Tokyo host

Chapter 365 There Must Be
"Everyone, let's go camping!"

On the weekend, in the morning, Nana seemed to raise her hand with great interest, and in her hand, she was holding a guidebook describing camping.

"Camping?" Makoto Futaba, who was sitting at the bar browsing the news, put down his phone after hearing the words.

If you go to the wild and breathe in the fresh air, Suzuki's situation should be better, right?
Since going to the beach a few days ago, the relationship between him and Kaoru Suzuki has undergone earth-shaking changes... and the situation of Kaoru Suzuki is getting better day by day. Makoto Futaba is now trying to keep Kaoru Suzuki from recalling the past, while he It was to find a way to cure Suzuki.

"I want to go!" Behind a certain sofa, a girl with gray hair poked her head out, "I want to go!"

Tang Xiaoke and Tang Xiaoya also had a holiday today, so they ran back.

"Brother Ah Cheng, I want to go too!" Yuko also started to shout.

"Ah Cheng, let's go camping!" Nana also said with a smile in the morning.

Futaba Makoto thought for a while, then looked at the others.

Gong Baiyuyou, who was lying on the sofa, did not move at all, as if she had no intention of expressing her opinion, after all, she was willing to follow Futaba Cheng wherever she went.

But Suzuki Kaoru faced Futaba Makoto's gaze, and just said softly: "Yes."

It seems that everyone has no opinion.

Futaba Makoto nodded and made a decision: "Okay, let's go camping!"

"Long live!"

……

Although it was camping, it was actually the first time for Makoto Futaba.

After all, he is an otaku, so how could he have experience in camping? You must know that Makoto Futaba is unwilling to participate in all kinds of summer camps. Of course... the fact that he was weak and sick when he was young gave him a good reason.

Futaba Makoto counted the number of people going.

Morning sisters, Yuyou Kojima, Lily Coco, Xiaoke Xiaoya, myself Suzuki Ninomiya... huh?

That being said, there seems to be no one who doesn't want to go, right?
Because of the large number of people, and because Makoto Futaba's family didn't have a car, he went to Uncle Gangtian for help and rented a passenger car directly.

morning.

Because everyone wakes up at different times, Makoto Futaba asked everyone to set an alarm clock and gather in the living room.

In the morning, Nana and Yuko were the two most excited. Before the time came, they quickly stood at the door and looked around.

"Won't you have breakfast?" Makoto Futaba asked.

"Not hungry." Nana immediately patted her chest and said.

"I want a sandwich!" Yuko raised her small hand.

"Give."

"hey-hey."

At this time, there was a sound of breaking through the courtyard, Futaba Makoto looked - a girl with long hair was waving a bamboo knife.Although Ninomiya also got up, she still practiced sword in the yard as usual. When it was time to leave, she put away her bamboo knife and went upstairs to take a shower.

Then there are sisters Tang Xiaoke, mother and daughter Sakuragawa...

In the end, Gong Bai Yuyou was the only one who didn't get up.

"This guy, he must have stayed up late, right?" Futaba Makoto glanced at the time. After all, for safety reasons, he had been sleeping with Suzuki Kaoru during this time, and Gong Baiyuyou and the others did not find a chance to attack at night.

Just when Futaba Cheng was about to go upstairs to wake Gong Baiyuyou up, Nana ran upstairs in the morning: "I'll go."

"okay."

After a while, Morning Nana's figure appeared on the railing on the second floor, and the girl shouted in a long voice, "Ah Cheng, the door is locked!"

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

He touched his forehead, and then said, "I don't have a key either, can you knock on the door?"

"It's useless, I knocked."

"What should I do?"

"Shall I climb over the railing from the next door?"

"Then be careful." Futaba Makoto thought for a while, and it seemed to be a good idea.

"Oh!"

After a while, there was the sound of unlocking the lock on the second floor. In the morning, Nana carried Gong Baiyu, who was shrunk in the sleeping bag like a caterpillar, back to the first floor.

Futaba Makoto took a look and found that Gong Baiyu was wearing earphones and an eye mask, with only one head exposed.

Forget it... let's go.

bus--

Driving on the road down the mountain, the bald man held the steering wheel and looked ahead cheerfully.

"Camping, it's really youthful." Uncle Gangtian couldn't help but sighed, "I think back then, I also went camping with my classmates in the club to participate in the test of courage."

"Uncle Gang Tian, ​​didn't you drop out of high school?" Nana asked curiously, "So you also have such an experience?"

"Little girl, you are too much. Although I dropped out of school, I have studied for two years anyway!"

As Uncle Gangtian said, he couldn't help but glanced at Futaba Makoto and the others in the rearview mirror: "Before you know it, you already have so many friends, Makoto."

"At the beginning, I thought you couldn't make friends except Nana-chan."

"How is it possible." Makoto Futaba was speechless, but speaking of it, Nana not only bullied him in the morning, she even refused to let others make friends with her.

In the past, I simply thought Nana was bad in the morning, but now that I think about it carefully, it seems that it was just her possessive desire.

"I couldn't make friends before, it should be thanks to Nana." Makoto Futaba said.

"Hey hey hey..." Nana scratched her head in the early morning, as if she had thought of something, she began to giggle.

The vehicle continues to drive.

Makoto Futaba was sitting with Kaoru Suzuki. Regarding the conversation just now, Kaoru Suzuki's gaze stayed on the scenery outside the window. Her eyes were a little dim for some reason, as if she didn't listen at all.

On the side seat, Nana and Gong Baiyu, who was curled up in a sleeping bag like a silkworm chrysalis, were sitting.

Time passed little by little, everyone in the car seemed to be tired, and because of the morning, they all started to feel sleepy.

Makoto Futaba felt his shoulders sink, and suddenly found Kaoru Suzuki leaning on his shoulders, but his eyes were not closed.

"Sleep for a while?" Makoto Futaba asked.

"Not sleepy." Kaoru Suzuki's tone was a little downcast for some reason.

"What's wrong?" Futaba Makoto seemed to have noticed something, stretched out his hand to pinch Suzuki Kaoru's palm, and found it was extraordinarily cold.

Kaoru Suzuki looked away, and said in a tone that seemed to disbelieve himself: "It's okay..."

It was quite normal before getting into the car.

Although Makoto Futaba was a little puzzled, he probably knew that it might be due to depression.

"I feel... I used to have nothing worth nostalgic for."

After a while, Kaoru Suzuki said in a voice as small as a mosquito.

"Eh?" Makoto Futaba was stunned for a moment, "What does that mean?"

"In other words, there are no good memories... Even if there are, they will be torn to pieces, leaving a mess." Kaoru Suzuki continued, and his head was a little closer to Futaba Makoto's neck.

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

"If there was nothing worth remembering before, then there must be something in the future." Futaba Makoto said, slowly clenched Suzuki Kaoru's palm.

The temperature on the back of the hand made Suzuki Kaoru slowly raise his head, and then tap his chin:
"Ah."

(End of this chapter)