After dinner, he cleaned up. That is, the dishes and chopsticks are washed, and there are no accumulated dishes and chopsticks in the sink. He is alone in the family, every time he is a bowl of chopsticks, every time he finishes a meal, while the ceramic bowl still has residual heat, this time is the easiest to clean, and the dish soap is saved.

And he is just a person, leaving the dishes and chopsticks alone in the sink after eating, even if he does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he looks uncomfortable. Unlike him in his previous life, when he was at home with his parents during the holidays, the dishes and chopsticks at home were accumulated from the morning to after dinner, and he began to wash them all at once.

Every time I was told by my parents......

After washing the dishes, Takeshita Bingmi reminded himself again. This small bowl is like the cutlery in a restaurant, and the next time you go to the mall, you must buy a large bowl back.

People only know how to cherish when they lose, although he has only been in this world for half a month, which is not as good as when he used to work, when he only went home once a few months. But there has never been a time like this homesickness.

It seemed like many years.

"Good morning, Takeshita-kun." The cold voice under the snow came, "Uh", "Good morning, under the snow," looked at the back under the snow in front of her suspiciously, and looked at the snow without a follow-up, this was the first time she took the initiative to greet him without any other purpose, so that he didn't react for a while. This wasn't the snow he usually saw, he was sure.

"What's wrong?" As if he felt an undisguised gaze behind him, he put down the book in his hand under the snow and turned around.

"No, it just feels like you're a little different today." Seeing that under the snow turned around and asked, Takeshita Bing responded, "You don't usually take the initiative to say hello to people." ”

"Don't thank me, I'm just saving someone with psychological problems, just to prevent him from aggravating his symptoms." I don't know what a poisonous tongue is under the snow. "Besides, you, who usually sit behind me and secretly look at me, give you a chance to talk to me in a righteous and bright light, so I'll sacrifice it."

"Hey, hey, you know what you're talking about me, so you'll have no friends." Fortunately, the voices of the two are not loud, and the classroom is full of passion that everyone hasn't seen for a night, and if you can't finish speaking, if you don't let everyone hear what you say under the snow, Takeshita Bingmi, who is not thick-skinned, will not be ashamed to death.

"Well, so what kind of relationship can be defined as a friend in the first place?" "However, you must have no friends in this school, no matter how you define it." If you have no friends, you say that others have no friends, and sure enough, your heart is twisted. ”

looked at the snow sitting upright and went to the topic of his psychological distortion, "Could it be that I only give you the impression of psychological distortion, can't you change the evaluation?" ”

As for the definition of a friend, the brain-twisting question is still left to Biqigu.

"I see, people who don't dare to face their hearts are denying themselves." He seemed to understand something under the snow, and when he looked at him, his eyes changed.

"What's that look on your face, pathetic? Do you mean I'm worse than a psychologically twisted person?" Takeshita Bingmi found out that since he met Yukishita, whenever he talks to her, he always has to have an extra layer of heart, and he often has something to say.

"No, I didn't say that, it was all Takeshita-kun himself." Under the snow, he tilted his head sideways and said in a cold tone with cute movements.

Alas, so cute.

Takeshita Bingmi didn't feel angry at the poisonous words under the snow, and he didn't admit that he was electrocuted because of the cute expression under the snow. He is not easily angry and sometimes very rational, and he himself sometimes feels that his thoughts are very similar to the Taoist tranquility and inaction.

And only parents, loved ones, and people who really approve of it from the bottom of their hearts will be angry if they are insulted or something. Sometimes when he has a conflict with others, and when he is attacked verbally, he will fight back with a show of indifference.

The more the other party scolds, the more he doesn't care, and completely regards him as a low-level existence, and then the other party will appear angry.

Of course, for under the snow, he knew that it was her words without malicious intent.

Takeshita Bingmi silently took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and turned on the photo mode, and when he didn't react under the snow, the cute expression under the snow had been saved in the album.

Takeshita Icemi, who came back to his senses, had already put his phone back in his trouser pocket. When have I been so bold......

"Uh", a surprised voice came from under the snow, who had not yet reacted, "You, what did you do?" ”

"Nothing, I just looked at the time." Takeshita Icami knew that it wouldn't be good if she found out, but fortunately, I always used to turn it on mute and turn off the flash, otherwise she would find out.

"Anyway, do you always come to school so early under the snow?" At this time, it is necessary to find a topic to shift, or it is not easy to expose the stuffing.

Maybe I've never seen someone take a picture openly and secretly in front of me, maybe I was distracted by his question, and I didn't continue to explore under the snow. "Are you going to inquire about my schedule and do something nasty to me?"

Under the snow, he grabbed the collar that wasn't messed up at all and glared at him, as if he was going to do something to her here.

"Do you have paranoia about being killed?" Takeshita Bingmi glanced at the snow speechlessly. "I doubt that you usually read some kind of extracurricular books, and you actually had such a strange idea, and it was the same for Nabi Qigu yesterday."

After taking a breath, he continued: "And the book jacket is wrapped, which is really suspicious. ”

Looking at the cramped Takeshita Icemi, there was a feeling of wanting to hit someone under the snow. "Thank me, Takeshita-kun, I resisted the urge to hit someone." But she held back. "I'm not going to tell you."

Takeshita Icemi, a transfer student who transferred from a boys' school. The first time I noticed him was on the afternoon of the first day of school, and that was the first time I noticed him when Mr. Hiratsuka-sensei forced him to join the ministry department. Before that, even if he sat at my back table, it was just a back table.

After that, he always contradicted me in order to get out of the ministry and wanted me to expel him from the ministry department, but I accepted the commission of Shizuni Hiratsuka, and now he is a member of the ministry department.

He will be no different from everyone else. But now I find out that he's just as ...... as someone

Takeshita Icemi, who didn't know that he had begun to connect with someone in his heart by Xuexia, looked at Xuexia who turned around and thought about the conversation between the two just now. No problem! However, seeing that Xue Xiaxia, who had suddenly had a good conversation, changed his attitude, he felt that it was better to figure it out.

"Jingle bell~~", as the bell rang for class, the geoscience teacher walked into the classroom on time, and he had to put away the idea of asking and wait until after class. I didn't have a good chance to take the next few recesses, so I had to wait for the club activities in the afternoon to ask questions.

Although he didn't think about what happened under the snow, he didn't want to have any misunderstanding, and no one wanted to let a beautiful woman misunderstand for no reason. He's not the kind of protagonist whose misunderstandings drag on for a long time to unravel, although he never thinks of himself as the protagonist.

You see, not to mention anything else, he doesn't have a fat friend next to each protagonist.

Really.