Mr. Chihara still worked two jobs as usual today, but fortunately he didn't meet the wealthy Sakura-san this time, so he came back a little earlier today than yesterday.

And Miss Saimeow, who accidentally forgot the key again, still squatted at the door like last time, which startled Mr. Chihara again.

The sense of déjà vu in life is so strong.

"Chihara, aren't you going to have some today?"

Leaning on the corner of the sofa, Zhuda Caimeow raised her head, looked at the boy leaning on the back of the sofa, and couldn't help shaking the potato chips in her hand and asked.

"Not coming!"

His arms were pressed against the back of the sofa, his eyes glued to the TV screen, today was the last part of "Sakagami no Kuro", Mr. Chihara had been waiting for a long time, and he had been counting on it for the whole of 2011.

As for Miss Zhuda?

She has no interest in this kind of war drama and big river drama that likes to tell big truths, looking at the serious appearance of the people in it, she always feels that only men love this kind of film.

She would rather look at cheap spiritual goods of a lower style than this kind of thing.

For example, idol dramas.

Another example is an adult-level horror movie that can make the man on the couch tremble......

Although I don't know why the other party is more courageous as a man, but Zhuda Caimeow does find it very interesting, especially the panicked and insisted that he was fine.

He was afraid that he would continue to put it down, but he also felt that he should not miss the next shot.

This ambivalence is already perfectly in line with the hunting crowd of horror films.

For example, it is like a child with two small hands pulling in front of him and secretly pulling open the slits.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to watch it with him.

"It's advertising time."

Takeda Caimeow glanced up at the TV screen and saw that it was another sponsor advertisement promoting cosmetic surgery and the hospital, "Help me cook the noodles first, and then I'll call you later." ”

Japanese TV dramas are so troublesome, watching and watching will insert an advertisement, and the time is very long, often five or six minutes, which is really abrasive.

"Miss Caimeow doesn't have the superpower to insert a spam message when the contemptible person is just starting to rise, right?" He was skeptical.

Takeda Aya Meow was amazed by his whimsy: "If I had this ability, I would have repeated the classic picture of "My Sister" back and forth on TV Tokyo, so that the world would recall my style again." ”

"No one even suspects that it was done in secret."

After all, it's TEPCO, and it's a wonder that you can broadcast cartoons when the earthquake comes.

Mr. Chihara had to sigh at the depravity of the current TV station, and even the Taiga drama had to insert advertisements in the middle to affect the audience experience.

But he was helpless, and he didn't want to waste time watching the garbage, he returned to the kitchen and tore open a bag of soba noodles, looked at the mist that was bubbling from the pot, and asked weakly:

"Excuse meow, Miss Caimeow, don't you have any other nightlife projects besides coming here to harass me and trouble me?"

"I even suspect that I might want to change jobs to become your night babysitter in the future."

"What's more, you really won't get fat if you eat supper at night?"

Mr. Chihara already feels that he has entered a middle-aged life ahead of schedule, and the time after work every night is like having an idle daughter, especially after half past ten at night, and he has the taste of having to continue to work after returning home from overtime in his thirties.

Becoming a father so quickly made him feel tired after mopping the water on the ground, and he couldn't understand why someone was so stupid as to boil hot water and pour it into a cup.

"Well...... After all, she is the most Asassi Chihara mother in the whole company. The girl smiled brightly, "I believe that Chihara's mother will be able to keep me from going hungry, right?" ”

Mr. Chihara shook his head helplessly: "I'm just afraid that you will become fat and affect the visual enjoyment of the otaku." ”

"Don't worry, soba noodles are super low-calorie, and I usually use them as a diet meal." The girl nodded.

He scooped up the noodles in the pot and put them on a plate with cold water, tore open the ingredient package that came with the package, and sprinkled sesame seaweed to decorate.

"It's ready, it's ready to eat."

Mr. Chihara placed the plate on the table, and then shouted to the girl on the sofa five or six steps away.

It's a pity that the old lazy dog is reluctant to move.

"Can you trouble Ernie Sauce to bring it over? People's feet are pinched in the afternoon~"

To tell you the truth, looking at her pretending to be like this, Mr. Chihara was a little disgusted.

"Yes, is the sofa where you eat noodles? I can pat the chips and sweep them to the ground. This plate of noodles is also stained with sauce, and if you accidentally fall off the sofa later, it will be difficult to wipe it. He blamed a certain older sister.

But someone is still a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, so he has to eat it on the sofa.

He said so before, but if he really didn't want to move, he would have to go by himself.

Mr. Chihara, who put down the plate, couldn't figure it out.

No matter how you look at it, you can see that she is a beautiful and lovely person.

The smile, in particular, seems to be born with a little shyness. Pursing her lips and smiling, the neighbor's sister immediately came to her face, like the memories that people crave, beckoning to herself on tiptoe at the door of the house every day, waiting for someone to go home with her after school, well-behaved and moving childhood sweetheart.

How did you become this lazy pig with crossed legs, standing without standing, sitting or sitting, eating or eating, and sleeping without sleeping?

"Hmm! It's still the original treasure! ”

Miss Caimeow, who was full of food and drink, leaned on the coffee table with her legs crossed, and the person was lying on the sofa on her side, and she reached out and pressed the remote control a few times without image.

Today's "Sakagami no Cloud" has been released, and Mr. Chihara's trilogy from 09 to 11 years is also a success, so Miss Saimeow has once again regained the right to use the TV.

Mr. Chihara, who had nothing to ask for tonight, looked up at the air conditioner in the living room that was adjusted to 27 degrees, which was considered to be neither high nor low at just the right room temperature.

Placing someone's raised groping trotters on the ground, he sat down with a copy of Sword Art Online, which he had just bought from the bookstore before leaving work today.

By the way, I took out the notebook that I had stored in my coat before.

"By the way, when was your audition for the supporting actress in "The Guilty Crown"?" Chihara asked.

The girl snorted, "Next month, the New Year will be over." ”

New Year's Day in Japan is a Gregorian calendar year, so it's just January.

She replied quickly, obviously with some swagger.

Chihara looked at the girl beside her strangely, curious why she was so proud in front of herself.

He stared at Zhuda Caimeow: "No problem, right?" Have you seen the list of competitors in advance? ”

"That kind of thing doesn't need to be known!"

She said angrily: "Knowing it will affect your emotions, and you are afraid every day that others will be better than you, so it is uncomfortable." ”

Chihara thought about it, but this is also the reason, so he didn't ask any more.

Just pinched the copy of the script that belonged to her in her hand, and patted someone's calf that involuntarily lifted up.

Fortunately, this sister is now wearing pajamas and pajamas, so that Mr. Chihara's behavior is now less suspected of sexual harassment.

He said calmly: "Take it back yourself, don't be too obsessed with the TV series, now you are full of confidence, don't cry if you fall off the list when the time comes."

After saying that, it was thrown on someone's body.

Zhuda Caimeow is also an old voice actor.,05 years into the LM firm.,It's been more than six years now.,The number of times I've fallen off the list is less.,I'm not afraid.。

So she didn't admit defeat and slapped it back with another book on the table, and only said proudly:

"You are, I've bought all the books, remember to watch them well, and I'll be waiting to chase you as the starring cartoon when the time comes."

"Don't be the only one who is selected, you kid will run away alone with a passerby."

Mr. Chihara did not answer, but just raised his pencil and sketched back and forth between the script and the novel.

It wasn't until someone moved his ass closer to the little face and pinched his leg with a small hand that he reluctantly replied: "Why don't you give you a Kirito autograph when the time comes?" ”

He rubbed the sore spot and sighed softly.

Looking at the clock again, it was only eleven o'clock, and I was not in a hurry to sleep.

But it was not very comfortable to be blown by the wind, so Mr. Chihara came out of the room with a blanket, laid it on the sofa, and threw some of it to the girl, and pulled some of it over her lap.

Turning the wind a little higher, he continued to read the book with peace of mind.