That makes some sense; Matsuda is certainly not the type to beat around the bush.

"I'm sorry, I wronged you. I'll treat you to fried noodles and bread tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Matsuda Jinpei laughed, standing on tiptoe to put his arm around Fujiwara's shoulders and said, "Are you sorry? Would you like to order more? For example—two fried noodles and bread?"

Zhu Fushigami quietly slowed down his pace and looked at Matsuda, smiling and reminding him:

"Matsuda, you may have forgotten one thing... During the betting at the martial arts gym this day, you owed a lot of debts that you haven't paid back yet."

"Hey, hey, hey, Master Jing, why are you bringing this up again when everyone has almost forgotten about it?"

“Hahahahahaha——”

When they entered the dormitory building, they stopped making loud noises. It was lights-out time and they did not want to disturb other students' sleep.

Ida Hang, who was walking at the end of the team, did not plan to go upstairs directly. Thinking about what happened today, he planned to call his father.

This was a misunderstanding that lasted for fifteen years, and it was finally resolved.

"You guys go up first, I'll go make a call."

Ida Hang's words came out of his mouth, but he didn't expect that someone would agree with him.

Furuya Rei tilted his head and looked at Fujiwara, and asked directly:

"The squad leader is going to call his girlfriend. Fujiwara, what are you going to do if you don't have a partner?"

"I don't have a partner, but I have a family. Is there any problem?" Fujiwara Yu didn't expect Furuya to ask this. He rubbed the back of his neck and answered awkwardly.

It was a lie so poorly made that everyone except Fujiwara Yu could see through it, but no one intended to expose it. They just told them to finish their call and quickly go upstairs to take a shower and rest, so as not to delay their sleep.

"Understood. You go first."