No eucalyptus was encountered today.

So Hideki and Miyamoto sat on the couch and read.

Akira Emori, Kikuichiro Kikukawa and Shinya Takizawa were sweating on the gym equipment on the side.

Akira Emori has the most exercise, and Kikukawa Seiichiro is moving slowly.

He just needs to improve his fitness.

After a period of exercise, Takizawa Shinya's face has lost a circle, his head looks smaller, and his own face is a little bigger.

The biggest change is still Jiang Shouhuang, his clothes have been remade and changed to size.

The whole person seems to be starting to draw strips, and when he loses weight, he looks taller.

Of course, the price to pay is not small, such as frequent half-dead gasps, such as everyone else is eating normally, he can only eat an appetizer, and for example, he is often woken up hungry at night.

But looking at himself who was gradually getting thinner, Jiang Shouhuang felt that these prices were nothing.

Even if he loses weight, he won't be as handsome as Zhuxing, or a face like Miyamoto who can't find faults at all.

But at least it's better than my current self.

After an hour of exercise, Jiang Shouhuang wiped his sweat and walked towards the bathroom.

After the modification, the bathroom is ready for showers, and even the office has prepared their own clothes.

Of course, a scale is also available.

Jiang Shouhuang stood on the body fat scale and looked down at the data, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm not fat, and my weight is still steadily declining.

Lose 30 pounds a month, although the thinner you get, the less you lose, but it is estimated that it will take him half a year to lose weight back to normal body shape.

"I feel like my face is about to turn into a slap face." Takizawa Shinya touched his face in the mirror and said.

Jiang Shouhuang glanced at it, showed a small partner's complaining expression, and said, "It's an illusion." ”

No matter how thin Takizawa Jin is, his face will not become the size of a palm, and it is already very good to be able to make a small circle, unless the other party goes to shave his bones.

"Compared to you becoming a slap face, Kikukawa becoming a muscular man is a little more credible." Jiang Shouhuang said with a smile.

"Muscular man? I don't want it! Kikukawa Seiichiro was stunned and quickly refused.

The traditional aesthetic of the Kikukawa family is the one that is thin and a little sickly, and it's okay to take off his clothes and have a little muscle, but if he becomes a muscular man, he can't perform on stage at all.

The heirs also have high requirements for their own bodies.

"You can't become muscular in your workouts." Zhuxing Xiushu glanced at the three friends and explained tiredly.

The muscles are not so easy to train, okay, those who are policemen in his family have a lot more training than this, and they haven't become muscular men.

Even when I'm wearing clothes, my body looks quite thin.

"That's good." Kikukawa Seiichiro put his mind at ease.

"Let's go, go back, I'll have to set up the scene tomorrow for Christmas." Hideki closed the book and stood up.

"Is it a Christmas tree full of presents?" Aitto asked.

When he was in the United States, the family there lived like this, except that he didn't have a Christmas tree, only gifts.

There are also parents who wear Santa Claus clothes to give gifts to their children, and he doesn't either.

Papa wouldn't have given him a gift in such a dress.

“…… Pretty much. Hideki replied with a subtle expression.

In addition to the Christmas tree, there are other ...... to prepare

"You'll know tomorrow, and I'll pick you up tomorrow." Zhuxing Xiushu looked reluctant to say more.

"Okay." Aitto nodded rather understandingly.

Don't keep asking about things that family or friends don't want to say, or you'll be hated.

……

The car stopped outside the gate.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, bye." Hideki leaned out of the window and waved.

"See you tomorrow, Miyamoto."

"See you tomorrow."

Aitto said goodbye to everyone and entered the house.

The lights were on in the room, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.

But in fact, it was only Robert and the white jade roll.

"Uncle Ireland hasn't gotten off work yet." Miyamoto Ato crouched down and touched the white Shiba Inu.

It's also possible that I received a task to do it temporarily.

But a good boy doesn't bother to ask that much.

He just had to stay home and wait for them to come back.

Aito held the white jade roll and lay on the bear leg of the doll that had been transformed back into a one-meter-eight, looking at the cookies and the paper figure Akemi while waiting.

Even with so much family around him, he still didn't feel anything.

Even if he knew they were all in love with him.

But after becoming a paper figure, there will be no more emotions.

It's just a family member who obeys his words unconditionally.

It's also good to stay with him forever and be obedient.

It doesn't matter if there is no emotion of love, such an act itself represents love.

It is not enough for him not to feel that it must be enough, as long as there is enough family and enough love, his illness can be cured.

As "Mom" said, he was just sick.

So you have to get more family members.

"Aitto." Ireland pushed the door in.

He even dragged a pine tree back.

"Is there anything you want for tomorrow Christmas?" He placed the pine tree in a corner of the living room and pulled out a bunch of props for arrangement.

Get ready to make the pine tree the perfect Christmas tree.

"Say what you want, and Santa will grant you." Ireland looked back at the boy as he laid out the Christmas tree.

He's already bought a Santa Claus costume and can try it out to see what it's like to play Santa.

"But Uncle Ireland, there is no Santa Claus in the world." The white-haired boy sat on the sofa, holding a white Shiba Inu, with a smile on his face and a gentle and calm look in his eyes.

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"Even if you make a wish, you won't get a gift from Santa Claus." He said.

Because he has seen a lot of Santa Claus, all of whom are pretended by parents to hide their children.

There is no real Santa Claus in the world.

"Why do parents lie to their children that there is Santa Claus in the world, and pretend to be Santa Claus to give them gifts in order to convince them?" The boy's eyes and tone were pure doubt.

He didn't understand the purpose of doing so.

Because I can't understand feelings, I don't understand the so-called intentions.

Nor is there any such thing explained in the book.

"That's not deception, Aitto." Ireland stopped, stood up, wiped his hands, and spoke.

"Santa Claus is an old man who wears red clothes and a red hat and will give the little ones the gifts they want."

"Everybody who dresses up like that and does that can be Santa Claus."

"Because children do see old men with red clothes and hats and white beards, and get the gifts they want, this is not deception."

"Fairy tales are fake, but in reality there are people who create real fairy tales for children." Ireland said as he stroked the boy's hair.

It's just that the children who grew up in the organization don't believe in fairy tales.

He doesn't believe it himself, but he always wants to treat Aviclell the way he treats ordinary children, even if he knows that Aviclell is not an ordinary child.

"That's right." Aitto nodded obediently.

The other children don't have six eyes and can't see the real identity of the person dressed up as Santa Claus, so for them, the one who can make their wishes come true is the real Santa Claus.

He should have believed it, too.

After all, if there is a family member who is willing to lie to him like this, just to satisfy his wishes, he should believe it unconditionally.