Xiaoquan Aonai really wanted to rush over to take pictures and touch the smooth texture of the sofa, but in order to make the dream last longer, she restrained her impulse and obediently followed the other three people upstairs.
Fifth floor, room 501.
Xiaoquan Aonai sat at the stylish dining table and watched herself busy behind the cooking counter with great satisfaction.
What a good woman, even though she clearly couldn't do anything herself.
"Aonai, which university did you graduate from?"
"Aonai?" Akiko, who was watching the TV drama behind her, repeated loudly, "Kid, are you crazy? Overindulgence?"
"It doesn't look like it." Miyazaki Mieko judged professionally.
Xiaoquan Aonai ignored these two, the relationship wasn't good, so why should she—the future her—cook?
Xiaoquan Aonai was tasting the saltiness of the miso soup.
"Waseda, I've mentioned it many times in class."
"Waseda? The Waseda in Tokyo?"
