"..."
Uesugi Sakura fell silent, under that sharp gaze, he even began to doubt whether the Hanamaru Hiroki before him was the same Hanamaru Hiroki he knew before.
"I say, you kid, what are you dazing there for? Pour the tea!"
"Ah... okay."
Uesugi Sakura paused for a moment, then noticed the empty cup on the coffee table in front of Hanamaru Hiroki, walked over, picked up the ceramic teapot beside it, and poured a cup of barley tea.
The sound of flowing water, the barley tea in the cup gently swaying.
The lively and clear voice of the NHK host on the TV continued to echo.
Hanamaru Hiroki, with his legs crossed, looked at Uesugi Sakura's hands handing over the teacup without any movement.
"..."
As time slowly passed, Uesugi Sakura's sore arm also began to gently shake.
The light orange barley tea in the cup rippled, reflecting Hanamaru Hiroki's stern expression.
Time continued to pass slowly...
