"A-aren't you done yet… it's been so long, class is almost over."
Inside the single stall, Tachibana's voice was soft and low, with a slurred nasal tone.
A class is forty-five minutes; the cooking took twenty minutes, and now this has taken fifteen minutes, and it's still not over.
There were less than ten minutes left until class ended, her cheeks were so sore, so tired, her fair knees were red from kneeling, and even a little numb.
"Hiss… This kind of thing… isn't entirely… up to me to decide, it also depends on you, Tachibana."
Nobi Hiroshi said with a heated voice, the warm comfort beyond compare; despite such a long time, there was still no sign of ending.
After all, he had been spoiled by the techniques of Shizuka and the wives, so he could only ask clumsy little Tachibana to put in more effort, to try harder.
Striving to finish before class ends, after all, they still had to eat lunch.
"But… but that… it's so uncomfortable…"
The girl glanced at the boy above, her voice filled with infinite shyness, her innocent actions not stopping, but rather she worked harder to lower her head.
Enduring the discomfort in her throat, forcing herself to consume traditional Chinese medicine not suitable for her age, her body naturally felt extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, this red-capped, white-stemmed mushroom doesn't make you lie down flat after eating it.
Tachibana relaxed and became bolder, her face somewhat hazy, tinged with crimson under the influence of the holy relic, slowly adapting to the weapon's power.
Nobi Hiroshi leaned back comfortably, the sensation continuously flowing, warm and tender, he was already on the verge of surrendering his weapon.
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists: "Tachibana, if you don't want that, remember to quickly move away later."
His legs began to tremble, having been stretched to their limit, finally unable to stop shaking.
"It's okay, give it all to Tachibana."
The girl's eyes were full of anticipation, as if she also yearned for the magic that was about to come.
Her voice carried a hint of a sob, as if a premature tremor after her spirit had been compressed to its limit.
How could something obtained after so much hard work be wasted! Of course, it had to be all hers, completely absorbed.
"Cough… cough cough… sobbing~"
Her slender hands tightly clasped Hiroshi's waist, as if afraid he would push her away, the girl's tear-filled eyes were tightly shut, her shoulders tensed, conveying with shallower and shallower breaths…
—her ultimate endurance.
The silence in the air lasted for half a minute.
Nobi Hiroshi, having disarmed, pulled up his pants and held the girl sitting on his lap, gently massaging her reddened knees.
Although he really wanted to do the same for the girl, time did not allow it; he would compensate her next time there was an opportunity.
"Xiao Fu, what are you doing hiding in the restroom all this time? Don't you want to taste the delicious meal I made?"
In the cooking classroom on the other side, Gian 'gently' held Xiao Fu in his arms, bringing over the curry he made with a forced smile.
It was a dark, lumpy mess, very similar! It was hard to imagine it was food made by a human.
"N-no, how could that be? Gian rarely cooks, of course I'm really looking forward to it, but I'm not very hungry right now, why don't you let others taste it first!"
Xiao Fu's mouth twitched slightly, he never thought he would be so unlucky.
Class was almost over, but he unexpectedly ran into Gian in the restroom, accidentally let out a fart that exposed his location, and was unfortunately caught.
"Hahaha, that's right! My Gian's delicious food, ordinary people aren't even qualified to enjoy it, this time you got off easy."
"This time I made a super large portion, I guarantee you'll eat until you're satisfied!"
"What! S-super large portion!"
Seeing the purplish-black, bubbling curry dish Gian held, Xiao Fu's legs instantly went weak with fright.
He stumbled, almost falling to the ground, then tremblingly picked up the spoon, preparing to accept his fate, when Gian suddenly stopped his movements.
"Xiao Fu, my dish looks delicious, doesn't it? But you can't eat this for free."
"You must give this plate of curry to Xiong Zi, otherwise I won't let you eat it."
Gian's face excitedly glanced at Nobita in the distance, his expression thrilled, imagining the look of admiration on her face after she ate his cooking.
"O-okay…"
Taking the curry rice, as if saved, he quickly ran towards Nobita.
As long as he didn't have to eat it, anyone else would do; regardless of whether the bewildered Nobita accepted it, Xiao Fu ran off after delivering the message.
"Wait, Xiao Fu, I don't want to eat it!"
He reached out to block him, but the other person ran too fast; Nobita looked at the disgusting curry in his hand and swallowed, this biochemical-level food definitely couldn't be eaten.
Glancing in Gian's direction, it seemed he wasn't looking this way, so he quietly approached the trash can and quickly dumped all the curry rice.
It wasn't wasting food; it was the person who turned ordinary dishes into red stone who was truly guilty.
"How was it? Did Xiong Zi eat it?"
"Sh-she ate it…"
"Really? What did she think?"
"Xiong Zi said your curry was delicious, Gian… stop shaking my shoulder."
"Is that so, she ate it."
With a lecherous grin, Gian's powerful hand gradually loosened its grip on Xiao Fu's shoulder, giggling foolishly, imagining the beautiful scene in his mind.
…
In the afternoon, after school, Nobi Hiroshi returned home. As expected, Aunt Tamako had thoughtfully turned on the air conditioning, bringing a breath of life to the scorching summer heat.
As Zheng Tai just took off his shoes, his mother eagerly hugged him and brought him into the room. A faint pink glow tinged her eyes, and a moistness brewed within them.
"Aunt Tamako, the anime show is about to start. Nobita will be here soon."
Nobi Hiroshi, feigning ignorance, indulged in his mother's soft embrace, burying his face in her fragrant softness. As always, she wasn't wearing her sacred relic at home.
As for why he said Nobita and not Xiong Zi? Because on the way back, even as a girl, Nobita was still unlucky. He was chased down a street by a stray dog, and his transformation headband fell off, returning him to his original appearance.
Nobi Hiroshi was startled then. It was Doraemon's gadget again. He hadn't expected Nobita to have fallen to such a state.
Although it was a bit disgusting, he didn't want to meddle. Respecting others' wishes, the ending of Southern Liang was Northern Dynasties. Today, Gian's heavy taste didn't seem faked. He hoped the two of them, plus Xiao Zhu, could live harmoniously as a family of three from now on.
(Slap ~ slap ~ strange noises)
"Eh, Mom, why are you closing the door? The TV show is about to start."
Nobita and Doraemon came to the living room door, preparing to watch the Lion Mask anime as usual, but the sliding door was locked from the inside, and there were strange slapping sounds from his mother and a cute male voice inside.
"Nobita… I… I'll open the door right away…"
Hearing the knock on the door, Yuzi inside panicked for a moment, but more than that, it was stimulating.
With an unsuppressable high-pitched sound, Nobita then saw his red-faced mother slowly open the door.
Her messy hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her cheeks. Her face exuded an unusual charm, and her beautiful eyes held a hint of haziness.
"Mom, what's wrong? You look like you're sick?"
Walking into the living room and sitting down, Nobita looked at his mother with some concern, not noticing the dampness on the table. A few drops of clear water had even gotten on the TV remote.
"It's nothing, Mom was just closing the door to test the air conditioner's cooling."
"Nobita, you two watch TV here. I'm going to make you dinner."
His mother glanced at Nobi Hiroshi in the corner, who seemed as if nothing had happened, and staggered out, clutching a sticky mess wrapped in her underwear.
Well, it's cooler when it's empty.
"Hiroshi, can I ask you a favor? Please don't tell anyone else about this headband, okay?"
Nobita pleaded with Hiroshi while changing channels with the remote. He still wanted to enjoy being the T0 version; if others knew, he wouldn't be able to play anymore.
"Whatever you want, but… you won't go into the women's restroom if you use the toilet, will you?"
Looking calmly at Nobita, Hiroshi drank the freshly brewed green tea, his legs crossed, one sock missing.
It had just been gnawed off by his frenzied mother.
"How could I! I'm not that kind of person. I'll take off the headband before going to the restroom."
Nobita patted his chest emphatically, speaking truthfully. Today, he had indeed transformed into a boy in the corner before going to the restroom.
"Hmm, that's for the best then."
After hearing Nobita's words, he felt that the child was even more pathetic. With such a good gadget, he only used it to avoid Gian's violence.
If it were given to him, ahem, he wouldn't even dare to imagine. He would be able to enter and exit freely, gaining all sorts of experiences without hindrance.
"Oh, I just remembered. Shizuka's mother said Yixiong is leaving for a business trip tomorrow morning."
"Shouldn't we prepare a surprise? After all, we haven't had fun in a long time. We have to make sure Uncle leaves with a deep impression."
Slightly turning his head, Hiroshi stared at the time on the wall clock, a mischievous smile on his face, pondering how to spend the last night.