses for other subjects—all kinds of subjects are available."

Hayakawa said calmly, "When you came in, I was moving the test papers. When you knocked on the door, I lost my grip and they fell. You have to take responsibility and clean them up. Then I'll go cook."

"Okay, I get it now."

Yotsuba squatted down and picked up the papers one by one. As she picked them up, she glanced at the questions on each paper and noticed that the questions on each paper were different. After thinking for a moment, she asked curiously, "Did the teacher give you these papers to compile? Could the questions for next month's exam be from these? The teacher trusts you so much that she gave you the original questions to compile."

"No."

Hayakawa shook his head, saying nonchalantly, "This is my workload for tonight."

Yotsuba froze on the spot, her expression blank as she turned her head to look at Hayakawa, her face full of confusion: "Huh?"

Tonight? All night? So many? That's almost the number of papers in a whole grade's monthly exam! How could anyone possibly finish them all in one night?!

And he spoke so calmly. Is this kind of amount of practice questions normal for him? That's too exaggerated. Has he always been like this?

"You can tidy up now, I'm going to cook."

Hayakawa stood up, looked at Yotsuba's stunned face, and couldn't help but say, "I'll have you write two pages later."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba's pretty face immediately contorted in pain, and she let out a scream: "No!!!"

Hayakawa gave a barely perceptible smile and left the room.

……

Green peppers, potatoes, beef, eel—okay, the ingredients are plentiful.

Wasabi, soy sauce, sake, mirin... all the seasonings are fine, I just replenished them a while ago, that's great.

"Da da da"

Hayakawa first rinsed the rice, then added water and put it in the rice cooker. Next, he cracked three eggs into a bowl and stirred them, intending to make an omelet.

He planned to cook extra: grilled eel, salmon salad, Japanese-style beef rice bowl, green pepper and potato stew, and use the remaining beef to make something else, and then…

Hayakawa took out his phone and used a food delivery app to order some dishes from a nearby restaurant that were inconvenient to make right now but were perfect for dinner.

In total, I made four dishes and ordered three different dishes, plus a staple food. It was obviously too much for two people, but Hayakawa was inexplicably in a high mood and wanted to make more.

At that moment, Hayakawa suddenly remembered that when he was a guest at the Doma family's house at noon, Doma Taihei had happily prepared a table full of dishes to entertain him.

Could it be that my feelings were similar to his back then...?

Hayakawa's expression shifted slightly, and he paused for a moment, a strange emotion gradually spreading through his heart.

How could that be...?

Hayakawa added the beaten eggs to the chopped ham, spread it in a frying pan, added sea salt to taste amidst the sizzling oil, then put on kitchen gloves to roll up the egg and placed it on a plate next to him.

"How's it going?"

A voice came from the side, and then Yotsuba's little head peeked out from beside Hayakawa's face, her round chin resting on Hayakawa's shoulder, looking expectantly at the frying pan.

"Still early."

Hayakawa tilted his head and glanced at her before continuing his work: "You finished cleaning up so quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba puffed out her chest proudly, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Of course, I'm very fast, and not only have I finished packing everything, I've also sorted it by subject for you."

"It doesn't matter whether it's divided into subjects or not,"

Hayakawa smiled and said, "It has to be done in the end anyway."

"This is too much! Can we finish it all in one night?"

Yotsuba muttered a complaint under her breath, her face full of disbelief.

"Have faith in human perseverance."

Hayakawa said earnestly, "Seeing so many papers and feeling like you can't finish is just psychological. Don't give up!"

Four-Leaf said expressionlessly, "...I feel that no matter how much perseverance you have, it's impossible to finish that many."

She glanced at Hayakawa's frying pan, where Hayakawa was preparing to place the eel on the electric grill and was also preparing the sauce to brush on the eel.

Upon seeing this, Yotsuba exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"

"what happened?"

Hayakawa looked over and asked, "Don't you like eel?"

"No, no, I like to eat it."

Yotsuba shook her head, a slightly ambiguous expression on her face, and whispered, "I thought when you said you'd cook for me, you just meant heating up the bento boxes and instant food from the convenience store and supermarket, or maybe some self-heating fried rice... I didn't expect you to be so serious. Isn't grilling fish a bit...?"

"..."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would be so rude to a guest?"

Hayakawa was somewhat speechless: "At least you came, I wouldn't have to make that kind of perfunctory dish."

"It's not just perfunctory, but this is going to be too much trouble for you."

Yotsuba showed a complicated expression, a mixture of happiness and reluctance, and said hesitantly, "I don't want to trouble you like this."

"No trouble."

Hayakawa said, "If you're worried about the wait being too long, I've also ordered takeout. You can eat something to tide you over while the takeout arrives."

"Huh? You order takeout!"

Yotsuba looked up at Hayakawa in shock: "How much did you order? There's no way the two of us can finish it."

If you can't finish it, then leave it.

Hayakawa calmly replied, "After you leave, I'll heat it up and eat it myself."

Chapter 420 Four Leaves: I'm Just My Sister-in-Law

"..."

Yotsuba pursed her lips slightly upon hearing this, and looking at Hayakawa's indifferent profile, she felt a pang of inexplicable pain in her heart, and a sense of heartache.

When she came in, she only noticed that Hayakawa's house was very clean, the room was very large, and the living conditions were very good. But it was only at this moment that Yotsuba remembered that Hayakawa had always lived alone.

I cook for myself, get up for school alone, take care of myself alone, wake up to an empty room every day, and when I come home, there's no response like "you're back."

Living in another city to study must be very tough. How does he cope with loneliness when he feels lonely in such a big house?

Yotsuba suddenly remembered the mountain of test papers piled up in the room earlier. So, when Hayakawa felt lonely, did he pass the time by writing test papers and studying?

Compared to the long periods of solitude, those exam papers didn't seem like a lot.

"..."

Yotsuba lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before looking at Hayakawa and saying, "Hayakawa-san..."

"What?"

Hayakawa glanced at Yotsuba sideways and said, "There's a strange pity in your eyes. I advise you to hide it. I don't accept other people's pity."

Four Leaf paused for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks like a raccoon whose food had been stolen, baring her teeth and claws as she said, "Who pities you! I just wanted to ask if you need my help or something, so it can be faster."

"……Need not."

Hayakawa paused for a moment, then coldly refused.

This guy's gotten so into character again, acting like he's Nino. Helping out? Does he think helping out in the kitchen is easy? I'm worried you'll cut your hand or break a bowl if I ask you to go up and chop vegetables or carry bowls, which would just waste even more time.

"whispering sound."

Yotsuba rarely showed a hint of dissatisfaction, and with a soft snort, she left: "Never mind."

After saying that, Yotsuba left the kitchen. However, she wasn't really angry. Instead, she did what she could. She wiped the dining table that she would be using later, took out some drinks from the refrigerator, and then sat obediently in her chair, making sure she wouldn't cause any trouble for anyone.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Hayakawa called out, "Yotsuba, the takeout must have arrived. Could you get it for me? I can't free my hands right now."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Upon hearing this, Yotsuba quickly got up and walked towards the door.

Hmm? Something seemed off just now...

Yotsuba felt a momentary unease, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She went to the door, cautiously peering through the peephole to make sure it was the delivery person before opening the door and saying, "Hello, this is my delivery."

"Ms. Hayakawa, is it?"

The deliveryman asked a question.

Hayakawa's basic information on the food delivery app did not include her gender, and she was only referred to as Hayakawa, so the delivery driver naturally assumed that Yotsuba was Hayakawa.

Yotsuba blushed upon hearing this address: "Y-yes, I'm Hayakawa."

Calling her by that name makes it feel as if I've already married Hayakawa and am now Hayakawa Yotsuba.

She lowered her head, not daring to speak, took the food from the deliveryman, said "thank you," and quickly closed the door.

"call…"

Yotsuba took a deep breath, then placed the heavy bag of takeout on the floor in the entryway. She covered her face with her hands, feeling an unusually hot sensation when she touched it.

Without even looking in a mirror, Yotsuba knew that her face must be completely red right now.