(Today's first update, something happened and I wasn't in a good mood...... Coupled with Ruyue's sinking, it's like eating a lot of...... Damn, I can't accept it! I can't accept it! Why did you set up an episode of FLAG? Why! And then there are about 10,000 words owed to the local tyrants? Find a time to do it all in one go...... ）

Yang is coming.

Although I didn't tell her where I was, I had no doubt that Yono would definitely show up in front of us in ten minutes with a smile on her face and in her car.

Because compared to her intelligence network, I believe that she definitely put some kind of positioning system on our mobile phones. Can you believe in Yono's discipline? Do you dare to believe that Yang Nai doesn't know nothing? She knows absolutely everything, but she has no proof!

Now it's okay, the certification is there, and the physical evidence is estimated to be there, and the first impression in this dead girl's mind must be that she is going to dismantle me. And the most important thing is that I don't have any resistance to the entire snow system, although I don't want to admit it, but I really can't beat Yangnai, which can be described as a desperate situation in every sense.

What to do? Shall I now go and tell the snow that I am going to run for my life? But if I lost this shield under the snow, I feel like I'm going to die even worse?!

“……”

The old man who was standing in the kitchen cleaning up something glanced at my restlessness and silently opened the player next to him. The old-looking player snorted a few times, followed by a majestic apostle attack, which simply couldn't be used anymore.

I said, uncle, you definitely have a hearing problem! Why are you able to put such a sentimental song in the kitchen? No, the biggest problem is that you actually have the BGM of the Apostle Attack in one of your family restaurants? Why the Apostles? Isn't it possible to change to FATE or AT? Uncle, are you an EVA chef? And the main thing is that you are definitely an EVA chef of the older generation!

BGM is the original version!

"Small business?"

Seeing me sweating profusely in the corner holding my phone, Yubihama sat on a chair, looked at me strangely, and asked.

"What's going on? Feeling uncomfortable? ”

"No, it's nothing, just a little stomach pain......"

Faced with Yubihama's concerned expression, I subconsciously covered up the news that Yono was coming. Actually, even I don't know why I lied subconsciously, but I always feel that if I had to say it, it would definitely not be an easy matter.

Yono doesn't have a good impression of Yubihama, and Yubihama himself doesn't know. If you don't know it, Yubihama will definitely suffer a big loss, right?

And the most important thing is that Yang Nai is here to chop me up, not because of anything else.

Does anyone think that a sister in the midst of great anger has any sense at all? Just like the apostles that are ringing in the hotel now, the people who are speeding here in the limousine are no longer humans, they are already apostles!

"All in all...... Now there seems to be a little misunderstanding of us. Pulling out a chair and sitting down, I thought about it for a moment and said in a less sensitive tone.

But under the snow he glanced up at me.

"My sister, right?"

“……”

Has the innate telepathic ability of the Snow House reappeared?!

"Don't look at me like that, you just have to think about it."

Looking at my hellish expression, he held his forehead under the snow and sighed. His eyes became a little cloudy for a moment, but immediately became clear again.

"Sister, she's really a little too much. I should have the right to choose my own affairs...... This excessive desire is no different from imprisonment. And that kind of character that plays with what you like, I really don't want to say anything. ”

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of the hot tea delivered by the family restaurant, a hint of ruddy color appeared on the white face under the snow.

"If you have a question about your sister, you don't have to worry. I think it's time to find a time to talk to my sister. There are questions about my own life, and I don't think I should be bound by anything. I acknowledge the care of my family, but I don't think that kind of care that smells of copper is called love. ”

"Yukino-chan ......"

Glancing at the cold snow sitting on the chair, Yubihama said something uneasily, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only sit stiffly in place and turn his eyes to me for help, hoping that I could say something to uphold justice.

But I don't know what to say, who can say anything about this kind of family matter? It is difficult for a clean official to decide family affairs, not to mention that I am not an official, and I was just a small member in my last life.

“……”

The old man who had already seen through a qiē was silent and replaced the BGM with pathos.

I said, have you been staring at us? How can you change BGM just right every time? And how many strange BGMs are in your broken player, can you sue me? Uncle, you can't be a dead house that is well hidden, right?

But no matter what you say in your heart, time in reality is still passing by minute by minute. In the pathetic BGM, the ticking sound of the clock second hand passing becomes clearer and clearer.

As if waiting for the judgment to come, Yubihama looked at me under the snow and on the other side with a look of embarrassment. I kept banging on the table, sweating hard and thinking about what to do. Only those who really planned to face the snow were indifferent, squinting slightly and sipping the hot tea in the teacup, waiting for the time to come.

And the old man seemed to be a little bored, and went into the kitchen. The sound of stir-frying slowly echoed in the room, filling the room with an appetizing aroma. It's just that the people present don't have any desire to eat.

Because this family restaurant is so close to the road, you can often hear the sound of cars speeding outside. The sound of the motor gradually drifts away, and the oppressive force is completely different.

But when we heard a steady voice gradually stop at the door, all of us subconsciously tensed our bodies.

Outside, the sound of the car door opening and closing was soon heard. The sound of the clattering of high-heeled shoes on the ground is getting closer and closer. Listening to the familiar voice, I subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked nervously under the snow.

There is no doubt that this is the voice of Yono under the snow.

Deliberately creating some sounds and scenes to express a sense of oppression is a means she likes to love. And it's unusually useful. At least useful for us.

And the footsteps finally stopped in front of the door sliding. Pale black shadows were already visible from the snow-white window paper. In that magnificent BGM, everyone's hearing was expanded to the limit, and they could even faintly hear the warm breathing of the woman outside the door.

Under the snow, Yang is coming.