Tutoring is a painful thing.

Since the second semester of the first year of high school, I began to attend cram school, and then deducted the time to write weekend homework, the nominal weekend has actually collapsed into a hard 1.5 day off, which is undoubtedly bad news for an equalizer like Yui Mizukura who attaches importance to the combination of work and rest.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of spirit those desperate Saburo who had to further squeeze their extracurricular life to go to cram school and fight with their lives.

At least she can't.

Just like recharging a battery, this short day and a half of relaxation and relaxation is indispensable for her to ensure that she is fully engaged during the school day.

It's a pity that this half-day of leisure finally became the beginning of her nightmare under the opening of the topic of Zhuda Caimeow.

Yui Mizukura's little sister begged bitterly: "Senior, let me go, I don't want to watch it anymore, leave it until the afternoon when I go to cram school by myself." ”

"Don't worry, it's just a point, just a few more pages."

Mr. Chihara patted his little sister on the couch on the head to remind her to concentrate.

"But you've said this sentence a few times, and now it's beyond the syllabus to the second year of high school, and I haven't sent my textbooks yet."

"What is super, you have to learn sooner or later, don't you have to take the test in the third year of high school? Now mark the key points in advance, so that you don't know what matters in class later. ”

He still clearly remembers that when he was in school, the most sleepy time in the afternoon, and even the handwriting on the books was crooked.

But looking at the reluctant appearance of the little girl in front of him, Mr. Chihara no longer persecuted, and he couldn't see it when he didn't want to learn.

"Forget it!" Shoved the pencil in her hand into her clear pencil case, "That's all for now, we'll talk about the rest later." ”

"Let's see the rest of the teachings...... Next time, remember to bring the exam papers with you, and I'll summarize the mistakes for you. Mr. Chihara took a sip of boiled water like an old teacher.

"Woo senior, don't do it!" The girl couldn't stop wailing.

Mizukura Yui never thought that he would have to think about his studies in the company one day.,Shelving other companies.,The seniors are Lolita at most.,Climb the mountain for yourself.,How can there be a learning control here that is forced to learn.。

On the other side, Zhuda Caimeow has finished watching the latest episode last night, and is now nesting in the sofa with Erlang's legs high, spreading a photography magazine between his stomach and thighs, and his toes in his socks pouting restlessly.

She chuckled twice and teased, "Mizukura-san, I told you that Chihara-kun is a very strange person before, right?" I've long reminded you to be careful of this beautiful girl, and now he's being targeted, so be careful in the future. ”

"I will explain to my juniors in advance that someone's ambiguous statement is just to unilaterally discredit me."

"First of all, I swear that I don't have any physical thoughts about real women, because in the end, no paper man is perfect." Mr. Chihara didn't move at all, and continued with a calm face, "The contemptible person is just thinking about opening a tutor program to earn some extra money recently, and now I will take Mizukura's classmates to practice in advance to save time and discomfort." ”

"By the way, Mizukura-san, is there still a shortage of teachers in your cram school?"

Looking for a new job?

Zhuda Caimeow couldn't help but clap her hands and ask: "How many jobs have you worked recently, and now you are thinking about starting a new job?" Can you focus on working with me to do my job as a voice actor, do a line of love? ”

Someone is clearly showing off a new role that they have recently gotten.

"Then someone has to look for me...... Mr. Chihara said with a sad face, "It's not that Hirata is unproductive, he can't find a good role, it's all passers-by, and the voice actor level can't go up, and the salary is naturally low, so I can't find a job to maintain expenses." ”

"There are also problems with Japanese law!" He slapped his thigh and shouted, "On the day I turned eighteen, I went to Shinjuku to apply for a job as a cowherd with great interest, trying to change my life and realize my dream of life from now on, but they told me that Japanese law stipulates that twenty years old is considered an adult." ”

"Even the rental boyfriend is the same, obviously as soon as a handsome guy in Tokyo like me gets on the app interface, there will be a consortium lady with a net worth of 100 billion who will press the number key to support the rest of her ......life."

At this, he choked up, so he sat quietly on the sofa, and it took a long time to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Miss Caimeow was shocked by the whims of the people in front of her: "This kind of thing only happens in light novels, less delusional." ”

"Yes, yes."

Mr. Chihara could only nod in agreement, no matter how he thought in reality, such a ridiculous thing would not happen.

"Speaking of which......"

He turned his head and reminded: "Hirata, have you received the email?" You can't be playing games all the time and not paying attention, right? ”

It's a pity that Mr. President, who is already fascinated by wearing headphones, can't hear the outside world at all at the moment, and he shouts a few times.

So Mr. Chihara could only walk up to his old friend, forcibly pull his hand away, and press the WIN+D key to switch to the desktop.

"Ah...... I'm typing a book! What are you doing! ”

"Spanking is really addictive, isn't it?"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, and tapped his finger on the browser tab at the bottom of the screen, reminding him to take a look.

"Yes, yes, I forgot about it."

It's a pity that in addition to the new yellow advertisements and product price reduction news, there is no other valuable information prompt.

So Mr. President could only continue to play the game with a sigh.

"So, Hirata, what the hell are you waiting for?" Mr. Chihara asked curiously.

"Nothing...... I'm afraid that if I say it in advance, I will lose face and give you a joke if I don't make it. ”

Ken Hirata hummed softly along with the game's battle background music.

Sometimes it's better to maintain a sense of mystery.

Especially when it comes as a gift.

Mr. Chihara frowned and said, "You are also sick. ”

It's probably like this in this room.,A middle-aged Internet addict who loves to pretend to be mysterious.,The younger sister who pays attention to the image on the surface but is actually lazy.,The new Mizukura classmates don't know how to do it yet.,I won't evaluate it for the time being.。

The only normal person who can be confirmed now is Mr. Chihara himself.

I glanced at the clock, it was ten o'clock, and it was time to get ready to cook.

"Chihara, I want to eat dumplings today!"

"Eat a fart!"

I didn't do anything today.、Mr. President, who was just playing games there, yelled like a child.。

Mr. Chihara, who was in the kitchenette, glanced at the contents of the refrigerator, there were still some cabbage, tomatoes, and meat reserves, but unfortunately there were no dumpling skins.

So he had to untie the bib he had just tied himself and returned to the door.

"You're really sick!" He glanced at Hirata angrily, and stepped on the top of his shoe twice.

Hiss –

It's a little tight.

That's the trouble with espadrilles.

"I'm going to buy a dumpling wrapper, I've taken out the meat, remember to cut it into thin pieces for me after thawing." Mr. Chihara put on his coat again and gave a command before going out.

"Chihara, I'm going with you too!"

Miss Zhuda Caimeow raised her hand excitedly, she loved this kind of wool gathering time when she went out to buy it in the bright light, and she could also get rid of the tedious chores of chopping meat.

"You go fart, in case you can't see the meat stuffing when you come back, I'll treat you as a stuffing when I come back."

One of them was a very young girl, and the other was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and it was somewhat unrealistic to expect them.

"I think it's good for Zhuda to leave." Mr. Hirata shook his head and said, "There can be one less person in the room to grab snacks with me, and you can also have one more coolie carrying bags." ”

"Don't, you don't need to be picked up for anything like that, next time you want to buy rice, you can call her." Chihara said indifferently.

Judging from the expression of the girl on the sofa, it is obvious that Miss Caimeow is not very interested in carrying rice.

"I'm leaving, I'll be back shortly."

"Okay, I'll see you later."

Chihara, who had already put on her shoes, waved goodbye to the people in the room, and finally pulled the button on her coat and closed the door.

Outside the door, the snow had stopped, but the wind seemed to be blowing.

Mr. Chihara lowered his head and covered his mouth and sighed into his palm, and then had to put it in his pocket again.

How can this winter be as cold as last year?