The river flows quietly between the two cities, the bright sun shines on the surface of the river, the wind blows, the water ripples in circles, and the grass on the bank lowers its waist in a gesture of submission.

The wind crossed the river, crushed the grass, and broke into the neatly planned residential areas, and by the time Muto came to Muto's house, the wind had become very small, and only made the leaves planted in the yard shake slightly.

"Hey, this is your house, it's pretty good," Longguang Siqian sighed as she stood outside the courtyard gate, looking up at the gorgeously decorated two-story building in front of her.

Muto Qing didn't have much of an idea, compared to the palace he lived in before, such a house was really not worth mentioning.

Pushing open the courtyard door and walking to the door, he took out the key and opened the door: "No matter how good you praise, you can't change that this is an ordinary residence, come in." ”

Longguang Siqian frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "You don't know the hard work of making money, in order to build such a house, your parents can't go home all year round, you give me a little respect." ”

She didn't work before, and she thought it was easy to get money, but it wasn't until she came out to work that she understood the hard work of making money, and the hard work of her father and grandfather. Of course, one thing is one thing, and understanding does not mean that she will accept it and obediently listen to their mercy.

"Hey," Muto Qing replied disappreciatively, thinking that mortals are really hard, running around for money all day long, and if he had so many means, he would definitely understand how easy it is to make money.

At the same time, Longguang Siqian sighed in her heart, in the end, it is a flower raised in the greenhouse, no matter what her personality is, there is a trace of squeamishness in her bones, and she doesn't know the cruelty of the outside world at all.

Why don't you take him outside to see it, this thought rose in her heart, and her hand was already patted on Muto Qing's shoulder: "Huh, do you want to go out with me at night and see the customs of Uemachi at night?" ”

In front of the slightly spacious entrance, Muto Qing took off his shoes and paused slightly: "If you look at it, you have time, if you are a part-time job, don't expect me to help." ”

"Of course, I would dig a pit deep in the mountains in the middle of the night, or tie a sack and throw it into the sea." Ryūkoji Akane said these words with a calm expression, and her blue eyes looked straight at the back of his head, expecting to see the sudden turn of his head and the trembling of his voice.

However, she was destined to be disappointed.

Muto Qing didn't hear the subtext of this sentence at all, oh a word, put on his slippers, and walked to the living room.

This kind of performance made Longguang Temple feel depressed, and he felt that a blow full of confidence hit the air, isn't this sentence very slotted?

Sure enough, I don't have a humor cell, and I don't even have the ability to make a joke.

"Longguang Temple, do you want to drink Coke?"

A question made her regain her spirits after being lost, it doesn't matter, as long as she can find the little book from the room, this time it will be her victory!

"Drink, but I like to drink hot Coke, please take out the Coke, put it in boiling water to bubble, soak it, bring it to me." Dropping this sentence, she ran up to the second floor like a whirlwind, and with a sweep of her sharp eyes, she could judge whose room it was from the amount of dust on the doorknob.

Unscrewing Muto Qing's bedroom, the imaginary mess does not exist, everything is cleaned up, there is not a single paper ball of garbage in the garbage can, the floor is polished, and the beds are neatly folded.

It's cleaner than where she lives, and this is really the bedroom that a male high school student who lives alone should have.

The corners of Longguang Temple's mouth twitched slightly, and her body rushed into the bedroom, like a minesweeper soldier, quickly rummaging through every corner of the house.

Bookshelves, no, desks, no, under the bed, no! In the whole room, there is no small notebook.

Damn, which bastard said that a boy high school student must have a small book, she was so angry that she grinded her teeth, and she wanted to catch the author and beat him, so that she was looking forward to it in vain.

"No, wait, maybe that guy is clever enough to disguise himself with some different covers," Akane Ryukoji had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and her eyes turned to the bookshelf, the comic books.

A little, Muto Qing came up with a steaming Coke wrapped in a towel, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ryūkoji Akane lying on the bed, the neckline revealing a seductive career groove, and two slender legs wrapped in gray stockings bent, put down, and bent again, and there was no time to stop.

The reason for this is that she is holding the strongest and worst manga single book with both hands.,Judging from the expression of the gods.,It's clear that she's completely immersed in that world.,

"The hot coke you asked for is here," seeing that she was fascinated, Muto Qing had to interrupt and hand over the steaming coke.

Longguang Temple Qian didn't look at it, reached out to grab it, five fingers suddenly felt a blazing sound, she made a sound, her hand subconsciously let go, the coke fell, and landed steadily on the towel.

At this time, Muto Qing's unhurried voice came: "Coke is a little hot, please catch it slowly." ”

She raised her head sharply and glared viciously, like a female tiger with teeth and claws: "You did it on purpose, right?!" ”

Muto Qing showed a harmless expression like a white rabbit on his face: "I said it was a hot coke, you didn't pay attention to it, and blamed me, alas, you said it was my fault, it was my fault." ”

At the end of the words, his expression changed, like a wife who had been in the boudoir for a long time finally stopped looking forward to her husband's return, and gave up on herself with resentment.

Longguang Temple Qian smiled, closed the comic book, put it on the bed, her free hands folded, and solemnly bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, I blame you, please don't be angry." ”

"Don't be so solemn, I forgive you, give, take it carefully this time," he smiled slightly, handed over the Coke very intimately, and it was still quite interesting to tease Longguang Temple occasionally.

Fortunately, she didn't know about it, otherwise she would have to stage an all-martial arts on the spot.

Time passed, and staying in the same room, neither of them felt embarrassed and ambiguous.

Akane Longguang Temple, who occupies the bed, occupies snacks such as potato chips by the way, and does not see anything at all, completely as if she is in her own home, lying there to read comics, and when she sees the highlights, she will laugh unabashedly, and some potato chip dregs will fly out of her mouth and fall on the bed.

Muto Qing was immersed in his homework, and after he finished writing, he was distracted and thought about how to improve the immortal method.

By six o'clock in the evening, it was already dusk outside, the sunset was dyed red with clouds, and the buildings and streets looked very beautiful.

Akane Longguangji, who was addicted to comics, suddenly woke up, raised her head and said, "Oops, I almost missed the time, Muto, have you finished your homework?" ”

Hearing the voice, Muto Qing came back to his senses, nodded and said, "I'm done writing, you're going to work?" ”

"Well, today I'll take you to see what another Uemachi looks like, let's go," she rolled over, her chest shaking briefly for a moment, dropped the comic book, and walked outside.

When she walked to the entrance, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and said, "Muto, you have a guest." ”

Worst! As soon as he heard that there was a guest, Muto Qing thought of the appearance of Tamako, and when he stepped forward, he almost greeted him with a thick black aura.

"Qingjun, who is this girl?"