Hurrying slowly, the two finally arrived at their company's office at 8:45 a.m.

It is said to be an office, but in fact, it is just a relatively large studio, from the living room, office room, lounge, to the kitchenette at this end.

The TV drama version of "Arakawa Hilarious Troupe" is already playing on the computer screen, and a certain young sister is watching it with bent legs and bare feet on a soft chair.

Mr. Chihara walked over to the work table, reached out and tossed aside the pens and paper scattered on the table, vacated a piece, and placed a cup of hot coffee, the water was freshly boiled, and the coffee was freshly brewed with the cheap brew on the table.

Hirata, this guy is really picky, he only has this kind of goods in his personal cabinet, and there seems to be beer in addition to that.

I don't know if it's good or not, because Mr. Chihara is not yet the legal age of twenty years old and is not allowed to drink.

In addition, the high-end red wine bottle on the shelf that can be seen on the front of the door is actually 3,000 yen of cheap red wine purchased online, and it was also the method that Mr. Chihara and President Hirata secretly thought of to pretend to be forced, which saved money and style.

Even if there is a guest, I don't feel distressed when I lift a bottle, maybe under the effect of a psychological placebo, the other party will feel particularly delicious when they look at the stickers of Château Margaux outside.

"Hmm...... Yuan Bao, it's really right to bring you here! ”

"Dick! Don't be so disgusting! ”

Mr. Chihara took the document bag and gently kicked the agent president who had just entered the door onto the sofa.

"Also...... Lift your feet! ”

"Okay."

Mr. Chihara helped take off his shoes and threw them on the ground for him to put on himself, but luckily the guy didn't sweat much, otherwise it would have smelled too much.

"How many times have you said it, when you enter the door to change your shoes, can you not let me drag the ground again? The wooden floor can't afford to toss, and it has to be waxed, which is really troublesome! ”

Like an old mother, Mr. Chihara scolded while doing it, and taught him such a lesson to a sloppy old man who was thirty years old and had not yet started a family.

Finally, wipe the snow on the soles of your shoes with a paper towel and put them on the shoe cabinet.

Today, Mr. Chihara will be able to wash his hands and lie down and rest easily.

It's a pity that the two brothers still don't want to let him take a nap in peace.

Only then did I squint my eyes and there was something going on again.

"Zhuda, why are you sitting in my seat watching the TV series? Still holding a bag of potato chips? Can you have a sense of superiority and inferiority?"

"Don't worry, I'll come down right after I finish watching this episode, and you can watch TV on the couch with Chihara for a while."

"No, I have an urgent matter today, maybe there will be an email."

Hirata, a veteran agent and part-time president of the club, pushed away the swivel chair, and no matter how lively Takeda Caimeow refused at the top, he was still unmoved.

"No, you don't have anything at all."

"Less nonsense, and I'll be here later."

"Then you cut it back for me, I was seeing Xingtou, and there was a message prompting me to call you."

Miss Cai Meow jumped out of her chair and pointed at the mailbox interface full of small advertisements and **** discount messages, asking him to quickly return to the TV series screen just now.

"I've convinced both of you." Mr. Chihara shook his head, "Zhuda, you've seen the first few episodes, I'll continue to play it for you on my phone later, don't disturb someone playing games for work reasons." ”

"Let me clarify, there is really a job today."

After all, President Hirata still did not deny the fact that he had been playing games at work in the past.

Miss Takeda snorted coldly, pinched his shoulder hard in retaliation, and then swaggered across from Mr. Chihara with his coffee, watching him pull up the page of his phone and download the pirated video in HD resolution.

Chihara threw her phone and poured another cup of coffee on the work table with the kettle.

Then he lay back on the sofa and asked his mobile phone to turn on the "watching and down" function.

Although it's not good to say this, Miss Takeda Caimeow thinks about piracy because the TV station suppresses the development of video websites in Japan, and even the copyright fee for editing a clip will be charged, and if you don't give it, you will be taken off the shelves, let alone watch TV series in other ways.

As a consumer, of course, Zhuda Caimeow thinks about himself, and it is best to watch and pass the time in this state of clocking in and fishing.

So, when the newcomer Mizukura Yui came to the lounge, he saw a rare picture, and it was rare that all four people arrived.

The most tired and sleepy Chihara junior wore a warm towel over his eyes to give himself an eye massage.

The cutest color meow old-timers pinched other people's old mobile phones and stared at the screen, smirking twice from time to time.

And President Hirata, who had just waited for half a day without an email, began a hearty electronic world war again.

There was also a stack of papers on the table in the center of the room that seemed to be unread.

"Eh, you're here~" Mr. Hirata, who was wearing headphones, waved to his newcomer.

It's just that his voice is a bit like the head of Yue in Hong Kong dramas, which makes people shudder.

"Be normal, don't scare people."

Takeda Aya Meow rolled her cute eyes at her president, and then beckoned Meng Xin to come to her side, "Mizukura-san, I also prepared a snack." ”

It's just a bargain bought outside.

Seeing her carrying her schoolbag and running over in small steps, Miss Caimeow couldn't help but smile.

"I also came to the office on Saturday, and Mizukura doesn't seem to have a make-up class?"

"No, I'll make up in the afternoon." The girl shook her head and replied, "So I have in my bag in addition to the animation script and today's homework." ”

"What a dedication!"

Zhuda Caimeow sighed and asked, "Is there a lot of academic pressure?" ”

"Sort of."

Zhuda Caimeow, who has a high school degree, sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile: "I was the same at that time, but it was more serious than you, and it felt like it was all a book from heaven." ”

"That only shows that you are stupid, you are stupid, you are lazy."

"Who are you talking about?"

Chihara spoke, but he was still covered with a towel and refused to move.

Of course, the only thing that responded to him was someone's annoyed and angry "pinching of the thigh".

"But now you can actually care about the learning situation of your juniors, this kind of behavior is still worthy of encouragement and praise."

Mr. Chihara threw one of the candies on the table to her, and then turned to the newcomer Yuiko Mizukura, "If you don't mind, can you see what you learned in this year's class?" ”

When he spoke, he was still holding the towel that had just fallen in his hand, and the water that was warm ten minutes ago had cooled down.

"Well, yes."

Mizukura Yui watched the big brother opposite throw the towel back into the basin, took out two tissues to wipe his hands, took over the homework he had to hand in today's cram school, and handed himself a fruit candy by the way.

It's just that Mr. Chihara just took the book in his hand and turned the page, frowning like an old Chinese medicine doctor, the more he looked at it, the more wrinkled he became, his face was still changing back and forth, and his eyes changed from shock to lamentation to numbness, and she was scared.

"What grade are you?" He asked with a wry smile.

Mizukura replied, "Freshman in high school." ”

"It's a freshman in high school......"

The corners of Mr. Chihara's mouth twitched.

Mizukura-san's hands trembled.

I have long heard that the real brother in the company gave him the nickname Tokyo Kaoshen, and even he has this expression, is he hopeless.

"That...... Doctor, is it serious? ”

"It's not a serious problem."

Qianyuan, who put down the book, took a breath and looked ugly.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the notebooks I sold at the beginning would be used in used bookstores and turned into tutoring homework for students now, which was too shocking for a while."

"It turns out that there is such an easy way to make money in this world."

"Can I collect royalties?"