Of course, the pleasantries didn't last long, after all, it was already half past ten in the evening.

The girl's parents are the most anxious people on Christmas Eve.

Mr. Qianyuan secretly pricked up his ears and listened to Miss Higashiyama's cell phone next to him. The call came from a lady with a very stern voice, asking her to go home as soon as possible, otherwise there was a high risk of losing her butt.

It was a matter of sitting and walking in the future, and she didn't dare to delay it too much.

This reminded Qianyuan of the days in her previous life when she just sang K outside and was urged to go home by her mother.

By the way, why do parents nowadays love to threaten people with the fat on their buttocks?

Giving each of the two girls a business card, Mr. Qianyuan sent them on the last tram, chatting and laughing.

In addition, he also wanted to go home, so it was considered a drop-in.

But he was the one who got off the bus first.

He waved to the people in the car behind him as a farewell, not to Sakura-san who had ruined his reputation, but to the new acquaintance and unfamiliar Miss Higashiyama. After all, you still need some etiquette when interacting with strangers.

Unfortunately, when he turned around, he could still see Sakura-san's grimace, but he wasn't so childish as to return it, he just silently blocked the phone number she had just released.

After leaving the station and walking leisurely all the way back to the apartment, I saw from a distance that the lights in my house were still on.

In the dark residential town, it stands out slightly.

Mr. Qianyuan, who was not very serious about his work today, looked at the lights above his head and already felt some back pain in advance, because he knew he would be busy again later.

Mr. Qianyuan stamped his feet, but the sensor light in the corridor didn't light up, so he had to take his mobile phone from his trouser pocket for lighting.

"Is it broken again?"

That's what's bad about Japanese products. The circuit design is a piece of shit, and problems can arise at every turn.

He sighed softly, took out his cell phone with low battery and turned on the flashlight.

"Tomorrow we should ask Hirata to urge the property to repair it quickly."

The corridor was pitch dark.

Fortunately, his night vision was pretty good, at least his eyes weren't completely dark, and there was light, so he wouldn't have any accidents.

He hummed "Sword Like a Dream" softly in his mouth, shaking the bunch of keychains in his hand. They were densely packed with labels, but the most conspicuous thing was the Pikachu pendant next to him.

Still walking up, the light of the flashlight flashed across the corridor, and Mr. Qianyuan's movements suddenly stopped.

There seems to be something.

To be honest, Tokyo is quite a hellish place. A lot of people have died in various incidents. There are countless urban legends. One of them is uploaded on the Internet every now and then. It's scary.

What's more, Mr. Qianyuan's time travel itself is magical enough, and it is not impossible to add some supernatural and weird plots.

He swallowed and his throat moved. He was most afraid of horror stories and he held back his trembling hands and slowly moved the light over.

"Wow--"

"What a piece of shit you are!"

Miss Zhuda Caimiao, whose eyes hurt from the bright lights, threw the thing in her hand directly at the opponent.

"Being looked at so lifelessly by a person dressed like a female ghost in the middle of the night, even if you come here, you'll be screaming 'croaking'." Mr. Qianyuan covered his beeping imperial engine,

His rapid breathing has not stopped since just now.

The key in his hand was shaking wildly, but he couldn't get it into the door.

Seeing that the person next to him was completely unreliable, Zhuda Caimiao grabbed the key, inserted it straight in, and turned it three times in a row.

"How did you turn on the lights in my house while you were sitting at the door?" Mr. Qianyuan asked curiously with a frown on his face. He also wanted to have this kind of super power of remote control, so that he could do many things.

"I just came over from my balcony and wanted to borrow your TV to watch an idol drama. But I suddenly felt hungry again at night and went out to buy some soba noodles. When I came back, I realized that I had forgotten my key." The older girl shook her head.

"Now I'm waiting for you to come back and save my life."

Because there was no way to explain it, did you just confess it?

"Now I finally understand why I don't want to turn on the air conditioner even if I just play games, and the electricity bill is so high."

Mr. Qianyuan's brows twitched, and his heart started to bleed.

If she hadn't been wearing belted pants, Miss Caimiao's butt would have been swollen by now.

"Let's make an agreement first. The most I can do is watch TV series secretly, turn on the air conditioner occasionally, and use your gas to cook noodles. I have never done anything else. Don't make false accusations." The girl raised her hands and swore, "It's only a thousand at most.

The difference is yen.”

One thousand yen? Good guy, that’s enough for Mr. Chihara to pay for several meals.

"Stop talking nonsense, get back here, and ask Hirata to put up a board tomorrow to stop this 'abnormal intrusion into private space'."

Mr. Qianyuan sighed, flicked his feet cheerfully at the door, kicked off his cheap canvas shoes, rubbed off his torn socks, put on comfortable slippers and walked in.

In the empty living room, the TV was still playing Yui Aragaki's new drama, and Qianhara glanced at it distressedly. In the picture, Yui's wife was still as beautiful as before, even more beautiful in this period, but she seemed not to be as beautiful as when she first debuted.

The pure JK taste is breathtaking.

He took out the newly purchased "Together with Morality" (written by Nietzsche) and placed it on the coffee table in the living room to add some noble knowledge to the home.

Place the two apples hidden in the coat on the table, making sure they are properly aligned.

Glancing angrily at a certain old girl who was using electricity, Mr. Qianyuan held the pot with both hands and filled some water, then put it back where it was and turned on the gas stove.

Before the water boiled, he walked behind the sofa in the living room.

"Isn't the last part of Sakagami Cloud broadcast yet?" Qianyuan snatched the remote control from the girl's hand and said, "This year is almost over? It won't be until December 32nd."

"But there are only thirty-one days in December." Zhuda Caimiao pinched the potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth.

"So I suspect he bounced the ticket."

With a cold snort, Qianyuan threw the remote control to an unscrupulous person. Qianyuan looked back at the water in the pot.

It was just getting hot.

He opened the package of Nissin soba with two clicks. Mr. Chihara, who is very particular about hygiene, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them inside. He did this for both packages, leaving only the seasoning packet and some shredded noodles.

Carefully pinch out the seasoning packet with your fingers, and pull the remaining crumbs from the plastic wrapper into your mouth.

Sure enough, instant noodles taste best when eaten dry.

"Didn't you have dinner at night? Are you having midnight snacks at this hour?" Looking at the older girl with her legs crossed at his home, he continued, "I originally planned to take a shower and go to bed, but what you did made me confused.

Gotta be busy again."

He picked up the shoes that he had just kicked away and put them away. By the way, Cai Miao's small leather shoes that were dusty when he walked in from outside the door, and the yellow slippers when he turned over from the next door. As for the pair of socks that he just had, they were torn.

Throw it into the trash can, and throw the surviving one into the washing machine. Anyway, the drawers in my room all have the same style, so there is no need to worry about the color.

The girl who was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone raised her hands and refused to move, "I finally understand why Mr. Hirata is willing to give you all the keys to this building. With your motherly mentality and obsessive-compulsive disorder,

Free nanny for the whole society.”

"If possible, I hope I am the one being taken care of..."

He let out a long sigh, "Besides, you are an old sister who is so many years older than me. You are more or less ladylike. What did you study in the home economics class in high school? Did you ask your companions to do it for you?

"

"I am confident that I have 'study seriously' in the home economics class, but my lazy temper makes it impossible for me to compare with some girlish male friends." Zhudacai Meow listened to the boiling sound and had already stood up and sat down.

On the dining table.

"You also know that you are lazy." He shook his head helplessly.

A pair of delicate hands held two plates and placed them gently on the table. After setting down the table, they even arranged the chopsticks neatly.

Miss Caimiao enjoys the freedom of laziness.

She wants to live a lazy life, but also wants to live an exciting life.

So she can only be lazy in life and diligent in work.

Fortunately, the diligence of old lady Qianyuan temporarily helped her make up for this.

Qianyuan opened the Lao Ganma that he had originally prepared as an extra ingredient for himself. After pouring three small spoons on the freshly cooked buckwheat noodles, he closed the lid with satisfaction.

He mixed it with chopsticks, and waited until it was almost ready before he picked up the noodles and ate them elegantly.

Zhuda Caimiao heard the slight sound of sucking noodles and the sound of huffing from the chili coming from the other side. She was relieved after confirming that he had not done any mischief in the bowl.

"I met Sakura-san when I was working today."

"who?"

"At the same time as lm, you should remember that the aquiline nose was particularly distinctive."

"She..." Zhuda thought for a while and said, "She is one year younger than you, so she should be in her senior year of high school this year, right?"

"should."

The girl opposite looked like a little fairy, but when she ate, she turned into an absolutely rough man. Holding a plate that was bigger than her face, Miss Caimiao lifted her weight easily and finished the noodles in a short time.

Not only the noodles, but also the side dishes of seaweed had been eaten, and even the sesame seeds stuck in them had been licked. Therefore, the plate, which was originally a light blue, was immediately clean again, and it felt like there was no need to wash it.

Of course, I just feel that it would be a bit disgusting if I didn’t wash it off.

The soba noodles made by Chihara are slightly colder and have no trace of heat. However, after eating them, you will not feel cold in your stomach. On the contrary, they will become more energetic due to the intake of food.

Her stomach, which had just tasted the sweetness, was still giving her hints, which roughly meant 'I am ready to accept more food and can eat as much as I want'.

Unfortunately, it is now eleven o'clock at night, and Miss Caimiao, as a woman, still restrains her greed.
Chapter completed!