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This is the sound of Russian anti-terrorist shotgun being fired.

The teenager now uses it as an alarm bell to wake up the procrastinator-prone head.

Every morning, I instinctively turn over at 90 degrees, look around in panic for a while, and then pat my head.

Only to remember that the equipment of this Russian elite operator does not penetrate concrete.

Yawn, rub your tired eyes, stretch, put on your shirt and pick up your phone on the bedside table.

It's still only six o'clock.

After curling up in the quilt last time and swearing to sleep for another five minutes, but in fact, Chihara, who had slept for two hours, very consciously set the phone ringtone to half an hour later, and swore that he would be able to get up this time.

According to the normal routine, people who often say this will definitely oversleep.

Unfortunately, the alarm clock ringtone set by Mr. Chihara eliminates this possibility.

This time, under the repeated vigilance of the Russian operators, the boy still woke up on time.

After washing and showering in the morning, I hurriedly called the little sister opposite while I was still drying my hair, reminding her to get up quickly.

Toot-toot-toot-

I waited for a long time to connect.

Moses Moses~

Habitually making a Japanese-style phone call, the young man cleared his throat and said in a very gentle tone:

"Zhuda, it's time to get up."

"Is it the original treasure......

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Chihara asked angrily.

Especially now that the laziness and tiredness in the tone of the younger sister of the year directly hit Chihara's cerebral blood vessels through the signal waves, making the blood pressure of this big brother who had to work for her early in the morning and had to calculate the time rise rapidly.

"Wait, I'll get up in five minutes of sleep......"

Still sleeping?!

Chihara turned off the hair dryer, unplugged it, rubbed her eyebrows, and walked to the kitchen with her phone in her hand as she spoke.

"Zhuda, if you go to sleep any longer, you won't have your share of breakfast."

“…… No way! ”

This news made Zhuda Caimeow refresh her mind, and suddenly forgot the comfort of sleep.

Over the phone, Mr. Chihara could hear her instantly kicking off the quilt.

Sure enough, only eating the right guy has such a big charm.

When the sound of clothes rubbing against his skin sounded, the boy consciously hung up the call.

Adjust the music on your phone to the light music version of "Don't say lazy", and shake your body happily to the melody.

I'm going to have a Japanese fried gyoza this morning.

The Chinese style can't afford to eat, it's too fuel-consuming, and the small family can't support it, so they can only learn the Japanese childish character and choose the Toyota-style affordable and cost-effective version.

(Emphasis added: only people with low emotional intelligence would say anything about slamming and poverty)

As expected, just a little hot oil and dumplings are needed, and then when the skin begins to change color and turn light brown, pour in starch water.

Cover the pot and wait a few more moments.

By the time a pot of charred and tempting fried dumplings came out of the pot, a certain big brother was already preparing today's lunch dishes.

Ding Dong - Ding Dong - Ding Dong -

The doorbell rings urgently, but don't worry.

The teenager believes that life will always find a way out that suits him.

As an elder brother, you should trust Miss Zhuda's intelligence and physical ability.

Mix the sauce in advance and chop the onions.

Only the fat cows are thawed.

He couldn't help but squint for five minutes, and when the microwave made a crisp end sound, he took the plate out of the microwave and let out some of the temperature.

Knock Knock –

There were two weak knocks on the door.

Through the iron door, you can still hear a very resentful "Original Treasure-"

Miss Takeda, you are definitely the most troublesome woman in Mr. Chihara's life......

The premise is that a certain sakura is not among the women, so it can be ignored.

"Coming, coming......"

"You're really, don't beat the door as a drum."

Chihara frowned, turned the stove to the minimum, and hurriedly rushed to the entrance.

When he opened the door, there was no surprise.

Bamboo Da Caimeow, who was dressed in a cool dress, tied with two twisted braids that fell to her neck, and the image that should be youthful now has a resentful expression on her face.

The younger sister looked up at Chihara.

"Yuan Bao, you don't love me anymore......"

"Can you not be disgusting when you're old......" Chihara rubbed his eyebrows, ready to rush back to the kitchen again, "Hurry up and get in the door, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you right now." ”

"By the way, help me warm up the milk again" The girl took the initiative to reach out and hand him the milk she had just taken out of the refrigerator.

"Okay, sit on the couch for a while, and I'll be ready to cook in no time."

The boy gave her an angry look, then walked back to the kitchen with two cartons of milk in his hands, slowly poured them into a cup, and heated them in the microwave for five minutes.

By the way, lying on the sofa can squint a little.

Waiting until Chihara, who was sleepy-eyed and lying on his side on the sofa, was woken up by Takeda's sister for the second time......

Put the freshly finished Japanese beef dish in a bento box and cover it.

The same goes for rice in the rice cooker.

Remove the milk from the microwave.

By the way, clean the thermos cup you usually use, re-scald it with hot water to kill any bacteria that may exist, and then pour a whole cup to the brim.

Place gently on the breakfast table.

"Zhuda, do you have brown sugar over there?"

"Yuan Bao, should I say that you are so sharp......"

"After all, it's a little suspicious that someone didn't come over the balcony today." Chihara pouted, "And that strange smell on your body, please understand the mood of the cleanliness patient." ”

"Chihara...... You belong to the fantasy too much, the menstrual cycle is not so outrageous, how can the nose smell. Zhuda Caimeow took a bite of the breakfast dishes on the table, "It's all psychological effects and hallucinations." ”

"And why would you be superstitious about brown sugar water?"

"Young people still have to believe in science, you have to remember that brown sugar water is useless!"

She patted her younger brother on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up, which was quite like President Amakusa saying to the younger generation, "Young people take care of it, don't think too much".

"I don't think it's scientific for Japanese women to be able to drink cold drinks during their menstrual cycles, okay......"

Chihara held her forehead in distress and scratched her brow with her fingers.

He was very suspicious that Chinese women and Japanese women were actually two different creatures, so why didn't the woman next door have menstrual cramps?

After enjoying a simple breakfast, the younger brother is washing the pot and dishes, and the younger sister is playing with the mobile phone.

The young man stretched his waist, rolled his eyes, and put the thermos cup and lunch box into the bag and handed it to Miss Zhuda.

……

Chihara arrived at the scene today, not late, and not early. He also took the Coke that had just come out of the vending machine under the tank building, and the script that he had repeatedly read and ravaged was sandwiched by him, and the whole person felt like a middle-aged teacher.

The moment he pushed the door open, he collided head-on with several lines of sight, sparks staggering.

I saw that in the not very spacious recording studio, there was already a heroine, a second female lead and a number of passers-by.

Makoto Matsuda, who had been caught between the same period and the seniors of the same company for a long time, finally understood why the good brother had a phobia of women, and Mr. Nobunaga, who was imprisoned with him, finally showed a happy face.

But before they habitually exhaled the "Brother Qianyuan".

The sight of a certain senior arrived one step faster than him.

Whew!!

The man sighed in his heart, and even met his gaze, according to common sense, he couldn't pretend not to see it now.

But who is Mr. Chihara?

He prefers to make himself comfortable rather than the worldly way of dealing with others. So, the boy immediately staggered his eyes with her, and quietly turned around, ready to slip away.

"Chihara—"

There was a coquettish cry behind him, which was very familiar.

But it's not the voice of this senior.

The boy turned his head slowly.

"Ohayo~"

Chihara's face was smiling, and his smile was like a vibrant sunflower, and the golden stamens were soft and delicate, as if there was a magical power, and people couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"You seem to be an animated supporting actress greeting what's going on......" The girl raised her forehead.

"Actually, I still have a 'Hello Hello' greeting that I can use, do you want to hear it?"

Before he could answer, the boy really performed how to shout as he spoke, and the girl on the other side was even more convinced that this friend was the same as himself, and that he accidentally chose the wrong gender in the character creation panel when he was born.

"Then again, Chihara."

"What?"

"Where's your dress? Why didn't you see it today, but changed to a shirt? The girl asked curiously.

What's going on, I don't remember your handsome face as Brother Qianyuan, I only remember that dress, right?

You're actually in the same league as Ren Hell, aren't you?

I wish Brother Chihara would give them free publicity.

Ponder for a moment.

The boy said slowly, "I don't like to be noticed. ”

"That's a pity......"

"Don't be a pity, Sakura-kun, I'll just go to the toilet, don't stop it, it's impossible to run away before today's salary is paid."

Chihara patted the little girl in front of her on the shoulder awe-inspiringly, signaling her to hurry up and get out of the way, if she delayed any longer, Bladder-kun really couldn't stand it.