The girl's energy is probably not as vigorous as that of a child, and the current time is still early in the morning.

After yawning and playing poker with Asai Tsuno for a while, Asai Yang finally stayed up until this little aunt and grandmother fell asleep. 、

And it's about five o'clock in the morning.

Yang Asai, who had only slept for two hours, stuffed Tsuno Asai back into her own room, and then sat in her room in a daze.

I was very sleepy, but I couldn't sleep, and this experience was really uncomfortable.

He had no choice but to turn on the computer, put on his headphones, open some pirated websites, and look at the new ones in April.

Then I looked at it, and my blood pressure was raised, and it became even more uncomfortable.

The biography of a super original IP eleven years ago turned out to be the ending with nihilism as the core.

Asai Yang, who is a little stupid, still opens a simple game that doesn't require much braining, killing time and his own energy.

It was about ten o'clock when he finally fell asleep.

After casually removing his clothes, he lay down on his bed, praying that Asai Tsuno would not disturb him while falling asleep.

He had many bizarre dreams in his light sleep, such as a duckling being cut off with a knife and turning into two ducks.

By the time he had left in these bizarre dreams, the crimson sunset and the fiery clouds of the sky appeared in his sight.

A different kind of loneliness comes from the sky, with the light.

"Brother, you're finally awake."

As he had just tasted the loneliness, a crisp voice came from his side, and the girl sitting next to his bed, playing with the game console in her hand, spoke to him.

"I'm hungry again."

After putting the game console down, she said to Hiroshi Asai, who was slowly sitting up.

"Well, I'll make something for you, go out and let me change some clothes first."

Sniffing the smell of shower gel in the other party's hair, Asai Yang said to her.

"Good!"

She promised very neatly, and the stupid sister's single-threaded thread was sometimes very good.

After watching Asai Tsuno run out of his room at a brisk pace, Asai began to recall what he had done during the wonderful weekend.

Tortured by Tsuno Asai

After thinking for a while, he came to such a conclusion.

Yang Asai, who thought that he would not be tortured by Tsuno Asai again, changed his mind after seeing the pan that had been burned through in his house.

"Tsuno?"

Looking at the small holes and charred marks on this frying pan that could not be burned through no matter how you think about it, Asai Yang called out loudly.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Tsuno Asai moves in front of Asai in small steps, but she keeps her eyes on her shoes behind her back.

"Are there any injuries?"

After throwing such a scrapped frying pan onto the cabinet on one side, he picked up the other party's still white and delicate little hand and asked her.

"Dude, don't you blame me?"

"There's nothing to blame, everything is already broken, and there's not much point to blame."

Hearing such words, a bright smile bloomed on Asai Tsuno's face, and this bright smile slightly soothed Asai Yang's chaotic heart.

"Then let's cook!"

She still didn't answer Asai Yang's question head-on, but the words she said made Asai Yang feel very bad.

"Don't."

"Brother, you really ......"

"No blame, wait for tomorrow, teach it tomorrow before cooking, now it's time to cook."

The logic of the stupid guy is still very easy to understand, and before the other party said that you really blamed me, Asai Yang touched the other party's head first, and said a word that the other party would believe before the other party's aggrieved expression was fully revealed.

"Hmm!"

She nodded heavily, then left Asai Yang's sight, probably continuing to play the game of pink devil eating dogs that she had played before.

Probably because of the children's friends, Asai Tsuno didn't come to torture Asai Yang in the time after that, which made Asai Yang feel a little uncomfortable.

After washing some tableware, Asai Yang dragged his somewhat tired body and soul back to his room slowly.

Tsuno Asai, who was sitting on his bed, was still playing the game of the pink devil eating dogs, and after seeing Asai Yang walk in, she greeted him very energetically.

After responding lightly to the other party, Asai Yang pulled out his computer chair, and the browser was ready to open to see the latest news.

It's just that an auto-login steam software pops up an invitation to the game, breaking his plan.

"Moxie Moxi?"

His usual unspirited voice appeared in his headphones.

Kadowaki Rabbit also seems to be very tired, but Asai Yang doesn't know that this is because of him.

The girl, who didn't have much money, bought the game anyway, but when she thought that she wouldn't have much money to eat, she became unhappy.

A bad mood naturally causes physical exhaustion, but in the process of taunting each other, her spirit seems to have recovered a little, but Asai Yang did not.

Sitting in the chair, Yang Asai only felt as if he had accumulated a lot of pressure, but there was nowhere to release it.

Angering any one person is naturally a good way to relieve stress, but Asai Yang feels that he can't do it.

[I guess I'll just get some sleep.] 】

When the time was eight or nine o'clock, he said goodbye to Tsumi Kadowaki, who was completely refreshed, and carried Asai Tsuno, who had fallen asleep somehow, back to her room and lay down on his bed.

At four o'clock the next day, Asai opened his eyes.

He pulled the curtain on one side, looked at the dim scenery outside the window, lit up his phone again, looked at the specific time, and slowly sat up from the bed.

He didn't expect much of what his sister would be like today, and he didn't want to cook much anymore.

At the moment, he just wants to listen to some relaxing pure music, then go for a morning run to sweat, come back to take a shower, and buy some junk food to eat later.

Of course, beating his sister is also a good way to decompress, but he is not willing to do it at all.

Time is slowly flowing, and Asai Yang's proposed matters are also progressing step by step.

The morning wind hurts your lungs, the junk food doesn't taste so good, and the bento boxes sold at the convenience store are a little unsatisfactory.

When he returned home with two or three boxes of bento, Tsuno Asai hadn't gotten up and seemed to be still asleep.

After picking up the schoolbag that had been placed in the entrance, he started a new week of campus trips, not in a very good state.