The cicadas in summer are singing in the morning and evening, and of course, they don't pay attention to the mood and state of passers-by. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just chirped incessantly, from the season when it began to sing, noisy, and then died. It is said that "the morning fungus does not know the obscurity, and the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn", although the cicada survives in the soil for a long time, but the time of chirping is very short. Because it's only a few months of singing in a few years or even more than ten years, it's unexpectedly annoying.

Well, it's really annoying.

Annoyingly, after being captured by a recording device, even if you use software to process it, you will never be able to erase this continuous sound.

What's more, walking on the streets, it is in a situation of extreme need for rest.

I just came out of the angel ladder, and my head was completely dominated by the negative feedback of staying up all night. Coupled with the relentless chirping of cicadas in the trees, it makes people feel the urge to die.

Won't go.

If you go back like this, every time you stay up late, Qianyu will always become extremely lazy. Now, I just want to find a place to sleep. If it's close, it's only the apartment. And the keys are also with me, although I haven't been back for a while, but it should be no problem to get some sleep.

After his head touched the pillow again, the dizziness of happiness that had been absent for twenty-five or six hours suddenly enveloped Qianqi.

But it was at this time that the mobile phone thrown not far away sent out a reminder to receive the message.

"Hmm......"

After rubbing the pillow twice, Qianyu decided to leave it at that. Anyway, it's summer vacation, and there won't be any emergencies. Maybe it was Momiji's reply after receiving the message, so Chiba didn't pay much attention to it.

However, when sleeping, people's sense of time almost stops, especially after this kind of sleep after the biological clock is disordered, the sense of time stopping is almost frightening.

Can you imagine that after work on Friday, you celebrate a five-day vacation and decide to watch the TV series you have accumulated while drinking red wine, only to find that it is already Saturday morning. Trapped and dominant, you decide to take a nap, wait until you wake up at noon, make some lunch, and start your weekend life. Maybe it's to wash the clothes you've accumulated on weekdays, or it may be to clean your room, or go out shopping, or treat yourself a little at a restaurant you've already targeted, but of course it doesn't matter. However, the second before closing his eyes, it was still a beautiful morning, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that it was already a sad dusk. When you comfort yourself that you haven't missed too much life, while flipping through your phone, you suddenly notice that the date displayed in the upper left corner of your phone is a little strange. After repeated confirmation, you will find that it is already Sunday dusk, and you will begin to wonder where your time has gone, at this time, you will find that you have taken advantage of your sleepiness to kiss your forehead with pity, and then pull out the ...... like a negative man Gone away. Only leave yourself slowly sober up to face the abominable Monday that is about to come again.

It's so sad that the sense of time when humans sleep, it's as fragile as a popsicle with only two mouthfuls left. When you need it most, it always slips away mercilessly like the feral cat you feed on the side of the road.

Having said so much, I just want to show that in terms of the feeling of Qianji, the interval between the two receiving prompts is simply outrageously short. It's so short that you want to curse a woman who would send such an email that she will never get married. Although from an objective point of view, Xiao Jing has been very understanding and reminded Qianyu of today's arrangements at seven o'clock and ten o'clock respectively.

However, after being woken up by the ringtone like an alarm clock, Qian Yu also began to focus his wandering gaze on Xiaojing's email on the mobile phone screen.

[Errand person: Shizune Hiratsuka

Wanxian: Kinoshita Qian

Kinoshita, I would like to contact you as soon as possible about the activities of the Ministry Department during the summer vacation. Contact me as soon as you see it.

Could it be that you are sleeping (laughs)?

This kind of boring trick can't be learned from Bi Qigu, right?

I've already made contact with all the other members, and now I'm here under the snow. 】

Just as Qianzhu was flipping through the emails one by one, wanting to clear the information that Xiaojing said, another email broke into Qianjing's sight.

【Open the door】

There is no punctuation, just two words, how dare people open it...... Do you remember Ito-san, I heard that the last email he received on his mobile phone was two words.

And then no one knows where his head went.

Just kidding, you can't even see a large space in this email, and this sharp determination only makes people more frightened, right? Maybe the moment you open the door, you just take your head off and you won't even get in the door, right? Thinking of this, even Qianyu, who has always done a good job in psychological management, feels that he is about to have a psychological shadow.

However, things will definitely not be easy because of the solidification of their own thinking. Sitting on the bed, she could already hear the door opening in the living room.

Wait a minute...... The sound of the door opening? Why the sound of the door opening?

I guess I locked the door!

That woman, did she have the consciousness to enter a private house?

"Kinoshita!"

The sound of clattering shoes gradually spread through the hallway to the bedroom door.

"Hah-"

Qianyu, who had just gotten up, still didn't control it, and a soft yawn was very clear in the quiet room.

"Hey!"

The female tyrannosaurus grabbed the door frame and poked her sexy body in.

"You kid can't really be sleeping......

The loose bed, the crushed hair, and the disheveled appearance of Qianqi...... After ruling out the possibility of being forced to trade, it can only be the appearance of just waking up.

After unconsciously walking into his student's bedroom, Xiao Jing's neat dress was all presented in front of Qianyu. A T-shirt with a hem rolled up and knotted with denim pants and a pair of hiking boots on the feet. Long black hair tied into a single ponytail with a brown baseball cap.

"Why did you come to my room dressed like you were going to survive in the wilderness, Jing? Role-playing? ”

Qianqi, who had just woken up and had not yet replenished his water, his brain was obviously not turning as fast as usual, and the whimsical description of death still came out of his mouth like a thunderstorm.