"I don’t know"

When it comes to tears, Uiharu Kazari seems a little depressed.
"No one answered the phone. I’m too busy. I haven’t had a chance to go to the dormitory to find her these two days. I don’t know what she does."
"I see."
Seven nights nodded again and seemed to think.
I haven’t been in touch for two days …
Sure enough, you should have chased it directly?
"Na na, you’d better help solve the fantasy charioteer thing quickly."
"Well … call me a’ lover’ and I’ll help."
“……”
Misaka Mikoto did not speak.
Shiraishi and Uiharu Kazari are a bit strange.
"Niang?"
"Niang wheel?"
"It’s liang and ren, my lover."
The pronunciation is too nonstandard, so I corrected their statements in seven nights.
But this is not the point.
"What does this mean?"
Neither Shiraishi nor Uiharu Kazari is white.
After all, it comes from Chinese vocabulary, and some Chinese people are not too white. After all, it has been many years since this name evolved, and many words have changed their meanings.
Like a husband.
Should I say that this word used to be used to address my father-in-law in the palace?
But none of this matters.
Chapter two hundred and three What the hell …
"A lover is a lover. My little niece is full of your most sincere feelings. Come and listen and I will help."
Seven nights didn’t want to explain too much and then looked at Misaka Mikoto.
Smiling looks like a slap in the face
And Misaka Mikoto seems to be some nai.
Then at Shirai Black and Uiharu Kazari’s mouth moved.
Seems tangled
long time
"L … good … lover"
“……”
A silence.
"aye? ！”
Seven nights seems to react with some consternation.
"Really called?"
"Road race!"
Misaka Mikoto turned his head to one side and seemed impatient, patting his shoulder for seven nights.
"I called for help quickly. If this matter can’t be solved, you will be bombarded into slag by my super-magnetic bombardment!"
"It’s ok to help."
Seven nights nodded.
"But there are some problems now. There is a research project that can be studied in the past. I will go there and wait until I come back."
"What? Then I am not screaming in vain? "
Misaka Mikoto stared back for seven nights with wide eyes.
Seven nights and her eyes.
A little curious again
"Hey? Did you blush just now? "
"Only … not at all. Nonsense!"