Today, Mr. Chihara made a recording in the morning. He saw the male protagonist being bullied by the supervisor of the animation team, and he was teased by the scheming woman he met for the first time. No matter what, he was still frightened.

I went to a coffee shop in the afternoon and held a brown bear doll on my head, and was asked to take a photo with a passing couple, which caused severe mental trauma.

At night, wearing a trademark waiter uniform, he was bullied by female customers.

So he could only sigh three times in a row, regretting that even though he was so talented, he had to suffer all the suffering in the world.

However, a day with recording work is always special, and the harvest today is enough to make him happy for a long time.

Although he spent all the money he just got in one go and slipped out of his wallet.

Mr. Qianyuan hummed softly, holding a thick bag of books in his hand. He stopped in front of his door, slowly took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door. When the door clicked, he opened the door with one foot.

Step in.

Someone in the room felt the breath of his male mother, and shouted angrily, covering his head and face, shaking his eardrums.

"I'm starving——!"

He put on his slippers speechlessly and went in, and then saw the figure in the living room who was dressed as pale as a female ghost.

"Qianyuan Qianyuan, why did you come back so late tonight?" Zhuda Caimiao sniffed, "Could it be that you ran out to date a woman outside? That's why you came back so late..."

"Today is December 26th, Christmas Eve is the day before yesterday, and Christmas is yesterday. How do you think I can find a girlfriend in just two days?" He said quietly.

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a while and said: "When love comes, there is no way to stop it. Maybe one day we will fall in love at first sight and date."

"Besides, when I called you just now, I heard the voices of a group of noisy young women nearby." A certain elderly sister began to speak one by one.

"Isn't that just like this in Ginza? There are either men or women on the street. Why is it so strange if there are women's voices nearby when I'm walking outside?"

He put down the books in his hands and lined them up on the coffee table.

"But you look too insecure." The girl sighed, "No, it's probably because you look so good that people forget about safety and self-love."

"Besides, she has small arms and legs, and she doesn't usually exercise. Just because her muscles are weaker than mine, it's really worrying..."

It sounds like the first sentence is praising Mr. Chihara's beauty, and the latter sentence should be praising her own strength.

Qianyuan did not raise his head to respond to her provocation, but carefully put aside the first volume of Sword Art Online that he had spent two hours reading yesterday, and sat on the sofa to pick up the second volume he had just bought today.

"Can you, a cashier who despises the second dimension, buy light novels?" Miss Caimiao asked in surprise.

"Let me make it clear that this is not a cash deposit, at most it is just a young person with a literary background."

Qianyuan lifted the cup on the table to take a sip, but as soon as he picked it up, he frowned. It should have been the remaining water he drank in the morning. Why was it warm now?

"Have you moved?" he asked doubtfully.

"I just boiled a pot of hot water for myself, and I'm going to eat noodles while watching a TV show." The girl hummed, and with a little pride, she put her hands on her hips and said loudly, "I can cook for myself even without you.

"

Do you mean you want to get rid of the impression of a housekeeping imbecile by doing such trivial things?

Fortunately, both cups were warm, which at least meant that someone was not selfish enough to only care about himself.

If you clean the house for him personally, Mr. Qianyuan will really praise you with words.

It's a pity that it's just a small matter of pouring a pot of water.

"You haven't drank from my cup, have you?" asked the boy who walked towards the kitchen holding the tea cup.

"No, no?"

In fact, she wasn't sure. She always felt that the two cups on the table looked exactly the same, and she couldn't tell them apart.

"never mind."

Mr. Qianyuan consciously poured the rest of his cup into the sink, rinsed it with cold water, and then poured a pot of hot water into the pot to rinse the remaining liquid before he was willing to have another cup.

"Are you sick?"

Zhuda Caimiao pulled her crossed legs from the blanket, curled her lips angrily, and focused her eyes on the TV screen.

"Sick, mysophobic, afraid of germs on someone's body."

After returning to the sofa, he took a sip of warm water, gently turned over a page of the book, thought for a while, turned around and asked, "When did you come back today?"

I also specially pressed the switch of the air conditioner remote control in my hand.

"Seven o'clock."

"Aren't you full? Tenten soba noodles."

"Okay, I can see it all."

Zhuda Caimiao grinned, her smile was hearty and generous, without any pretense: "Now that you know everything, can you cook it for me quickly? This beautiful girl is already cooing with hunger."

Mr. Qianyuan glanced at her belly in surprise, and then looked up and down.

"I thought you just meant that you had finished eating."

"Originally, it can be cooked!" She emphasized heavily, "Unfortunately, Kimura Takuya is so handsome. I was so fascinated by it that I lost track of time. The water became tepid and I couldn't cook the noodles."

Good guy, forgetting for three hours is basically the same as when someone was addicted to games in the past.

"Can't you just reheat the pot? Or just use the pot."

"lazy!"

She is quite confident.

Mr. Qianyuan shook his head helplessly, stuffed the bookmark given by the bookstore into the book, stood up slowly and walked to the kitchen.

"If you can do it yourself at night, just move a little. Don't wait until you are so hungry that you think of it. If you are really lazy, just leave the pots and dishes for me to wash."

"Okay! I won't be so fascinated next time."

Zhuda Caimiao blinked.

"Sure?"

"Well... try your best..."

Judging from Miss Caimiao's attitude, we know that the situation will most likely be the same tomorrow.

However, the final exams at Tokyo University are over, and there is no need to think about going to class for a while.

New Year's Day in the Gregorian calendar is the Japanese New Year, and there is a special short holiday after which you can spend it leisurely.

Zhuda Caimiao held a bowl of noodles, bent her knees, pressed her feet and butt comfortably on the sofa, and slurped the noodles.

"Wow, Yuan Bao's cooking is still delicious."

"Keep your voice down, girls should pay more attention to their image." Mr. Qianyuan scratched his hair, "Also, don't affect my reading."

"Okay, I'll just calm down." Taketashi meowed twice, "I mainly blame you for making a pack of supermarket soba noodles so delicious."

It is a rare compliment that Mr. Qianyuan can hear from Miss Caimiao.

However, he was indifferent to such false praise.

"So, I'm really curious about why you started reading light novels?"

Half full, Zhuda Caimiao took a deep breath and swallowed the warm water, "Isn't it usually Nietzsche, Lao She, and Hemingway?"

"Don't you want to get closer to female voice actors or female fans by discussing light novels?"

The meaning of the girl's teasing is very obvious.

"I just heard that Matsuda Makoto Animation from LM next door bought a set of light novels. I think this kind of behavior can be learned. I usually read other books the same way. There is no harm in studying it."

The pen in Qianyuan's hand shook slightly, and the tip of the pen wandered on the paper.

"Also, are you full, Miss Caimiao? If you are full, give me the plate, and then you can go back to your room and sleep."

"Don't waste my electricity bill anymore."

Facing someone who was urging her, Ms. Taketatsu Caimiao showed a disdainful smile, and then knocked the plate heavily on the coffee table. She had to make a sound to be considered as resistance to tyranny.

Mr. Qianyuan didn't have any extra time to waste with her, so he rubbed her head with his hands and messed up her carefully styled hair after taking a bath tonight as a punishment.

Finally, he hummed twice, grabbed his plate and chopsticks, and walked away.

After washing the dishes and sitting back on the sofa, Mr. Chihara looked up and glanced at the air conditioner's room temperature setting of 27°C. He pulled the blanket onto his legs and continued to write on the second volume of "Sword Art Online" with a pen in his hand.
Chapter completed!