"Hey? If you say so, you will have to train here every morning in the future?"

"Yes, you...you should also participate?"

"Ah haha... I'll refuse this. But in this case... I'll make breakfast for you every morning. When you take a shower, I can also help you wash the clothes you changed.

Well, I will separate your clothes from Ji Feng well, and I will also take them to me when drying, so you will feel more at ease, right?"

"Uh...I haven't thought about this, but that's not bad.

In this way... I have to leave a few items of change of clothes here. How about putting them there? Youxi's place is more empty than Jifeng's place, so it doesn't matter if I put anything casually, right?

Now ~ Youxi, is that OK?"

"Can."

At dusk, in the kitchen of Ji Feng's house, Suzumiya Haruhi seemed to have become friends with Asakura Ryoko and Nagato Yuki.

At this time, they were preparing supper for Ji Feng... To be precise, they were preparing supper for themselves, and they brought out Ji Feng's portion at will. However, the only ones who really did it were Haruhi and Asakura. Yuki and Ji Feng moved the chair to the door of the kitchen, one looked down and the other looked down at the computer, which could only play the role of "chat with you".

"It's great that someone helps with the laundry. To be honest, I'm still wondering if I'm looking for a laundry shop to help me with my clothes for a long time.

But you don’t have to worry about underwear and socks, it doesn’t matter if you just throw it away after exercise every morning.”

At the door, Ji Feng, who stared at the laptop screen with both eyes, seemed to explain Asakura very lightly, but Asakura immediately chuckled and said to him openly:

"Ah...it's OK, I don't mind.

Not to mention that this is a bit too wasteful, the garbage disposal method in Japan is different from that in China. The garbage you generate every day cannot be thrown into any garbage bin outside at any time. It must be piled up at a designated location at a specified time.

There is a garbage recycling calendar posted in the bulletin board downstairs. You can also log in to the Municipal Office’s website to check it out.

In addition, old clothes, paper, such as renewable waste and kitchen waste, must not be thrown together. They must be sorted in advance. Old batteries and lighters must also be discarded in separate transparent plastic bags.

If you have to throw away your used panties and socks every day, you can only throw them into a bag and save them for a week before throwing them away. And I think even if you don’t bother, doing so will cause trouble for the workers who sort the recyclable garbage, so let me wash it for you.”

"Uh... I forgot about garbage sorting. Although I often saw it in animation and movies in the past, when I really lived here, I was still like in China.

After you say this, I think it is more appropriate to ask you to help me wash it. Thank you very much.

In addition, please help me sweep the garbage and other things. Fortunately, I don’t eat snacks or drinks, and there is no garbage except instant noodles bags, biscuit bags and other things."

Originally, Ji Feng still had the most basic sense of shame for a young man. At least he planned to solve the things like underwear and socks by himself. However, after hearing about Japan's super troublesome garbage classification regulations from Asakura, he felt that his shame was not worth mentioning at all compared to this annoyance. In this case, he might as well throw away his shame and leave all these daily trivial matters to Asakura Ryoko to solve.

This is not because he is too lazy, it is because Japan's garbage disposal method is too troublesome. Ji Feng can guarantee that even if his mother comes to Japan to live, she will be annoyed by this perverted rule.

"I said, since you're embarrassed, why don't you learn to wash your underwear and socks by yourself?"

Perhaps he could no longer bear Ji Feng's shamelessness. Chunri, who was working, finally turned around and asked him back, but Ji Feng immediately raised his face with confidence and made a counterattack:

"I think you are not qualified to talk about me on this issue, right? If my understanding was not a problem, your words would be like a default Asakura can wash your underwear and socks for you, right?

If you ask your classmates to wash these things for you, won’t you blush at all? At least I’ll feel a little embarrassed compared to you!”

"Hmph...If I had to leave my coat to Ryoko to wash, but I had to wash my underwear and socks by myself, wouldn't that be too pretentious!

As long as you treat Ryoko as the maid at home or the manager of the club, then there is nothing to be embarrassed to ask her to help wash clothes, right?"

Like Ji Feng, Haruhi's answer was also very reasonable. The two of them were just a feather and colluded. However, Asakura, who took the initiative to come to help them cook and wash clothes, just smiled gently, while Yuki, who "seemed" asakura's friend, was just quietly reading large-scale science fiction novels. No one expressed indignation at the oppression and exploitation that Asakura was subjected to.

So Ryoko Asakura became a maid who was shared by everyone - Ji Feng, Haruhi and Yuki, and also became a club - the name was not determined and the content of the event was not determined. For the time being, she was just a manager in an illegal organization that exercised every morning.

After that, Haruhi was shameless and flirted with a luxurious beef hotpot with A5-level high-quality wagyu beef as the main ingredients at Ji Feng's house, and then wiped his mouth and returned to his home with satisfaction, leaving the task of cleaning up the mess to Yuki and Asakura who lived up and downstairs on Ji Feng's house - but in fact only Asakura was working alone.

After Ji Feng completely abandoned his originally not-so-satisfied sense of shame, he felt at ease and enjoyed his success like Kasumi.

After he had enough food and drink, he continued to sit in front of the dining table to watch TV, but even though he saw Asakura holding plates and wiping the table like his mother, he didn't go to help the handle. Instead, he launched the special stunt "ignoring the figures blocking the TV" without blushing, staring at the second-dimensional beauty on the TV with his eyes straight.

If you have nothing to do, you will either be traitor or steal.

Anyway, everything Asakura Ryoko is doing now is purposeful, after all, she is a subordinate of the information integration body.
Chapter completed!