Although it feels beautiful when it snows, there is only one feeling when you actually experience it.

——Winter is really annoying!

But I don’t have to go to school today, so I can have a nice meal in my leisurely time.

Mr. Qianyuan walked away holding an unfinished cup of hot soy milk in his hand.

The sun has just risen today, and the freezing cold all night last night is still wandering wildly in the city along with the winter wind.

So Mr. Qianyuan buttoned up one more button, threw away the box of soy milk he had just finished and threw it into the trash can. He put his hands back in his pockets and walked home quickly.

Combining Taketatsu Aya's character and today's cold weather, Mr. Chihara came to the conclusion that "the other party must not have gotten up yet."

So, after climbing upstairs, he had no choice but to shake himself off and go to the room opposite.

Unscrew the door lock.

open the door.

Very messy.

How to say it well?

The living room is normal and quite satisfactory.

When I entered the bedroom, I realized that there were two worlds.

There were socks all over the floor, unknown boxes scattered everywhere, and a mountain of clothes piled on the bedside table.

It can only be described as a mess.

Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the miserable situation in front of him that was no less miserable than what he had seen in his room in his previous life.

Will a girl's room be like this too?

"A bedroom is just a bedroom after all, just a place to sleep, why should it be cleaned up?" Although this sentence is a bit abstract, it is very appropriate.

"Oh, cold cold cold!"

A bit of visible light shone through the cracks in the curtains, and the little white feet disappeared under the quilt without giving anyone a second glance.

The room still had the residual warmth from the air conditioner last night. Qianyuan looked up and saw that it was now turned off. Miss Caimiao must have also turned on the timer function.

Zhuda Caimiao, who was rushed back at twelve o'clock last night and finally fell asleep in bed until one o'clock, sniffed and reluctantly opened her eyes.

The girl was in a daze, and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

A ray of morning sunlight reflected on the face of the boy in front of the bed, giving him a somewhat divine and peaceful aura.

The calm smile represents detached understanding and kindness that treats happiness and despair equally.

The breeze is blowing slowly, and it is calm and calm without being surprised at all changes.

"Qianyuan! Why did you open the window? Do you want to kill someone?"

Miss Caimiao was shivering from the cold air that broke into the room.

"Oh, I originally wanted to wake you up, but I was afraid of triggering the galgame-style sleeping naked CG and causing innocent damage to my eyes, so I came up with this method."

"It can wake you up without causing harm to me, Feng Critic."

“It’s really the best of both worlds.”

Mr. Qianyuan looked at the angry look of the girl on the bed and couldn't help but laugh out loud with pleasure.

"If you had used this little cleverness in another direction, you would probably have been out of singlehood long ago." Zhuda Caimiao closed her eyes, curled up, and wrapped herself in a quilt even tighter.

"I am different from you. I have long decided to dedicate my life to literature and art. I don't need a girlfriend to influence my thoughts."

Mr. Chihara pointed at someone's love brain that was instilled in Japanese dramas.

"No, you can't find anyone with whom you can really fall in love." Miss Caimiao said slowly and lazily.

Who is willing to admit that he is inferior to his male counterpart in terms of feminine power?

She lacks a stimulating personality and has a mentality of not striving for advancement. When she comes home, she just cleans up her room, takes a shower, and goes to sleep. Except for her iconic idol face, her other inner qualities are basically outside the hunting range of modern girls.

I don’t even play games during nightlife. I just think about reading a book before going to bed every day and don’t think about anything else.

Spiritually speaking, it is actually too different from modern young people.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to get up?" Qianyuan took out today's two buns from his inner pocket and shook them, "If you don't eat them, you'll be cold."

"Eat eat eat."

"Get up before you eat. Don't get it on the quilt." He shook his head. "I'll put the things on the table in the living room. You can eat them after brushing your teeth."

"How despicable. In order to induce me to get up, you actually chose to leave it outside instead of thoughtfully placing it next to the pillow or on the bedside table..."

"Qianyuan, your rating in my heart has dropped again."

"Are there any ratings?" Qianyuan asked.

Zhuda Caimiao fumbled under the quilt for a long time, and finally stretched out five fingers and said: "Five o'clock."

"Full marks."

"one hundred."

"not bad."

At least it wasn't zero, let alone a negative number, and he was satisfied.

"Get up early." Mr. Qianyuan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already half past seven.

"If you don't want to eat something cold, move quickly."

"Okay, why don't you wake up..."

Zhudacai Miao originally had a reluctant look on her face, but when she came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, her lazy expression disappeared and was replaced by surprise and satisfaction, as if stars were twinkling in her eyes.

"Qianyuan——"

"What?" He turned his head.

“It’s so beautiful outside.”

"knew."

Even though there was a cold wind blowing down the collar outside the window, making her shiver unconsciously, Zhuda Caimiao still said that winter is so beautiful.

Leaning on the railing by the window, she unconsciously stretched out her head and looked out. She saw a snowy scene covered in silver, with flakes of snow dancing lightly outside the window.

"Stop dawdling and brush your teeth quickly." Qianyuan urged at the end.

"coming!"

Zhuda Caimiao left a small gap in the window to allow ventilation before leaving the bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door opened, steaming steam came out, followed by the delicious scent of flowers.

It looked like I was brushing my teeth and taking a shower at the same time.

Zhuda Caimiao wiped her wet hair with a towel, walked out wearing a sweatshirt and cotton pants, dragging her slippers, holding a hair dryer in her hand.

I found the socket above the living room and started blowing my hair.

Mr. Qianyuan just glanced at it for a moment and continued to play the Kanji game on his mobile phone with his head down.

"Don't you need to pay attention to your image today?" he asked.

"I'm just going to the recording studio today. You don't need to pay too much attention." She answered briskly.

You don’t need to go out for a walk with your little sisters during the working day. Just comb your hair into a pair of ponytails and put on light makeup later.

I gently rolled my head with my fingers and rubbed it twice. After making sure it was almost dry, I casually placed the hair dryer on the TV cabinet next to me.

Stepping on her slippers, she walked to the table and grabbed the buns on the plate.

Why is it so hot?

Could this guy have heated it in a microwave?

The girl blew lightly and waited for a while for him to cool down a little.

"So what are you doing here today?" Zhuda Caimiao asked while eating, her little feet swinging like a swing in front of the table.

"Don't you usually get ready for school?"

"I've finished my final exam and have nothing to do in the morning. I'm going to follow you to use the air conditioner in the recording studio." He replied.

Another rubbish? Zhuda Caimiao couldn't help but wonder how strange and stingy this person was.

But doesn’t the office have air conditioning?

Could it be that he dislikes Hirata?

Most likely, after all, men generally want to be with beautiful girls more than middle-aged men.

It seems that this guy Qianyuan still has feelings for love.
Chapter completed!