"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Facing the remnants of blood and entering the final layer of the boss, the azure knight did not hesitate or flinch, and resolutely rushed out from the protection of his companions, and the long sword in his hand bloomed with golden light.

【Skill - Critical Strike】

Hee-hee, Captain Dog, I'm done!

Let me see what the special reward is!

No, it doesn't seem to be the same as the intelligence news, why is the knife on its back so big?

"No, jump backwards with all your might!"

Unfortunately, this reminder came too late, and the minotaur's strong body jumped into the air, brandishing the Notai knife and slashing down, the blue knight was able to block the first blow, and then he was caught in the opponent's sword dance, and finally was shot out like a broken kite and fell to the ground.

The remaining companions were furious and stepped forward to besiege and cover.

"Why do you want to ...... alone?"

Kirito ran over and picked up the handsome captain.

"It's useless, my HP has been cleared." The Grey Dog Rider, who pretended to be a failure, opened his eyes with difficulty, rejected the precious potion of recovery, and endured the pain and reluctance, raising his hand in the direction of the ceiling, trying to grasp the last hope.

"Please, for everyone's sake, please defeat it......"

Before the words fell, the entire body turned into blue crystal shards and drifted away.

Yui Mizukura squatted on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring at the TV and staring intently.

Caimeow tried to hold back a smile next to her.

Chihara's face was expressionless.

"Just fell like that?" Takeda Aya meow patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be noisy, be quiet, it's just because you talk nonsense that affects my performance."

He pouted, this kind of garbage animation that just gives a salary for one episode, the dog doesn't watch it, or the game is interesting.

Look back at the computer screen.

Before the fight started, a big brother had already been damaged, and at this time, everyone was already retired.

But before they could retreat, the minotaur holding the blood-drinking sword on the opposite side smiled wildly, flashed to the center of them, and made a shock wave to shake and vibrate, and rewarded the big guys to shoot them away collectively.

At this time, the sky was also overcast, the thunder roared, and the death singers who had turned into spirits also released a full-screen ultimate, and the death rays from outside the sky slashed directly at their heavenly spirit covers.

Immediately after, a spark flashed from the bull-headed god of war, and the hero who looked like Regerdo fell to the ground on the spot.

The beautiful girl who survived by luck suddenly shouted, "Collapsed, collapsed, sold, sold!" Slipped away, the minotaur behind him chased for a long time with a big sword, and saw that the five kills were hopeless, so he decisively threw away the mouse, and quickly played a forbidden spell on the public screen with both hands.

"Chief Minotau: Daddy!!"

She was suddenly sudden, as if brainwashed by this spell, and a large earth turned around, opened its hands, smiled, and calmly greeted death.

[The bull-headed chief has become a supergod. 】

This situation is really rare, and Mr. Chihara can't help but be ready to applaud and celebrate with Keyboard Jun.

"Emperor Bao: This group is a hammer, Galen, will you! Q Him! Are you silent? Are you big? I have to be caught and beaten......

"Emperor Bao: T is here to grab people's heads? I'm really convinced, real food!"

The accused Qianyuan had nothing to say, so he chose to calm things down and silently deleted the words in the dialog box one by one.

"Emperor Bao: Originally, I was a very high-quality person, and I didn't want to scold people, you know, but a person like you really should be scolded."

"Emperor Bao: Is this an operation that can be played by a human?"

Forget it, it's pointed, this one is not interesting.

"The Cheater (Infinite Juggernaut) has left the game."

Brother Matsuda, it's me who can't stand you, this time I'm really in prison.

Seeing that the screen fell into black and white, and the avatars of the five people next to him were collectively gray, Mr. Chihara fell into a long silence that could not be relieved.

turned on the phone and glanced at a beautiful girl who was still slapping the table in sync with the headphones.

Send five kills, right? Fishing in a group, right?

He lifted his cup and took a few sips of water to clear his throat.

Pinch the microphone next to you.

"Sakura, are you still there?"

"Huh?" The girl on the other end of the microphone was stunned, "Yes." ”

He lowered his head to confirm that the live broadcast screen on his phone was only slightly delayed, and the little girl's live broadcast did not block the voice output of the game.

The man forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, smiled evilly, and tried to adjust to the gentlest tone of his life.

Although the cheap microphone in the office may not be very good, Qian still has to go all out to give her a surprise.

He took a long breath, smiled faintly, and leaned closer to the microphone.

"It's a terrible fight, but Sakura-chan has worked hard."

"What do you want to eat at night, I'll make it for you when I get home from work, say okay first, it's too oily, it's not good, it's going to be blessed."

"The lunch break is almost over, I still have to work later, go down first, and go home in the evening and hug ~"

His tone was soft and soft, as gentle as a lover.

Whether it's emotions, feelings, or even the trills at the end, it's worthy of the play of a professional voice actor.

It was supposed to be a heart-warming word of encouragement, but with a mean smile, it was inexplicably sinister.

After cutting out the task manager at the speed of light to close the game, he threw away the microphone and headset in his hand, cocked Erlang's legs, leaned back on the president's special sand leather swivel chair, and squinted contentedly to rest for a while, comfortable and quiet.

“？”

And Suzune Sakura on the other end of the network cable didn't expect this kind of operation, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

The original joyful barrage of shouting food on the screen suddenly changed in style, and the barrage that was originally cheerful to eat became confused and unhappy.

"Dog Food Channel?"

"The female anchor of the painter department can also have a boyfriend, understand...... Woo woo I broke the defense......

"There are people here who are still pretending to be masters when they die, but I don't say who it is."

"The anchor's boyfriend's voice is so warm, I'm okay, can I give my boyfriend contact information by taking a rocket?"

"It's not what you think! It's a complete prank! ”

Pulling the call that frantically called his number into the blacklist again, Mr. Chihara opened his eyes and looked at the barrage full of flying screens in the live broadcast screen and the beautiful girl who was in a mysterious state of management anchor, and couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing.

"Chihara, is it really okay for you to play tricks on Suzune-chan like this?" Takeda Chai Meow chuckled.

"What's not going to work, isn't this the third year of high school, and I'm still playing games at this time, give her a small chance to disconnect the Internet and save herself." Chihara said leisurely, his feet still high.

"The excuse is, it's obvious that you want to tidy up Sakura."

"Who made her mouth leak so much, that kind of thing casually told others......"

Although it seems that Miss Morning is Sakura's direct senior, this relationship is probably similar to "mother".

Chihara snorted twice, recalling the face of the Waseda rival of the club next door when he threatened him, "Unless Sakura-san asks me to be a tutor, I won't forgive her no matter how I think about it." ”

By the way, Hirata should finish eating.

Chihara glanced at the plates on the table, there were almost some left, and it was estimated that it was enough for the old man to warm up for himself at night.

……

Dripped dish soap on the rags in the kitchenette and washed the grease from the porcelain plates with hot water, but fortunately there were not as many people in the room as the restaurant next door, so there was no need to wash as many dishes as Matsuda.

Chihara wiped his hands and shook off the remaining traces of water.

Speaking of which, hasn't I been to a restaurant for a long time?

"Mizukura, is there really no shortage of teachers in your cram school?"

"There is no shortage, although it is overcrowded, there have always been many applicants who want to make money." The small and cute Mizukura junior is curious why the male mother senior in the office has a bitter gourd face.

Poverty is a real nuisance.

Now even the competition for cram school teachers is so fierce?

It seems that the only person who has hope of saving Mr. Chihara's wallet for the time being is Sakura-san, who is preparing for the third year of high school.

It's time to liberate the blacklist.