"Are you really up for barbecue rice?" Chen Yuan asked again.
"I'm okay with anything," Shen Xiaoran didn't mind and even took out a small wallet, saying generously, "However expensive, I'll treat you."
"I haven't stooped so low as to take a kid's money—keep it," he said lightly, giving Shen Xiaoran's head a gentle knock.
"Such a handsome brother," Shen Xiaoran was charmed by this gesture and couldn't help but sparkle eyed.
"Then call me 'big brother'."
"This is a bit... too much of an otaku thing," Shen Xiaoran said, pursing her lips awkwardly. She could accept that Chen Yuan was a bit of a homebody but didn't want it to go overboard.
"The MAG fans are stealing your family's rice, aren't they?"
"People who are 'chuuni' in real life are a bit scary."
"That's true. I even saw a fat guy at the sports festival wearing an Umaru Cloak—it was kind of terrifying."
It felt like Takanashi Rikka had suddenly appeared in a domestic high school.
