Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 450 - 212. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: In the future, we will surely look back on these moments with a smile (9)

Under normal circumstances, whether in reality or in light novels, when a girl visits a boy’s home, she usually tries to consciously or subconsciously make a good impression, right?

Who would have expected them to start arguing at the dining table in front of the parents?

Dubian Che had always felt that the girls around him were somewhat unusual; they were exceptional, but in some ways, always beyond ordinary people.

"That," facing the stares of the two young ladies, Dubian Che carefully chose his words, "both of you are people of firm minds, and while it is said that the truth becomes clearer as it is debated, debate alone is certainly not enough for you."

"And," he continued, "how about we put this off until we get back to Tokyo? Rest well these few days and experience the New Year’s celebrations in the countryside."

Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao Meijie glanced at each other and continued eating without a word.

Picking up chopsticks, drinking soup, eating side dishes—their movements were exactly in sync.

Is their relationship good, or is it bad?

Dubian Che withdrew his gaze from them and gestured to his stunned parents that there was no need to overreact and that they could continue eating now that he had handled the situation.

Jiutiao Meijie felt annoyed the moment she saw his exaggerated and smug expression.

Under the table, she spread apart her big toe and second toe and gave his calf a twist.

The two young ladies finished eating first, did not stay in the living room, and went upstairs to their rooms to take turns bathing.

As he watched them leave, Mrs. Dubian asked in a low voice:

"Little Che, are you and Lin..."

"Friends."

"I didn’t finish my question yet."

"Whether you finished or not, we are friends."

Dubian Zhi looked suspiciously at her stubborn son.

"Mom, no matter how you look at me, we are still just friends."

"Is that so?" Mrs. Dubian’s mother pressed her lips together meaningfully, with a slight smile.

Mr. Dubian remained silent, seeming unconcerned about his son, but actually letting him make his own decisions.

A mother’s love is full of warnings and advice, while a father’s love is silent.

After dinner, Mr. Dubian went next door to drink with someone, and Dubian Che helped his mother clean up the dishes.

Once the dishes were washed and he returned to the living room, he squatted by the stove to roast and eat mochi, while Dubian Zhi switched channels on the TV. That’s when Kiyono Lin, who had changed clothes, walked in with her long hair still moist from the blow dryer.

Her porcelain-like skin, usually as white as snow, appeared slightly reddened from the bath.

Dubian Che glanced at Kiyono Lin looking like this and didn’t think much of it, but Mrs. Dubian couldn’t help but constantly praise her loveliness.

Even the snakes hibernating in the fields, sensing the world with their tongues, could probably tell how much she liked Kiyono Lin.

After praising her for a while, Mrs. Dubian concluded:

"Lin is the cutest girl!"

"Auntie, there indeed isn’t a girl cuter than me around, but there are seven billion people in the world, so it’s very possible that someone prettier than me could appear," Kiyono Lin said in her unique modest way.

"Then Lin is still one of the cutest girls."

"Isn’t that an exaggeration?" Dubian Che couldn’t help but speak up from in front of the stove.

"Well," Kiyono Lin’s gaze shot over, "Mr. Dubian, have you seen a girl cuter than me?"

"Not now, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be in the future."

"Then there isn’t."

"..."

Dubian Che had nothing to say, and Kiyono Lin’s gaze returned, satisfied.

She said to Mrs. Dubian: "Auntie, ’one of’ won’t do. When it comes to cuteness, I still strive to be the only one."

Mrs. Dubian was amused to laughter; she did not realize Kiyono Lin was being completely serious.

"I can’t stand it, do you plan to become even more beautiful?" Dubian Che flipped the mochi over; the crust was golden brown and looked especially appetizing.

"Mr. Dubian, don’t you wish for me to become prettier?" Kiyono Lin asked.

"Whether you’re pretty or not, what’s that got to do with me?"

"That’s disappointing," Kiyono Lin sighed, "I thought you would support all my decisions."

"There is no such thing as supporting ’all decisions’." Dubian Che turned his head back and said, "Just..."

"Just what?" Kiyono Lin asked with a light laugh.

"Nothing." Dubian Che turned his head back to his mochi.

’Mom, you’re laughing too happily!’

Dubian Zhi’s on-looking gaze really irritated him.

The mochi bubbled on the surface and began to soften inside.

On the TV, Kimura Takuya’s "Long Vacation" was playing.

It was a drama that once created a viewership phenomenon, which Mrs. Dubian watched every year.

"Mr. Dubian, could you show me your childhood photos?" Kiyono Lin asked. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"They’re in the third drawer of the bookshelf in my room; help yourself," Dubian Che replied without looking back.

Kiyono Lin stood up, bowed to Mrs. Dubian, and left the living room.

Just as her figure vanished at the doorway, Mrs. Dubian couldn’t resist teasing her son:

"Still saying you’re just friends?"

"Yes, truly friends."

"Do friends show each other their photo albums?"

"Don’t they?"

"Do friends stay over at each other’s house?"

"That’s pretty normal, isn’t it? Everyone does that."

"It’s normal to stay overnight at a friend’s house, but to bring them home for New Year’s?"

"Dubian and I really are friends; we’re just a little closer than normal friends."

"So, our relationship is just a little better than normal friends, huh." Kiyono Lin walked back into the living room.

"You were eavesdropping?!" Dubian Che was incredulous and beside himself with anger, "Kiyono, I hate two things most in life, one, hiding behind the living room; two, eavesdropping!"

"Little Che, watch how you speak!" Mrs. Dubian scolded.

She didn’t realize Dubian Che was bluffing, but could Kiyono Lin not see through it?