Today's Mr. Chihara recorded a voice in the morning.,Seeing that the male protagonist was bullied by the supervision of the animation team.,I'm also teased by the black-bellied woman I met for the first time.,No matter what, I have palpitations.。

In the afternoon, I went to a café with a brown bear doll on my head, and was asked to take a photo by a passing couple, which caused serious mental trauma.

When it came to the evening, he wore a marked waiter costume and was bullied by the female customers.

So he could only sigh three times in a row, regretting that he was so talented that he also had to suffer all the suffering in the world.

But a day with recording work is always special, and today's harvest is enough to keep him happy for a while.

Although the money he had just gotten was spent by him in one go, and slipped out of his wallet again.

Mr. Chihara hummed softly, carrying a thick bag of books in his hand, stopped in front of his door, slowly took out the key from his trouser pocket and twisted the door, and when the door clicked open, one foot just stepped in.

Someone in the room felt the breath of his male mother, and he was already covering his head and face with angry drinking, shaking his eardrums.

"Starve me to death——!"

Speechlessly, he put on his slippers and went in, and then in the living room he saw the figure dressed as white as a female ghost.

"Chihara Chihara, why did you come back so late tonight?" Zhuda Caimeow snorted, "Shouldn't it be that I ran out on a date with a woman outside?" That's why I came back so late......"

"Today is December 26th, Christmas Eve is the day before yesterday, Christmas is yesterday, how do you think I can find a girlfriend in just two days?" He said faintly.

Zhuda Caimeow thought for a while and said: "Love is coming, you can't stop it, maybe one day you will fall in love at first sight." ”

"Besides, when I was just calling you, I heard the voices of a crowd of noisy young women nearby." A certain young sister began to talk a little bit.

"Isn't that the case in Ginza? There were either men or women on the street, and there was something strange about the voices of women near me walking outside. ”

He put down the book in his hand and lined it up on the coffee table.

"But you're too unsafe." The girl sighed, "No, it should be that you look like you will make people forget about safety and self-love." ”

"And I have small arms and legs, and I don't usually exercise, and my muscles are weaker than mine, which is really worrying......"

It sounds like the first sentence is complimenting Mr. Chihara's beauty, and the latter sentence is supposed to be complimenting her own strength numbers.

Chihara didn't look up to respond to her provocation, but carefully put aside the first volume of Sword Art Online, which took two hours to read yesterday, and sat on the sofa to pick up the second volume he had just bought today.

"Do you look down on the two-dimensional cash charge and buy light novels?" Miss Caimeow asked in surprise.

"Let me declare, it's not a current charge, at most it's just a young man."

Chihara lifted the cup on the table and was about to take a sip, but as soon as he picked up the cup, he frowned, it was supposed to be the leftover water he drank in the morning, why is it warm now?

"Have you moved?" He was skeptical.

"I just boiled myself a pot of hot water, and I'm going to eat noodles while watching a TV series." The girl snorted, and some of them proudly crossed their waists and said loudly, "Even without you, I can cook for myself." ”

Do you mean that you want to get rid of the impression of an imbecile in housekeeping with such a trivial matter?

Fortunately, both glasses were warm, which at least shows that someone is not selfish enough to only care about themselves.

If it was to clean the house for him himself, Mr. Chihara would really praise him with words.

It's a pity that it's just a small matter of pouring a pot of water.

"You haven't drunk it from my cup, have you?" The boy who walked to the kitchen with his teacup in his hand asked.

"W-no, right?"

In fact, she was not sure, she always felt that the two cups on the table looked exactly the same, and she was a little confused.

"Forget it."

Mr. Chihara consciously poured all the rest of his cup into the pool, rinsed it with cold water, and rinsed the residual liquid through the pot of hot water again before he was willing to have another cup.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

Bamboo Tsaimeow pulled her coiled legs over the blanket and pursed her lips in a huff, focusing her eyes on the TV screen.

"Sick, clean, afraid of germs on someone."

When he returned to the sofa, he took a sip of warm water, gently lifted the page of the book, thought about it and turned his head to ask, "When did you come back today?" ”

I also specially pressed the switch of the remote control of the air conditioner.

"Seven."

"Haven't you eaten enough? Soba noodles every day. ”

"Okay, you can see that."

Zhuda Caimeow grinned, smiling heartily and generously, not pretentious: "Since you know everything, can you hurry up and help me cook it, this beautiful girl is already grunting with hunger." ”

Mr. Chihara glanced at her stomach in surprise, then looked her up and down.

"I thought you meant you were done eating."

"It could have been cooked!" She emphasized, "It's a pity that Takuya Kimura is so handsome, I was so fascinated by it that I forgot the time, and the water became tepid, and I couldn't cook noodles." ”

Good guys, three hours of forgetting is basically the same as when someone used to be addicted to games.

"Can't you just reheat a pot? Or just use the pot. ”

"Lazy!"

She was quite justified.

Mr. Chihara shook his head helplessly, stuffed the bookmark from the bookstore into the book, and slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"If you can do it yourself at night, move it a little, don't wait until you're hungry and panicked to remember, just leave the pots and plates for me to wash if you're too lazy."

"Okay, okay! I won't be so fascinated next time. ”

Takeda meow blinked.

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm...... Try your best......"

Looking at Miss Caimeow's attitude, you know that there is a high probability that this will be the case tomorrow.

However, the final exams of the University of Tokyo are over, and there is no need to think about going to class for a while.

New Year's Day in Japan is the New Year in Japan, and there is a special holiday to spend later.

Zhuda Caimeow hugged a bowl of noodles, bent her knees, pressed comfortably on the sofa with her feet and buttocks, and hissed and sucked the noodles.

"Woohoo, it's still delicious cooked by Yuanbao."

"Be quiet, girls pay more attention to their image." Mr. Chihara scratched his hair, "Also, don't interfere with my reading." ”

"Okay, I'll just be more restrained." Zhuda Meow snorted twice, "The main thing is to blame you for making a pack of soba noodles from the supermarket so delicious." ”

It's rare, a compliment that Mr. Chihara can hear from Miss Ayameow's mouth.

But he was indifferent to this hypocritical compliment.

"So, I'm really curious how you read light novels?"

Half-satisfied, Zhuda Caimeow took a deep breath and swallowed the warm water with a grunt, "Aren't they usually Nietzsche, Lao She, and Hemingway?" ”

"Don't you want to get closer to female voice actors or fans by discussing light novels?"

The meaning of the girl's teasing is very obvious.

"It's just that I heard that Matsuda Matsuda's sincere recording animation next door has bought a set of light novels.,I think this kind of behavior can be learned.,Usually I read other books as well.,There's no harm in studying it.。

Chihara's pen swayed slightly, and the tip of the pen roamed across the paper.

"Also, is Miss Rainbow full? When you're full, give me the plate, and then you can go back to your room and sleep. ”

"Don't waste any more money on my family's electricity bills."

Miss Takeda smiled disdainfully at someone urging her, and then slammed the plate on the coffee table, which had to be considered a rebellion against tyranny.

Mr. Chihara didn't have much time to waste with her, rubbing his hands on her head and disrupting her hairstyle after the shower tonight.

Finally, he hummed twice, pinched the plate and chopsticks and walked away.

After washing the dishes and sitting back on the sofa, Mr. Chihara looked up at the air conditioner's room temperature setting of 27°C. He pulled the blanket onto his lap and continued to pinch the pen to write and draw on the second volume of Sword Art Online.