Of course, the greetings didn't last long, after all, it was half past ten in the evening.

The girl's parents were the most anxious on Christmas Eve.

Mr. Chihara secretly pricked up his ears to listen to Miss Higashiyama's mobile phone next to him, and the caller was a lady with a very stern-sounding voice, asking her to go home as soon as possible, otherwise there was a great possibility that her ass would be ruined.

It was a matter of sitting and traveling in the future, and she didn't dare to delay too much.

This reminded Chihara of the days in his previous life when he was just singing a K outside and was urged home by his mother.

Anyway, why do parents nowadays like to threaten people with fat on their buttocks?

Giving each of the two girls a business card, Mr. Chihara laughed and sent them to the last train.

In addition, he is also going home, so it can be regarded as a stopper.

But he was the one who got out of the car first.

Waving his hand to the carriage behind him was a goodbye, not to Sakura-san, who had ruined his reputation, but to say goodbye to Miss Higashiyama, who was newly acquainted and unfamiliar, after all, it still takes some etiquette to interact with strangers.

It's a pity that when he turned his head, he could still see Sakura's grimace, but he wasn't so naïve as to go back, he just silently blocked the phone number she just released again.

When I left the station and returned to the apartment leisurely, I saw that the lights in my house were still on in the distance.

In the darkness of the town, it stands out slightly.

Mr. Chihara, who can't be regarded as a serious worker today, looked at the light above his head, and already felt a little sore back in advance, because he knew that he would be busy again.

Mr. Chihara stomped his feet, and the sensor light in the corridor was not on, so he had to take his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to illuminate.

"Is it broken again?"

This is not good in Japan, a piece of in circuit design, and problems can occur at every turn.

He sighed lightly and took out his phone, which had little power, and turned on the flashlight.

"Tomorrow, it's time to ask Hirata to urge the property to be repaired quickly."

The hallway was pitch black.

Fortunately, his night vision is not bad, at least not really his eyes are black, and there are lights shining, so there will be no accidents.

Humming the sword softly in his mouth like a dream, shaking the string of keys in his hand, the strings on it are dense, and there are labels attached to them, but the most conspicuous thing is the pendant of Pikachu next to him.

Still walking up, the light of the flashlight streaked through the hallway, and Mr. Chihara's movements suddenly froze.

There seems to be something.

Tokyo is honestly quite a netherworld, there are many people who have died in various events, and there are countless urban legends, and one can be spread on the Internet every three or five times, which is strange and terrifying.

What's more, Mr. Chihara's own crossing is magical enough, and it is not impossible to add some supernatural and weird plots.

He swallowed, his throat moved, and he was most afraid of horror stories, and he held back his trembling hand and slowly moved the light over.

"Wow-"

"Wow!"

Miss Zhuda Caimeow, whose eyes were hurt by the bright lights, threw the things in her hand directly on the other party.

"Being watched so lifelessly by a person dressed like a female ghost at night, you have to scream 'whoa' when you come." Mr. Chihara clutched his beeping imperial engine, and his rapid breathing did not stop since just now.

The key in his hand was shaking, and he couldn't get into the door.

Seeing that the whole person next to him was completely unreliable, Zhuda Caimeow snatched the key, inserted it straight, and turned three times in a row.

"You're sitting in the doorway, how did you turn on the lights in my house?" Mr. Chihara asked curiously with a frown, he also wanted to have this superpower of air control, and he could do a lot of things.

"I just turned over from my balcony and wanted to borrow your TV to watch an idol drama, but I suddenly went out hungry to buy a soba at night, and when I came back, I realized that I forgot the key to my house." The older girl shook her head, "Now I'm waiting for you to come back and save your life." ”

Because you can't explain it, do you just confess?

"I finally understand now why I don't want to turn on the air conditioner when I usually play a game, and the electricity bill is so high."

Mr. Chihara's brow jumped, and his heart was bleeding even more.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't wear pants with a belt, Miss Caimeow's ass would probably be swollen by now.

"Let's talk about it first, at most, I will secretly watch TV dramas, occasionally turn on the air conditioner, cook noodles with your family's gas, and nothing else, don't frame me." The girl raised her hand and swore, "It's a difference of a thousand yen at most." ”

1,000 yen? Good guy, it's enough for Mr. Chihara's several meals.

"Stop talking nonsense, get back to me, and tomorrow I'll ask Hirata to install a board to stop this 'abnormal invasion of private space'."

Mr. Chihara sighed, shook his feet at the door, kicked off the cheap pullback canvas shoes, rubbed off the hole-torn socks, put on comfortable slippers and walked in.

In the empty living room, the TV was still playing Yui Aragaki's new drama, and Chihara glanced at it distressedly. Yui's wife is still beautiful in the picture, and even this period is even more beautiful and moving, but it seems to have lost the pure JK taste when she first debuted, which makes people sigh.

He took out his newly bought copy of "Companionship with Morality" (Nietzsche's writings) and put it on the coffee table in the living room, so that the house would have some more noble intellectual atmosphere.

Place the two apples hidden in your coat on the table, and make sure they are well aligned.

Glancing angrily at an old girl who was using electricity, Mr. Chihara held the pot with both hands and filled it with some water, then put it back in its place and turned on the gas stove.

Before the water boiled, he walked behind the sofa in the living room.

"Hasn't the last part of Sakagami no Cloud been broadcast yet?" Chihara snatched the remote control in the girl's hand, "It's almost over this year?" The pigeon will be on December 32nd. ”

"But December is only thirty-one days." Zhuda Caimeow pinched the potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth.

"So I suspect he bounced his ticket."

With a cold snort and throwing the remote control to someone who didn't know what to do, Chihara glanced back at the water in the pot.

It's just steaming up.

Tearing open the packaging of Nissin soba noodles with two clicks, Mr. Chihara, who is very hygienic, picks up the dough with chopsticks and puts it inside, and the same is true for both packets, and finally the seasoning bag and a few broken strips are left.

Carefully pinch out the seasoning bag with your fingers, and pour the remaining crumbs directly into your mouth by pulling the plastic package.

Sure enough, instant noodles are the best to eat dry.

"Didn't you eat at night? Do you still have a late-night snack at this point? Looking at the older girl with her feet crossed in his house, he continued, "I was going to take a shower and go to bed, but you've made me busy again." ”

Pick up the shoes that I just kicked off and put them away, and by the way, there are also the small leather shoes that came in from outside the door with dust, and the yellow slippers when they turned over from next door. As for the pair of socks I just had, the torn ones were thrown into the trash, and the ones that survived were thrown into the washing machine, anyway, they were all the same style in the drawers in my room, so I didn't need to worry about the color.

The girl who was lying on her back on the sofa and playing with her mobile phone raised her hand and held the mobile phone and was reluctant to move, "I finally understand why Mr. Hirata is willing to give you all the keys to this building. ”

"If I could, I wish I was the one who was taken care of......"

He let out a long sigh, "And you are an old sister who is so many years older than me, and the trouble is somewhat ladylike, what did you learn in high school home economics?" You can't let your companion do it for you, right? ”

"I was confident that I could be regarded as 'serious learners' in home economics class, but my lazy temperament made me unable to compare with some male friends with girlish hearts." Listening to the boiling sound of muttering, Zhuda Caimeow has consciously got up and sat down on the dining table.

"You know you're lazy." He shook his head helplessly.

A pair of delicate hands pinched two plates and gently placed them on the table, and the chopsticks were specially arranged neatly after the table.

Miss Caimeow enjoys being lazy.

She wants to live lazily, but she wants to live excitingly.

So she can only be lazy in life and diligent in work.

Fortunately, the diligence of the old mother Chihara temporarily helped her make up for this.

Chihara opened the old godmother she had prepared, regarded it as an extra ingredient for herself, and waited until she poured three small spoonfuls of the freshly cooked soba noodles before closing the lid satisfied.

He mixed it with chopsticks, and waited until it was almost ready to eat elegantly.

Takeda Caimeow listened to the slight sound of sucking noodles and the sound of snorting from the chili pepper on the other side, and made sure that he hadn't played a prank in the bowl before relieving himself.

"I met Sakura-san when I was working part-time today."

"Who?"

"At the same time as LM, you should remember that the hooked nose was particularly distinctive."

"She's ......," Zhuda thought for a moment and said, "I'm a year younger than you, so I'm supposed to be in my third year of high school this year, right?" ”

"Yes."

The girl on the other side looked like a little fairy, but when she ate something, she became an absolute rough man, holding a plate bigger than her face, Miss Cai Meow lifted her weight lightly, and she ate the noodles very easily after a while, not only the noodles, but also the side dishes and seaweed, but the sesame seeds stained in it have been licked, so the plate was originally a light blue plate, and it was directly restored to clean, and it didn't feel like there was any need to wash it.

Of course, it just feels like it's a little disgusting not to wash it.

Chihara's soba noodles are slightly cold and do not have a trace of heat, but after eating them, they do not feel cold in the stomach, but on the contrary, they appear more and more energetic because of the food intake.

Her stomach, which had just tasted the sweetness, kept hinting at her, which roughly meant 'I'm ready for more food and can eat as much as I want'.

It's a pity that it's eleven o'clock at night, and Miss Caimeow, who is a woman, still restrains this greed.

The girl with sesame seeds stuck in her teeth scraped the gap with her fingernails without any image awareness, and the person opposite was disgusted and threw the floss stick on the table to her.