Hayato nodded in sudden understanding.
Damn it, I almost forgot.
Yayoi is a genuine old Japanese flag.
Tokyo's masters are the real masters.
So, wouldn't she know the temperature in Tokyo better than him? Wouldn't she understand how hot Tokyo is?
He was counter-killed.
Hayato thought for a moment, preparing to make his final rebuttal:
"Then how did Yayoi-sensei see me?"
The implication was, were you also at the hotel, old lady?
Yayoi-sensei smiled sweetly, "I saw you three coming out of the hotel with my own two eyes."
The implication was, don't try that with me, I saw you from outside.
Looking at Yayoi-sensei's cheerful expression, Hayato knew she wasn't lying. It seemed he couldn't get the upper hand with this School nurse.
"Stop talking nonsense, help me out," Yayoi said.
Hayato sighed. He himself was completely uninterested in these rumors, but for the sake of Miyajima Sakura and Kobayashi Ayaka's reputation, he still retorted a couple of sentences:
"We only went into the love hotel to take a bath."
"Playing quite wild, aren't we?"
"A plain bath."
Yayoi narrowed her eyes, her face saying, "Do you think I believe you?"
Hayato saw that she didn't believe him, so he didn't intend to say anything more.
He took several plastic bags, all of which were heavy.
Looking inside, besides vegetables, there were also things like beer and sauces.
However, the bags Yayoi handed to him were actually the lighter ones; the meat and fruits still in her hands were the heaviest.
Hayato weighed the bags with his slightly thick right hand.
After some of the weight was distributed, Yayoi's expression was clearly much more relaxed, and even her aching arm, which had been trembling slightly, stopped.
"Help me carry them to the subway entrance," Yayoi said. "We can rest there."
But it was clearly still a bit strenuous to walk that far in one go, so Yayoi lifted her chin and pointed to a small platform.
It was said that this platform was usually used for speeches, and occasionally politicians would come here at night to campaign for votes.
However, Hayato had never seen it.
He looked at Yayoi, sighed again, then bent down and grasped the two heaviest bags in his hands.
Yayoi was startled: "Hey, be careful, don't overdo it!"
She saw Hayato's thin arms and legs and clearly thought he was an otaku with no strength, so she didn't place too much hope on him.
She thought he had already reached his limit just by carrying the few plastic bags she had handed him.
"Let's go, don't waste any more time," Hayato turned around.
Yayoi froze for a moment, then quickly followed his steps.
She followed very closely, afraid that Hayato might accidentally drop meat or eggs on the ground. The vegetables didn't matter, but if he injured the boy's arm, her sin would be great.
She originally thought that Hayato was just like any ordinary high school boy, eager to show off and prove his strength in front of her.
But she never expected that he could walk so briskly, showing no signs of effort.
After walking for a while, Yayoi sighed again.
It really is true that you can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure a dick with a ruler... This brat is not only young but wise, but he also has a lot of strength, yet his arms look like thin sticks...
Yayoi-sensei walked two steps at a time to Hayato's side and said with a smile:
"A boy's right hand is indeed thicker, is it because you use it often?"
Hayato didn't think much of it.
But after seeing Yayoi's wicked, raised eyebrow, he confirmed that this woman was indeed making a lewd joke at him.
Hayato thought for a moment: "I'm a practical person."
"Oh?" Yayoi-sensei narrowed her eyes and said, "As expected of a boy who can stay in a hotel with two girls at once..."
"I told you it's not like that—" Hayato felt a headache coming on.
Because Hayato bore most of the weight for Yayoi, she was able to free up a hand and pat Hayato's shoulder hard: "It's normal for young people to be full of energy! But don't worry, I won't spread it around."
Aiya Yayoi was never a woman who liked to meddle.
She was just a School nurse; she only needed to manage what a School nurse should manage.
Even if she gave a long lecture full of grand principles, the principal wouldn't pay her extra.
Besides, she had truly seen it with her own eyes: the atmosphere when he, Miyajima Sakura, and Kobayashi Ayaka came out of the hotel together was quite good.
The most important thing in life is to be happy.
Aiya Yayoi just wanted Hayato to help her carry her things into the subway.
Her home was in Shikenjaya, which wasn't far from Shibuya Central Street, but definitely not close either.
Although Yayoi was taking advantage of Hayato, she wasn't so heartless as to want to drain him dry.
So, she reached out to Hayato, "Here, give them back to me"—but the words hadn't even left her mouth.
Hayato naturally followed her into the subway.
Yayoi was startled, looking at the brat strangely.
The latter's handsome face showed no trace of flattery or a desire for her gratitude; it was just as indifferent and calm as ever.
Huh? Aiya Yayoi paused, could this brat be more of a gentleman than she imagined?
He's quite considerate of ladies! In fact, Aiya Yayoi was also worried that getting off the subway at Shikenjaya would be difficult…
No wonder he's quite popular with girls. Yayoi thought, most high school girls are still quite pure; if you just show them some gentleness, and you're handsome enough, you can win their favor.
This brat had both of these qualities.
But then again.
Yayoi confidently smoothed her red short hair. I, as an older sister, am past that age; don't think you can charm me that way.
Aiya Yayoi had been a high school School nurse for eight years, and although she couldn't fully grasp the thoughts of high school boys, she had a pretty good idea.
She was sure that even if this brat didn't bring it up himself, as long as she said nice things like "You don't have to go to all this trouble" or "Thank you for your hard work," he would definitely try to show off his charm and seduce her with words like "It's no trouble," "It's all worth it for you," or "Hmm, it's fine… you can call on me next time!"
Heh, acting cool in front of an older sister, then I won't ask; I'll let you stew.
Yayoi smiled disdainfully.
Then they got off the subway.
Yayoi walked in front, and Hayato followed behind her.
He didn't walk fast, but he followed her steps unhurriedly, maintaining his silence the whole time.
"Let's see when you'll ask for credit!"—Yayoi thought this, but they were almost home, and Hayato hadn't even moved his lips, showing no intention of asking for credit.
This made Aiya Yayoi feel a bit uneasy in her conscience.
They walked a bit further and were already at the entrance.
Forget it, forget it, just give this brat a chance to show off.
"Brat, th—" Yayoi sighed.
But Hayato interrupted her: "Yayoi-sensei."
Then Yayoi's hands sank; Hayato returned all the plastic bags to her.
Immediately after, Hayato pointed to the right side of the street.
"I'm home; you're on your own now," he said.
"Eh?" Aiya Yayoi froze.
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