Sleep until you wake up naturally.

It wasn't too late, around 10:80 a.m., he woke up, but he didn't think of getting up.

Lying in bed is one of life's great pleasures.

Chi Song was lying on the bed, swiping the international version of Douyin, not watching short videos, he likes to watch live broadcasts, but he doesn't like to watch popular anchors.

I like to pick those anchors that no one watches, chat and interact.

For such an anchor, only a small amount of reward is needed to make the anchor happy.

He's happy, too.

It's a pity that now he doesn't have a penny, and he can't even give a small tip, so he can only chat and interact with the anchor.

After chatting until about nine o'clock, Akamatsu chose to end the conversation and took off his headphones.

Knock, a crisp knock sounded on the door, followed by a voice that was softer than the young lady in the live broadcast room into the bedroom, "Chijun, it's time to get up." ”

"Here we go!"

Akamatsu replied loudly.

Now he is in a state where he can't get up without his big sister calling.

……

After washing, Akamatsu ran downstairs as a handsome guy.

A light blue round table sits with a beautiful chiffon cake and a rich coffee steaming hot.

Akamatsu glanced briefly at breakfast, and his eyes fell on Aragaki Tear Clothes sitting on the stool.

Her long black hair is curled in soft wavy shapes without a hint of mess, her lips are smeared with red lipstick, and a little beauty mole is dotted on her fair skin.

She is still dressed in a dress, and unlike a slip dress, today it is a light blue denim dress.

The soft shoulders were covered, and a brown belt hugged the thin waist, which also highlighted the thick fat accumulated on the chest.

Such as the majestic Mount Tai, it is easy to arouse the idea of men climbing.

"Sister Aragaki, good morning."

Akamatsu raised his hand in greeting and sat down opposite.

Aragaki smiled and said, "Good morning, Chi-kun, you slept well last night." ”

"I'm getting amazing sleep right now."

Unlike before, when he woke up, his mind was groggy and he didn't know what to do when he connected it.

Aragaki tearful eyes narrowed slightly: "Very good, I have to work hard for you again today." ”

"It's not hard, it's all what I'm supposed to do."

"Huh."

Aragaki let out a chuckle and liked the way Akamatsu spoke with his face up.

The positive color emanating from between the eyebrows allows the eyebrows of the original octane to be restored to a very similar shape.

"What a reliable man~"

Aragaki boasted in tears, took a sip of mellow coffee, and his dark blue eyes seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to be looking at someone who had passed away through him.

Akamatsu can capture it, not because he has a keen perception, but because the expression on Aragaki tearful clothes is full of reminiscence, and even a pair of eyes are dyed with a little nostalgia.

Like a melodic blues.

Strangely, Akamatsu doesn't feel the love between lovers......

It stands to reason that when recalling her deceased ex-boyfriend, a woman's eyes should always be mixed with a little love, rather than this kind of tranquility, like a clear gaze on the countryside.

Akamatsu was puzzled, and he didn't receive a sound from the system reminding him of the increase in favorability.

Whoever looks like him is no longer able to give much of a blessing.

Next, it takes his efforts.

Akamatsu bites the cake, he is not in a hurry, and he needs to grind slowly to improve the favor of the opposite sex, or to become stronger.

As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle.

……

Put on the blue helmet, buckle it up, and Akamatsu is ready to deliver the food.

Take a look at the address of the four orders, think of a reasonable route in the map navigation on the mobile phone, start from the church, and start to send the nearby orders.

Strive to get the four orders on hand within half an hour.

Akamatsu pulled down the front mirror and embarked on a journey to deliver food.

It's half past four in Tokyo, the sun is a little dim, and the streets are not crowded with pedestrians, but they are not less.

Tone-ku Ward's Sato Park is one of the few large parks in Tokyo, and it's free.

Families who have time always like to take their children to walk around, and there are also couples who play together.

The Aragaki Cafe is one of the entrances to Tone-Park that still has an endless flow of people after afternoon tea.

Akamatsu drove smoothly down the street to the outside of the church in West Ixing, where he pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out two cups of coffee and packaged cake from the takeaway box.

Strode towards the church.

The hand pushed open the door, and it was empty, and Jesus, bound by the cross, stood high on top and looked down on every believer who arrived at the church.

The tall priest squatted in front of a bench and patiently explained Bible questions to a little girl.

The tone of charity contrasts strongly with the rigid exterior.

Akamatsu didn't bother, and walked straight to the confessional room, going around to the door where the confession was heard.

Reminding him that there was no one in front of him to repent, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Nun, your takeaway has arrived." ”

"I'm sorry for you~"

The voice that should have been gentle and beautiful has become a little weird because of the foreign accent.

It's not hard to hear, it's easy to remember.

The door to the confessional opened, and he still didn't see Sister Maria's face, as if she was doing something unseemly inside.

Only one hand stretched out from the crack in the door, his complexion was fair and delicate, and his nails were like pieces of polished jade, inlaid on his fingers.

What would it be like to be held by such a hand?

A trace of doubt flashed in Chi Song's mind, handed over the coffee and cake, and said softly: "It's not troublesome at all, it's my job." ”

He really wanted to see the other party's face, but he also understood that he couldn't be too anxious.

Even men can be scared by, let alone women.

As soon as the door closed, Akamatsu turned and walked out the door.

There are still three orders waiting.

……

"11-1-601 Nishihiko 3-chome."

Akamatsu followed the navigation of the mobile phone map, arrived at the destination, looked at the door number, and confirmed that the six-story building in front of him was where the guests were.

Suzuki motorcycles are parked on the side of the road.

He took out the coffee and cake from the take-out box and ran quickly to the staircase, this building was a few years old, and it had no chance of being the crystallized elevator of modern civilization.

Running up to the sixth floor in one breath, Chisong didn't feel a trace of tiredness, strode to 601, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, the takeout you ordered has arrived." ”

Footsteps sounded, and the person who opened the door was a young woman with a slightly delicate appearance, and smiled: "How much?" ”

"It's seven hundred and fifty-eight yen."

Unlike churches, the rest of the guests cannot be paid on credit until the end of the month, and cash on delivery.

"Hmm." The woman pulled out her purse and gave him cash.

"Have a nice meal."

Akamatsu bowed, put the money in his pocket, turned and ran downstairs.

Arriving downstairs, he saw someone next to his motorcycle, this is stealing takeaway?!

Akamatsu hated the kind of person who stole takeaway the most in his life, and his heart was so angry that he rushed up, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "You put the takeaway back for me!" ”