Generally, if there are no special circumstances, Mr. Chihara sleeps relatively peacefully at night, and he doesn't go back to get up at night to drink water or anything, which is left for the next day, so there is no big problem in sleeping until the next morning.

It's a pity that in the past few days, because of the novel, Mr. Chihara has gotten up later than usual.

When I got up in the morning, Mr. Chihara finished freshening up, sat down on the sofa a little and looked up at the time.

It's half past seven, and it's time for breakfast.

Wiping his nose with a tissue, he picked up the key ring of the building and prepared to go out.

Unfortunately, as soon as he poked his head out, a cold wind went straight to the placket of his clothes, which made him shiver.

It's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, so it's better not to go out.

So, Mr. Chihara could only pull his coat tightly, insert the key into the door of the house opposite, and walk straight in.

"Miss Caimeow, are you up yet?"

Well, there's no movement, I'm definitely still asleep.

After changing his shoes at the door, Mr. Chihara shook off his off-white coat and threw it on the sofa.

He took out the leftover rice from last night from the refrigerator, poured it into the pot to prepare a white porridge, and then took out a few packets of dried radishes from the snack bag and put them on the table in advance.

While the pot is not completely boiling, secretly pull open a packet of dried radish. Yellow and shiny, glowing under the oblique rays of the morning light, it attracts attention and stimulates the saliva in his mouth, and after eating a small packet, Mr. Chihara licked his fingers that were stained with some juice.

"It tastes good."

This kind of little sweet and sour snack, he still likes it.

The side dishes are ready, the white porridge is ready, and Mr. Chihara's breakfast is ready today.

It's not very troublesome, it's not very good-looking, it's not nutritional, it's very ordinary.

"Zhuda, it's time to have breakfast!" Mr. Chihara knocked the closed door.

"Just bring it in,......" the girl inside responded, her voice muffled.

He vaguely heard the sound of blowing his nose.

Do you really think of yourself as Lafayette?

"Fart."

Quietly open a crack in the door, confirm that someone is not dressing, will not trigger the strange CG, but lazily curled up in the bed like a pig, and a roar scared the beautiful girl on the single bed trembling, and was pulled back to reality directly from the hazy dream.

"Ernie sauce is so fierce~"

"Don't go crazy at this time, hurry up and have breakfast."

Mr. Chihara knocked on the door angrily and reminded him that it was time to get up.

Zhuda Caimeow yawned and opened the bathroom door, washed his face and brushed his teeth, yawned and threw his clothes and pants into the laundry bucket, yawned and picked up the bowl on the dining table, yawned and collapsed on the sofa rubbing his stomach that had just eaten a little full and brushed his mobile phone.

Seeing that the welfare handsome guys on Twitter are all top and very good at selling meat, I couldn't help but happily take the trumpet and like a few likes.

took a sip of the lactic acid bacteria that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, glanced at the neighbor who had just finished washing the dishes, and took the initiative to throw away another box on the table.

"Drink boldly, don't thank me!"

It's as if something very good has been done.

It's a pity that this one was purchased by the AA system.

He said helplessly: "I'll go back after eating, and I'll take a shower to wake up later." ”

"I washed it last night, and I washed it in the morning?" Miss Meow was shocked, "You don't have a habit of cleanliness, do you?" ”

"It's not a cleanliness fetish, it's the New Year, even though it's the Gregorian calendar, it should also have a sense of ritual, and taking a bath is a way."

Mr. Chihara lamented that young people nowadays do not understand the joy of life.

"Reasonable, reasonable."

"I'll wash it later, go out to rent a kimono at noon, and go to the river to watch the night fireworks in the evening, so that this good festival will not be wasted." The more the girl spoke, the happier she became, as if she had seen her pretty self at night to attract the attention of the audience.

Mr. Chihara was stunned.

"No, you're going out on vacation?"

"No, if you don't go out to play during the holidays, do you stay at home?"

The air was silent, half-siblings looked at each other across the dining table, and floating dust could be faintly seen in the transparent sunlight.

“…… You mean you're not going out today? "Zhuda Caimeow finally came back to her senses.

"What are you doing out there?"

She patted the boy on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Young people should go out to play more during the holidays, don't stay at home all the time, it's not good for your health." ”

"Put down the phone, disconnect the network, and then go outside for a walk only to find that it is still fun to play games." Mr. Chihara added for her, "Besides, I still haven't finished reading the novel, and I'm going to audition this month, so I'm in a hurry." ”

"Isn't it that long? It's okay to relax. ”

"That's why I'm anxious because I'm on vacation, Zhuda." He patted his younger sister's shoulder with a sad look, "I relaxed, he stepped up, and this was opened up again, and according to the prisoner's dilemma, I can only roll." ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Chihara couldn't help but burst into tears.

At the beginning, they all said that they were playing games in the Internet café, but when they opened the door of the library, they entered the table on the far left and were a few old friends, who looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, and then continued to bow their heads and wave their pens.

"I think you're delusional, if there was someone with this kind of perseverance in the voice actors, they would have been admitted to Tokyo University a long time ago."

She glanced at Gao Caisheng and snorted twice, turned around and went back to the room to find clothes and take a shower.

"I'll see you later."

"No, see you later."

After a brief last glance, Mr. Chihara could faintly hear the soft humming of a song over there.

It sounds like the Grim Reaper's OP "Girl S".,But it seems to have been pulled into the membership list recently.,I can't listen to it directly.。

The coat was thrown on the sofa, and he cleaned up the house before taking a shower, and sweated in advance, and Mr. Chihara just took off his weight to take a shower.

Wait until it comes out again.

His snow-white shirt was not buttoned on the outside, it was open and unobstructed, but fortunately the air conditioner was turned on by someone who had just turned over from the balcony today, and the window was closed, so the cold wind could not blow straight in.

"Oh Huo ~ Chihara, you are so true!"

In the living room, Zhuda Caimeow, who was dressed in bells and whistles and had some traces of water in his hair, whistled and waved at him.

On the sofa of someone else's house, drinking someone else's orange juice bubble, he said words that angered Mr. Chihara mercilessly. Then turn on someone else's TV, and use someone else's remote control to change the channel.

Mr. Chihara grinds his teeth.

Cut, without makeup, she is not as beautiful as the big sister in the supermarket.

"Don't look at people like this after taking a shower, it's very ambiguous." Miss Caimeow said solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'm just annoyed by my cheap sister wasting electricity, and I don't mean anything else."

"At most, your ass will be in danger."

Mr. Chihara snorted coldly and threw someone's long legs across the couch off the couch.

Listening to her babbling and glancing at her water-stained hair, I remembered that I didn't seem to blow it yet.

Get up from the couch, pick up the hair dryer on the TV stand, and plug it into the nearest power port.

Today's wind is whining.