As Kitahara Shuji closed the door, Yoko Ono breathed a long sigh of relief, eliminated the three numbers of 110 on the mobile phone screen, looked at the phone battery and saw that the battery of the mobile phone was not much, and quickly put the mobile phone on standby. Then she cautiously took a few steps forward and picked up the lunch box.

The bento was hot, and as soon as she opened it, the fragrance wafted out, which immediately made her mouth and tongue revel, and her saliva almost flowed out, she was indeed hungry.

She thought about it, but didn't dare to eat it, so she forcibly covered the lunch box again, and then put it in her schoolbag, and then hid the schoolbag in the corner and ran quickly downstairs.

She immediately ducked into the shadows as soon as she left the apartment building, cautiously observing her surroundings, but fortunately it was a remote place, and there were basically no pedestrians on the road, which made her slightly relieved.

She walked cautiously down the street along the gutter and called softly, "Momojiro, Mokujiro......"

"Meow!" her voice startled a wild cat, and a terrible meow startled her, and then the cat jumped off the wall, looked at her proudly, and walked leisurely with cat steps.

Yoko Ono patted her chest and looked around again, "Momojiro, where are you?"

"Wang, Wang!" As the dog barked softly, a small milk dog came out of the drain, wagged its tail and pounced at Yoko Ono's feet, very cheerful.

Yoko Ono hugged it and shouted happily, "Momojiro, so you're here!"

Momojiro licked her hand, arched his head into her arms again, and then looked up to lick her face.

Yoko Ono pushed the dog's head and grinned, "Don't, it stinks to death." ”

She quarreled with the puppy for a while, and immediately realized that it was not safe here, so she quickly looked around vigilantly, and then sneaked into the shadows with the puppy in her arms, ran towards the apartment building with a puff of smoke, and soon fled back to the front of the house.

She put the puppy on the ground, put her finger to her mouth and "shhhh ”

The little dog was very obedient, so he sat there and wagged his tail, and only gasped quietly without barking.

Yoko Ono dragged the bag and took out the lunch box, and Momojiro smelled the fragrance, the dog's eyes suddenly lit up, and the tail waged more happily, but still didn't bark, just waited there.

Yoko Ono put the lid of the lunch box in front of it, and whispered a little embarrassed: "Momojiro, it should be non-poisonous, at most it may be a drug...... If I'm stunted, I'll be miserable, and if I'm stuned, I'll protect you, so please try it first, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Onisan looks like a good person, he should be fine, and I'll find a way to help you get something delicious to compensate you tomorrow. ”

Momokjiro didn't understand, sticking out his tongue and tilting his head, a pair of dog eyes glowing green in the dark, as if he was looking forward to it.

"You're hungry too!" said Yoko Ono, tearing up a piece of chicken and taking some rice and vegetables and putting them on the bento box, and Momojiro looked down and sniffed, his tail wagged like a propeller, and the "whoosh" sound was even more urgent, and quickly looked up at Yoko Ono, waiting for her to give an order.

Yoko Ono happily touched its head and said with a smile, "Let's eat it!"

Momojiro suddenly lowered his head and gobbled it up, and the sound of the dog's mouth "let's chirp" made Yoko Ono even hungrier. Momojiro quickly swept away the food, and even licked the lid of the bento box until it was shiny, and Yoko Ono hesitated for a moment, and added some more to it, "Let's eat half of each person! Eat slowly, I haven't eaten either, there's no more." ”

Momojiro is a puppy, estimated to be two or three months old, after eating half a bento, licking the oil at the corner of his mouth to be satisfied, rubbing to Ono Yoko's feet to offer courtesy, and Ono Yoko picked it up, gently stroked its back, and scratched its little belly from time to time, so that it hummed comfortably.

"Momojiro, how are you doing on the street? Don't run around on the street, be careful of cars, don't fight with other dogs, meet a dog catcher like I taught you, quickly drill into the drain sewer, understand?" Ono Yoko combed the dog's hair and whispered to it, "I will have my own home in about ten years, Momojiro, you will be old by then, right?" But you must hold on until then, this is our agreement!"

"Whew......" Momojiro glanced up at Yoko Ono, and he didn't know if he understood or not, but the dog answered in a low voice.

Yoko Ono played with Momojiro for a while, and seeing that Momojiro was still very energetic, she put it on the ground, took out the bento, separated the convenient chopsticks, put her hands together, and said happily: "I'm moving!"

Momojiro sat at her feet, looking at her with his tongue sticking out, and Yoko Ono taught it while eating, "If my mother comes back later, I say run, you just run against the wall, don't make a sound, understand?"

Momojiro didn't answer this time, just stared at her lunch. Yoko Ono said bitterly: "Okay, half of one person, I'm hungry too! Okay, I'll give you a little bit at the end." ”

She took a little rice out and put it on the ground, and Momojiro immediately rolled his tongue into his mouth, and the dog's eyes were full of joy.

……

Kitahara Shuji was full, carefully re-covered the disposable bento box, put it in the garbage bag in the bathroom, and then looked at the mold on the floor and scratched his head a little - it took him two hours to clean it up when he first arrived, and now it has it again.

RB has an oceanic climate, the humidity is extremely heavy, and the apartment is old, and as a result, spring has come and there is mold everywhere, which he can't stand anymore. He is from northern China, where it is rare to see things with long hair, everything is dry and refreshing, and he is very self-disciplined, he likes things neatly and cleanly, and now he can't do anything with these molds to make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He took the brush and brushed a few conspicuous places, but it was of little use, sighed and dropped the brush and went outside, picked up his phone and opened the schedule, considering whether to allocate some more time for cleaning.

He thought about it for a while, and then divided the mold removal for another two hours on the weekend, and then readjusted the schedule and allocated all the free time of the week to swordsmanship practice.

The vitality value was close to full, and he touched the Su Zhen stick again and began to practice Su Zhen. With the increase in the skill level of [Ancient Stream Swordsmanship], the understanding of swordsmanship in his mind seems to be clearer.

The so-called "Su Zhen" practice is to raise the sword about 45 degrees after the head, slash down while sending the foot forward, and retreat at a certain point. As for this point, the position is different according to the genre, some schools are cut to the chest and abdomen position, and some schools are cut to the end, without mercy.

There are many purposes for doing this training, such as getting used to holding the sword correctly, improving arm strength, practicing force, and exercising endurance, but the most important thing is mastery - it is impossible to guarantee that every sword will cut people, if there is no point of retraction, a sword is not used to being withdrawn, then the opponent is unable to parry under the counterattack, and it is directly settled.

This can be regarded as the basic skill of RB swordsmanship, from beginning to end, it should always be non-stop.

The small room was relatively stuffy, and soon Kitahara Shuji was sweating profusely, and his muscles had not rested in the first place, and now he was full of lactic acid again, and the soreness was unbearable, but he still waved his sword with a glance - with such good conditions, if you don't work hard, it's really a stupid one!

The so-called how much sweat you sweat and how much you eat, if you want to succeed, you have to sweat first! And there is no father to fight, waiting for pie to fall from the sky?

I don't know how long it took, the ring finger and little finger of the left hand in charge of controlling the sword were out of force, and the vibrating rod came out of his hand. Kitahara Shuji glanced at the experience value in the lower left corner and found that [Guliu Swordsmanship] was still at LV5.

This can't be helped.,Originally, the skills in the game were particularly easy in the early stage.,But after letting players enjoy the benefits of skills, they will cheat.,Either you want liver.,Or you want krypton.,It's more difficult to upgrade.,It's one of the tricks of game production companies to make money.。

[Japanese] skill he read the fifty syllable diagram mixed experience hard mixed to LV5, and then relied on daily conversations to accumulate experience, and is currently mixed to level 7, and the swordsmanship he plans to improve quickly, so he can only redouble his efforts.

He sat down to rest with a pant, and picked up those "Art of War" books, ready to take a look. At this time, I heard a loud noise outside, followed by a loud scolding.