"I'm back." A female voice said.

The door to the guest room was pushed open, and Miyagawa, wearing a white down jacket, walked in. As if he was afraid that the cool air in the corridor would dissipate the heat that had finally accumulated in the guest room, he immediately slammed the door open again.

Close it. Then she rubbed her hands and covered her ears in the same way.

"Why are you back so soon? How are you with Hirose?" Kitahara heard this voice and asked directly. After hearing Shimokawa's plagiarism story in the teaching and research office, Miyagawa didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only

Silence. This silence caused Hirose's worry. At that time, Hirose's eye circles were already a little red.

Objectively speaking, whether plagiarizing the punctuation marks of sentence fragments in ancient books is a plagiarism issue stipulated in the copyright law or not is a very thorny intellectual property issue.

Even a barrister needs time to think and formulate a countermeasure.

Kitahara said at that time that it would take some time to respond to the plagiarism issue of ancient books. After saying goodbye to Shimogawa, Miyagawa accompanied Hirose to relax on campus. Kitahara himself returned to the hotel first.

"Well...she and I went to eat Kyoto snacks and relax. She was also more cheerful. Later, we said goodbye to each other. Kitahara, I packed a lot of food for you."

There was only a "crackling" sound of the lid of the plastic box being opened, and a strong aroma immediately filled the room with old-fashioned decoration. The plastic box contained yudofu, wagashi, raw Yatsuhashi, and udon noodles.

They are all Kyoto's authentic delicacies. The aroma of noodles wafting out and the white air in the plastic box make people feel a little bit at home in this Japanese-style wooden guest room.

Beihara couldn't help but turn around and look at Miyagawa. At this moment, he saw that this beauty had a women's backpack on her body. The inside of the bag was so bulging that the zipper almost burst out. There was something like

It was like one big brick after another, very heavy. The shoulder strap of the schoolbag could even hold up the down jacket tightly.

"Miyagawa, what's your schoolbag?" Kitahara asked curiously.

Miyagawa took the plastic boxes containing Kyoto snacks and walked over and placed them on the table. At this time, he took off his schoolbag, placed it on the tatami, and put his feet into the kotatsu first.

The schoolbag hit the tatami and made a "clang" sound.

With a "Zhi" sound, Miyagawa opened the zipper of her schoolbag, with a smile on her face, as if she was showing off her trophies to Beihara. Inside were books on copyright law one after another.

There are comprehensive university textbooks, sophisticated works by scholars, practical guidelines written by lawyers, and trial experiences written by judges.

"I borrowed this schoolbag from Hirose," Miyagawa said with a smile. "Then I used her campus card to enter the library of Kyoto University. So I walked around and looked around for books on copyright law.

The book was borrowed. I must seize the time to study it carefully. That Dean Fujimura really went too far. For the sake of Hirose, I must make him deserve what he deserves!"

The slightly raised corners of her mouth showed that the competitive spirit in this female top student was aroused.

Immediately, she took out piles of books and put them on the table, sorting them out as if she was going to study hard tonight.

However, just as this beauty put on a proud look, she suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound coming from her stomach. Although the sound was small, it clearly echoed in the guest room through the heavy down jacket.

Miyagawa's face suddenly turned red, as if he was a little embarrassed, and then he said hurriedly: "I...I have already eaten. Beihara, please eat quickly. If you don't eat, you will get cold."

Kitahara smiled and pushed a few plastic boxes of snacks to the middle of the table, "Let's eat together. I guess you are just busy comforting Hirose and haven't actually eaten much. It's cold now. If you eat less, your body will feel cold.

.”

Immediately, he looked at the snack box in front of him and saw that there was only a pair of chopsticks and a spoon, and then asked: "Do you want a spoon or chopsticks?"

"Spoon... spoon. I'll just drink a little noodle soup. Kitahara, you must try this udon, it's delicious." Miyagawa replied in a low voice, feeling quite embarrassed.

Soon, the two people started moving.

Kitahara started eating with chopsticks, while Miyagawa used a small spoon to scoop up the snacks in the box from time to time.

Sometimes, the chopsticks and spoons of two people will touch slightly.

The plastic box containing the snacks became a shared dish for two people.

"Help... help me clip this, please, Kitahara."

"Um."

The man helped pick up a small pastry with chopsticks and put it on her spoon.

The atmosphere between men and women gradually became somewhat ambiguous.

"I...I'll help you scoop a little of this soup into that little box. The taste of this soup is particularly good, Beiyuan." The woman then used a spoon to put a little more in it.

I don’t know if it’s because the weather is too cold, or if it’s just for the convenience of sharing a small lunch box between two people.

Miyagawa and Kitahara gradually sat closer and closer. Obviously at the beginning, Miyagawa and Kitahara were sitting on different edges. I don’t know when they started sitting together, with their shoulders touching each other’s shoulders.

, in the kotatsu, Miyagawa's legs that would stretch out from time to time would occasionally touch the man next to him.

As if he was deliberately enjoying this rather ambiguous time.

I don't know if all those seemingly careless actions are the designs of the girl next to me.

It was just a few snack boxes like this, but it seemed like I had eaten them for a long, long time.

It was obviously just a snack on the street, but at this moment it looked like a dish cooked at home, conveying a different kind of warmth.

However, this dinner still has an end.

The beauty in the room seemed to be very satisfied as she packed the box. In her slight smile, she didn’t know whether it was because the snacks and delicacies in Kyoto were indeed quite delicious, or because she was able to get closer to the man next to her.

distance. In short, the two small dimples that are slightly sunken on this girl's face are somewhat unpredictable.

The two of them cleared the table together.

We sat together in the kotatsu.

However, as the scent of snacks wafted away, the ambiguous atmosphere just now seemed to fade away. When the table was cleared away, only the cold books on copyright law were left in front of them. These

The law books just borrowed from the Kyoto University library were like holding a weapon in front of a warm mattress. The weapon shone with a sharp cold light, reminding them that the enemy would attack at any time.

For Miyagawa, she wanted to help her good friend Hirose.

For Kitahara, this plagiarism scandal may be the first nail in the coffin of Vice Principal Takeuchi.

One is for friendship as a girl.

The other is to uncover the culprit who plunged himself into huge debt.
Chapter completed!