Mr. Chihara worked two jobs as usual today. Fortunately, this time he did not meet the wealthy Sakura-san to delay him, so he came back earlier than yesterday.

And Miss Caimiao, who accidentally forgot the key again, squatted at the door like last time, startling Mr. Qianyuan again.

The sense of déjà vu in life is so strong.

"Qianyuan, why don't you have some today?"

Zhuda Caimiao, who was lying on the corner of the sofa, raised his head, looked at the boy leaning behind the sofa and couldn't help but shake the potato chips in his hand and asked.

"Not coming!"

His two arms were pressed on the back of the sofa, and his eyes were fixed on the TV screen. Today was the last episode of "Clouds over Sakagami". Mr. Chihara had been looking forward to it for a long time, and he was counting on it to spend the entire year of 2011.

As for Miss Zhuda?

She had no interest in war dramas or river dramas that liked to talk about big principles. Looking at the seriousness of the people in them, she always felt that only men loved such movies.

Compared to this kind of thing, she would rather look at cheaper spiritual goods with a lower style.

For example, idol dramas.

Another example is an adult horror movie that can scare the man on the sofa to shivering...

Although she didn’t know why the other person, as a male, was less courageous than herself, Zhuda Caimiao did find this very interesting, especially the way he looked panicked but insisted that he was fine.

He was afraid that he would continue to put it down, but also felt that he should not miss the next shot.

This ambivalence has perfectly matched the hunting crowd of horror movies.

For example, it is like a child holding two small hands in front of his eyes and secretly opening a gap.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to watch it with him.

"It's commercial time."

Zhuda Caimiao raised her head and glanced at the TV screen, and found another sponsor advertisement promoting cosmetic surgery and hospitals, "Help me cook the noodles first, and I will call you after that."

This is the trouble with Japanese TV series. Every time you watch them, an advertisement will be inserted. They are also very long, often lasting five or six minutes, which is really annoying.

"Does Miss Caimiao have super powers that can insert a spam message when I'm just in the mood?" he wondered.

Aya Taketatsu was surprised by his whimsical idea: "If I had the ability, I would have repeatedly played the classic scenes of "My Sister" on TV Tokyo to let the world remember my style again."

"No one would even suspect that it was done secretly."

After all, it was TEPCO, and it was a wonder that cartoons could be played even when there was an earthquake.

Mr. Qianyuan could only sigh at the current decadence of TV stations. Even Dahe dramas have to insert advertisements in the middle, which affects the audience experience.

But he had no choice but to waste time looking at the garbage. He returned to the kitchen and opened a bag of buckwheat noodles. Looking at the steaming mist filling the pot, he asked feebly:

"Excuse me, Miss Caimiao, besides harassing me here, don't you have any other nightlife projects?"

"I even suspect that I may have to change my job to be your night nanny in the future."

"What's more, will you really not gain weight if you eat late night snacks?"

Mr. Qianyuan already feels that he has entered middle age ahead of schedule. The time after get off work every night is like having an idle daughter, especially when he is busy after 10:30 at night. Too many social workers in their thirties come home from overtime work. It feels like I have to keep working.

Becoming a father so quickly made him feel exhausted after just mopping the water stains on the floor. He couldn't understand why someone would be so stupid as to boil hot water and pour it into a cup, and it would spill all over the floor.

"Well...after all, she is the most sassy Qianyuan mother in the whole society." The girl showed a bright smile, "I believe Qianyuan mother will not let me starve, right?"

Mr. Qianyuan shook his head helplessly: "I'm just afraid that you will become fat and affect the visual enjoyment of the housekeepers."

"Don't worry, don't worry, soba noodles are super low in calories. I usually use them as a diet meal." The girl nodded.

He scooped up the noodles from the pot, poured them into a plate with cold water, tore open the ingredient package that came with the package, and sprinkled sesame seeds and seaweed on top for decoration. Just looking at the plate, it looked simple and delicate.

"It's cooked and ready to eat."

Mr. Qianyuan took the plate and placed it on the dining table, and then called out to the girl on the sofa five or six steps away.

It's a pity that the old lazy dog ​​doesn't want to move.

"Can you please bring it to me, Onii-chan? My feet are sprained this afternoon~"

To be honest, seeing her pretending to be coy, Mr. Qianyuan was a little disgusted.

"Okay, is the sofa a place for you to eat noodles? I can pat the potato chips and sweep them to the floor. This plate of noodles is also stained with sauce. If it accidentally falls on the sofa later, it will be difficult to wipe it off." He

Accusing a certain elderly sister.

But a certain person is still like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water and has to eat on the sofa.

I said so before, but if he really doesn't want to move, then he can only go there by himself.

Mr. Chihara put down his plate and couldn't understand.

No matter how you look at her, you always see her as a beautiful and lovely person.

Especially the smile, which seems to be born with a little shyness. When you smile with your lips, you will feel like a neighbor, and your sister will immediately come to you. It is like the memories that people long for, waving to you on tiptoe at the door every day, waiting for someone to hang out with after school.

Go home, my sweet and charming childhood sweetheart.

Why has it become such a lazy pig now with its legs crossed, neither standing nor sitting, eating or sleeping?

"Hmm! The original treasure is better!"

Ms. Caimiao, who had eaten and drank enough, leaned on the coffee table with her legs crossed, lying on her side on the sofa, and reached out her hand to press the remote control a few times in an inconspicuous manner.

Today's episode of "Clouds over Sakagami" has finished, and Mr. Chihara's trilogy from 2009 to 2011 has been considered a success, so Miss Ayameow has once again regained the right to use the TV.

Mr. Qianyuan, who had nothing to ask for tonight, raised his head and glanced at the air conditioner in the living room, which was set to 27 degrees. It was considered to be a just right room temperature, neither too high nor too low.

Putting someone's raised pig's trotters on the ground, he sat down with a copy of "Sword Art Online" that he had just bought from the bookstore before getting off work today.

By the way, he took out the notebook he had stored in his coat.

"By the way, when is your audition for the supporting actress in "Guilty Crown"?" Qianyuan asked.

The girl hummed: "Next month, after the New Year."

Japanese New Year falls on the Gregorian calendar year, so it happens in January.

She answered quickly and obviously meant to show off.

Qianyuan looked at the girl next to him strangely, wondering why she was so proud in front of him.

He stared at Zhuda Caimiao: "Is it okay? Have you seen the list of competitors in advance?"

"You don't need to know that kind of thing!"

She said angrily: "Knowing this will only affect my mood. I will be worried every day whether others will be better than me. That will be uncomfortable."

Qianyuan thought about it for a while, and realized that this was the reason, so he stopped asking any more questions.

She just held the copy of the script that belonged to her in her hand, and used it to pat someone's calf that was raised involuntarily.

Fortunately, this sister is now wearing pajamas and pajamas, which makes Mr. Chihara's behavior less likely to be suspected of sexual harassment.

He said calmly: "You can take it back by yourself, and don't be too obsessed with the TV series. You are full of confidence now. Don't cry if you fail the exam."

After saying that, he threw it on someone.

Zhuda Caimiao can be regarded as an old voice actor. She joined LM Agency in 2005 and has been there for more than six years now. She has failed the list a few times, so she is not afraid at all.

So she refused to admit defeat and slapped it back with another one on the table, and said proudly:

"You are the one. I have bought all the books. Remember to read them carefully. I will be waiting for you to star in the cartoon."

"Don't be the only one selected. You, the boy, will be alone and run away with a passerby."

Mr. Qianyuan didn't answer, he just raised his pencil and sketched back and forth between the script and the novel.

It wasn't until someone moved his butt close to his face and squeezed his leg with a small hand that he reluctantly replied: "Isn't it okay to give you Kirito's autograph then?"

He rubbed the sore spot and sighed softly.

I looked at the clock again, it was only eleven o'clock, I was not in a hurry to sleep.

But being blown by the wind was not very comfortable, so Mr. Qianyuan brought a pair of blankets out of the room, placed them on the sofa, threw some of them to the girl, and pulled some to cover his legs.
Chapter completed!