The Delinquent Student is the Savior of the World

Early in the evening, the world outside the window had turned dark, and the entire city had lost a bit of its daytime bustle.

After dinner, tea, and a little TV, Mafuyu and Hiratsuka went back to the next door together.

Haruto looked at the time and said, "Sora, Nanako, it's time for you to take a bath."

"No~"

Nanako acted coquettishly, "Onii-chan, let Nanako play for a while. Nanako can scrub Onii-chan's back~"

Sora glanced at Haruto and said softly: "I agree, Nanako, you keep playing."

Haruto heard this and looked at the girl beside him: "Sora, I smell sweat on your body."

*JIII—*

Sora turned her head, squinting her eyes slightly, then reached out to touch her waist and pinch it.

Over the past few days, Haruto had discovered that the flesh around her waist was very popular.

Luckily, it didn't break the defense, otherwise, this waistline would be completely damaged for eight lifetimes.

"Listen to me first."

Haruto grabbed her hand and held it in his hand. It felt cold to the touch, and quite comfortable.

"Don't you like me?"

"I don't."

Sora pursed her lips, looked at Nanako who was focused on playing games, then pointed to the bedroom. Then, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom. When she reached the door, she leaned against the door and looked back, urging in her heart: "Go in quickly!"

Haruto was silent.

For some reason, he always felt like this scene was like a couple who were having a conflict.

As Haruto was about to get up, he heard Nanako muttering: "Nanako can't see anything, can't hear anything, and can't hear anything. Nanako is still a child and can't eavesdrop or peek."

Haruto moved the corner of his mouth slightly: "Nanako, I'm fed up!"

Nanako turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Nanako also wants to reassure Onii-chan. Remember to give Nanako a gift~"

"Make your favorite food tomorrow."

"Thank you, Onii-chan!"

After dealing with Nanako, Haruto entered the bedroom and saw Sora sitting on the chair with her legs bent, and laptop was already open.

Sora skillfully entered the password and then entered the system desktop.

"This is my computer, Sora."

"Mm."

Sora glanced at him and moved her body, "Sit here. I've finished the comic I was drawing before. Please help me look at it."

"Huh?"

Haruto was a little surprised, initially he thought Sora was just fooling around and would soon give up, but she actually finished it?

"Let me see."

Haruto became a little interested. Although he knew that her comics weren't serious, after all, Sora had worked hard to draw them.

Haruto sat next to her, and the chair suddenly became full.

Sora frowned slightly and said softly: "It's too narrow, you get up first."

"Yeah."

This chair wasn't as big as the chair in the dome room, nor was it comfortable enough for two people to sit together.

Haruto said: "How about I change the chair?"

Sora shook her head slightly, stood up and said, "Don't spend money randomly. If we need to go abroad in the future, it will be very expensive. Besides, I plan to keep drawing new comics recently and try to save money."

"I'm not short of money."

"NO."

Sora pulled him and asked him to sit on the chair, then she sat on his lap. The whole process was quite natural and smooth.

"Your money is mine."

Sora glanced at him, then looked at the computer screen, took out a USB flash drive and plugged it in, "I'll work hard to make money. If you run out of money in the future, you'll obediently follow me."

"I think that's impossible."

"What if." The corner of Sora's mouth lifted slightly and she said softly: "When your superpowers disappear, I can support you in the future. This is called preparing."

However, she didn't know that Haruto's superpowers wouldn't disappear, and even if they did disappear, his current physical fitness was still enough to destroy all youkai and monsters.

Haruto rested his chin on her shoulder, reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, "If such a day comes, I'll obediently let you take care of me."

Sora leaned against his embrace, "We'll talk about it later. How about you help me look at it first?"

Haruto looked at the comic cover on the computer screen and saw a boy who looked exactly like him sitting next to a girl with silver hair and twin tails.

This was actually okay, after all, this was a cartoon, not reality.

However, the key was the two conversations in the bubble boxes next to it, which involved sensitive words like masochism, stockings, and sex.

Very bad.

Even worse than the last time he saw it.

Haruto said with a dark face: "Sora, you've gone too far."

Sora said quickly: "Stop talking nonsense, look at it right away, and be serious. I want to hear your opinion."

Haruto put on a serious face, reached out with the mouse, and immediately switched to the next picture.

These comics by Sora were just pictures one by one at this time, but she clearly put her heart into it, and there was no confusion at all in the order.

As he looked, his face became darker.

This comic wasn't long, clearly just a short story. If he wanted to give it a definition, it was… a shoujo comic.

Because the pictures weren't explicit, but the content was less friendly to him as the protagonist.

After watching him finish reading, Sora turned to the side and looked up, "Haruto, how do you feel?"

Haruto expressionless: "The content is very interesting and makes people look forward to the next plot."

Sora showed a faint smile, "Silly, this is just a cartoon, don't be angry~"

"I'm not angry."

Haruto put on a serious face: "I just want to do the things in the comic to you."

However, Sora didn't panic, nor did she run away shyly, instead, she hugged his neck and immediately approached him.

"Not now, can you wait until you're done showering?"

Among the girls Haruto knew, Nino was like a runaway love train, completely ignoring the consequences and just rushing in front of his eyes.

But Sora was even worse than Nino.

Haruto looked into her eyes and said seriously: "You can do it now, I don't mind."

Sora glared at him, turned around and played the computer, her face flushed: "No, I'm sweaty and it doesn't smell good."

What the heck doesn't smell good?