Chapter 7

Chapter 7

In the end, Kishimoto, who finished two bowls of rice with one soup of Cheonggukjang, enjoyed the Sungnyung that my mother brought as a finishing touch.

Its nice to see a young lady eating well.

Hehe! Thank you!

Kishimoto, who ate the Sungnyung without leaving a grain of rice, soon got up and told me.

Then lets go, Kim-kun.

Where?

You said youd show me your room.

Then, my mother, who was next to us, listening to our conversation, covered her mouth with her hands and expressed admiration.

Oh my, are you two already like that?

No, were not.

I got up from my seat after cutting my mothers words while she was trying to tie me up with Kishimoto.

Then, Kishimoto followed along.

Lets go.

Yeah! Goodbye!

Okay! Come back to eat again!

I got out of the store before my mother was more obnoxious.

My house was renovated from an old wooden mansion, the first floor was used as a store and the second floor as a residential space.

If you go out of the restaurant and follow the iron stairs outside, you will find a door to the residential space on the second floor.

Thud

Excuse my intrusion.

Since both parents were away, Kishimotos voice echoed in the house where no one was present.

I took off my shoes at the front door and went straight into my room on the right side of the hallway.

Kishimoto, who followed me back into the room, exclaimed her surprise when she saw the inside.

Wow! This is a boys room!

She looked curiously at the exercise equipment that filled the room.

Most of the time, I went to the gym near my house to work out. At home, it was only equipped with a variety of items so that I could simply warm up.

The room was small, so I took out of the bed the dumbbell and barbell and I put an angle-adjustable bench.

She looked down curiously at the angular dumbbells standing sideways.

Is this one 50kg? Those dumbbells are heavier than me.

If youre curious, do you want to hold it?

Then Kishimoto, who was curious and said, Shall I? and tried to hold the dumbbell with both hands.

Hrrmph!

But the dumbbell didnt even budge.

Kishimoto struggled until her face turned red, and gasped. She stepped back and was angry at me.

Was it really made for people to hold it?

I immediately lifted the dumbbell with one hand in front of her.

Then Kishimoto, who was looking at the dumbbell and me alternately with an expression of ridiculousness, sat on the empty bench.

I want to try the bench press that I saw on TV!

How much weight?

Hmm? 10kg since its my first time?

When I heard that, I shook my head as I was folding my arms.

Sorry, there is no unit of 10kg in the bench press.

Then Kishimoto tilted her head.

Huh? But isnt it 0kg if its just an empty stick?

I immediately corrected the common illusion of fitness beginners.

No, I believe you. Actually, I know that Kim-kun just likes manga for boys.

As she said so, she opened an unexpected story.

Actually, I really like manga, too. Especially the one for boys.

Manga for boys?

It was a modest hobby that didnt go well with her gorgeous-looking Gyaru appearance.

Oh, you thought it doesnt match with me, right?

No.

Lie! When you lie, your right eyebrow wiggles

When I heard that, I accidentally touched my eyes and soon realized that I had been tricked by her.

In the end, I had no choice but to admit the truth.

youre right.

Well, Ill forgive you this time. To be honest, when I was in my hometown, my friends reacted the same way.

As she said so, Kishimoto, who laughed, put her hands together on her knees and said,

Did I tell you before? My fathers job.

I shook my head.

Come to think of it, I told her all the details, but I never heard about her family.

Then Kishimoto took a break and opened her mouth.

Actually, my father is a mangaka. Hes one of the most popular.

In that case, I could understand why Kishimoto liked manga for boys.

If my father was a mangaka, I would have naturally grown-up reading manga since I was very young.

Its quite a unique hobby for a high school girl these days, right? I liked it alone because I didnt have anyone to talk to, and it just happened that Kim-kun also liked reading the jump.

After saying that, she crouched her neck shyly, looked up at me with her slightly raised green eyes and said,

If you dont mind, can you keep being friends with me?

I was momentarily at a loss as to how to respond to her very cautious friend request.

If I said OK there, wouldnt the original story be more twisted as it was?

Such an idea stroked me naturally.

What should I do?

I didnt want to get involved in the main story of scrambled love.

Because I thought it would destroy my peaceful school life.

But just for that, could I trample on the little courage of the girl in front of me?

Afraid of the yet to come future, just running away without fighting back.

Wasnt that too cowardly as a man?

.

I came to a conclusion after some consideration.

Kishimoto.

When I called her name in a low voice, her shoulders trembled as she waited for an answer with a nervous face.

Clatter

I shouted as I held out a glass of barley tea to her.

Normally, I dont bring home people who arent friends.

She carefully took the barley tea with both hands.

Staring in her eyes firmly, I said,

You were my friend from the start.

Only then did Kishimoto smile brightly like a sunflower, as if the tension was relieved.

Thank you.