"Is this a painting like me?"

"It's not like it!"

"But I think it's me above this!"

"hehe--"

The girl tilted her head and smiled, her eyes flashing: "That one over there feels more like "Yuechan", and Chihara, you are a 'man'."

She also emphasized the word "male".

"Excuse me!"

"You little girl with a very low aesthetic level insists that she doesn't look like her, but she doesn't look like her. Why do you have to play a stand-in literature?"

"But I can't correct it for you..."

The boy gave her a blank look, but the smile on the other side seemed to show that she was in a good mood this time. It seems that the statement that desserts can bring a good mood is not very fake.

He gritted his teeth, then slowly took off the hairpin he had just put on and put it on the dining table.

"By the way, I'm giving you this thing." Qianhara curled her lips and then flicked her fingers to the girl. "It seems that you are the only girls I know who haven't received this gift yet."

"You gave the girl what you used?" The girl was shocked.

After all, she just watched this thing take off the hair of the person opposite.

"No? Don't do it, especially because you are reluctant and playing with it. Is this arrogance?" Qianyuan picked up the coffee cup with one hand and gave a disdainful expression to the other side.

Immediately he put down his cup, frowned like an old man in the TV series, tapped his fingers on the table, and spoke earnestly.

"I would like to remind you. Ao Jiao has really stepped down from the environment. This attribute will be firmly tied to the defeated dog in the next ten years. If you don't change the route, you may not be able to find a boyfriend in the future."

"But I don't think a creature like my boyfriend is important at all, and even their life is annoying..." Sakura Suzuto murmured.

"I understand, I understand, "I know beautiful female friends who have boyfriends" are so unhappy, right?"

The young man's head shows that he understands the wonderful brain circuit of this young lady.

Take a sip of coffee with a light taste.

The girl lowered her head and picked up the steel black one-shaped clip produced by Yiwu, tried to wear it on her head, and was directly stopped by Qianyuan, who was disliked that she might have lost her hair scalp during the process, and asked her to take it home and try again.

"What." The girl pouted in dissatisfaction while eating the cake, and paused, "Why are you a double standard? When I just wore it, I never mentioned dandruff or something..."

hehe--

【You deserve to compete with me too?】

Even though he didn't speak, he could tell this meaning with his eyes.

Looking at the boy in front of him who was yawning, listless, and leaning slightly to support his head with one hand, the girl bit off the cake in her mouth hatefully.

But when the ship girl on the opposite person's phone got divorcing again or broke again, she couldn't help laughing.

"By the way, I'm the voice of this character."

“Which?”

"Just just now, the new ship you obtained was shown on the page."

"Ha, scrap ships, construction materials."

As for the island wind, it doesn’t matter even if the card surface is colored. Mr. Qianhara has already had many, and I don’t know how many of them are piled up in the warehouse.

Qianhara's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers tapped the desktop, just waiting for the end of this long battle animation now.

Just go further...

The boy's fingers hit the table more and more rapidly, his breathing became heavy, his eyes were no longer as sharp as before, and he unconsciously picked up a tissue to blow his nose. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he couldn't help but swallow even more from time to time.

Obviously, the battle situation is very anxious, and you can even evaluate it with anxiety.

So the skip function should have been implemented long ago, otherwise this would be to force Mr. Chihara, who didn't want to lie into the ICU, to use the ultimate killer [Accelerating Gear 360 Speed ​​Browser] to enable the double-speed explosion to kill Tanaka.

Hammered the desktop heavily.

The boy chose to directly click the screen to exit the game, restart,

When the voice of "Haji Road Oil" sounded, and tapped the screen again, he had returned to the homepage interface. The boy made a slight look at the list next to him, and opened the understanding interface sinisterly, selecting the ship that had just been salvaged.

With a clang, the old ship became a fresh resource.

By the way, use newly obtained resource subsidies to repair ships for other primary school students.

Sakura's role is only useful for this insignificant little effect.

"By the way, how long will it take to finish it?" Chihara looked up and looked at the girl opposite with a smile, especially the expression that looked like the Kamen Rider on TV made him particularly happy.

It was considered as returning the same as before.

"It's so soon..." Sakura Suzuin pouted and then took a bite of the cake fiercely.

"Then I'll go out and wait for you first."

He drank all the remaining coffee in just one sip. Qianhara, who had just wiped his mouth clean, got up and stretched, patted his face to refresh himself.

"No, I'll come here all the way, you'll go out without eating at all?" Sakura Suzuin looked at him who was finally tiring up his hair at the reflection of the glass, "And you haven't solved my problem for me yet!"

I sat for a quarter of an hour and seemed to have not done anything except eating and drinking. Isn’t this completely deviating from my original intention?

What about life counseling and psychological counseling?

"Sorry, I'm not used to sitting in such a comfortable room and chair. I'd rather walk on the street outside and say it suits my temperament." The boy finally pinched his bangs in front of the mirror, "Besides, if you asked me out, it depends on my mood!"

Just like when you are dating, the party who should take the initiative to invite you to obey the will of the opposite sex.

Coleman's "Rational Choice Theory" in sociology has been stated: from the perspective of authoritative relationship, the relationship between the actors should be dominated and dominant.

Or the "trust" and "trust" in terms of trust relationships.

Of course, Qianhara prefers the latter, after all, there are no other interest or emotional needs between these two people.

...

Put on your headphones gently, turn the volume to a level that obviously does not affect your hearing, and then sit on a chair outside the cafe door for pedestrians to rest, squint your eyes and bask in the sun.

The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the scent of cream, but the walkway outside was deserted and there was no one.

After all, all the livestock are sitting at work stations.

Qianhara actually likes this kind of quiet and leisurely social interaction without burdens. The grainy dust in the light slowly floats, giving a sense of emptiness and liberation in the deep sea.

Thoughts are like electric lighthouses, which can radiate far and far away.

Then.

The next moment, the most beautiful Tokyo beauty was hit hard by a jealous and beautiful bad woman.

"Hey, don't fall asleep!" The arrogant girl who had been raising her disadvantages in the next ten years patted his shoulder with extra force.

"Don't worry, just lean a little..." The boy yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you finished eating?"

“Packed.”

I understand, the subtle meaning is that the ones I just ate are not full.

Miss Sakura has a big appetite.

"By the way, your share!" The girl handed him the bag in her hand and paused, "Where are you going next?"

Qianhara hurriedly took the desserts sent by the other party. Even if Mr. Qianhara doesn't eat it, a certain sister's sauce is likely to like it.

He nodded immediately and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that Sakura could finally show a little bit of 'skinny'..."

Unfortunately, the ravages suffered by his little white shoes made him abandon this view again.

But where to go is indeed a problem.

"When it comes to Shinjuku, the most famous one should be Kabukicho, right?" he couldn't help rubbing his hands and asked.

"dirty!"

"The premise statement is just curiosity, without any other desires..." the young man said righteously, "If Sakura-kun doesn't want to, I can't think of anything else."

As a prosperous area, Shinjuku actually has not many special places besides Kabukicho.

"How is the theater?"

"Sorry, in order to get you out, I skipped the original morning class and moved my school hours to the afternoon. I haven't spent much time with you to watch movies." The boy waved his hand firmly to refuse.

"shrine?"

“Is there a shrine in Shinjuku?”

Open your phone and fill in the search bar with the two words Shinjuku and shrine, and three of them pop up, Garden Shrine, Kumano Shrine, Inari Ghost King Shrine, and the last one sounds cool.

Nodded in agreement, the boy gently drew a route with his fingers on the map, looked at the distance for the last time, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Forget it, let's sit here for the time being and chat..."

"You're so lazy."
To be continued...