After eating.

Now Qianyuan was clearing the dining table with a rag. As a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, he felt uncomfortable all over when he saw the oil and water dripped by his older sister just now. He took a rag and wiped it frantically until it was clean.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

Take a sip and try it all over again. You can see that the reflection is not stained with dust at all, and even a little bit of red in Ping Gu can’t be found faultless.

Finally, wash the rag again and hang it up.

After enjoying dinner, Zhuda Caimiao was happily lying on the sofa watching TV with her belly bulging out after being pregnant for half an hour. However, today was not an idol drama, but the famous dinner drama "The Lonely Gourmet".

The younger sister frowned, looking fascinated. When she couldn't help it, she took out her mobile phone and took pictures of the delicious food on the TV screen one by one. Fortunately, she was watching "The Lonely Gourmet" and wanted to watch "China

"Little Master", Mr. Qianyuan may not be able to meet her requirements in this life.

Qianyuan washed her hands, wiped them on the pink apron that was full of girlish heart, and took it off again.

After working for so long, he finally finished taking care of it. He sat down next to his sister, grabbed a corner of the blanket, and had nothing to do to enjoy Uncle Wu Lang's acting skills together.

"If we really go to a store to eat, will the sales look the same as in the TV series?" Mr. Qianhara suspected that the comic author was actually deceived by the deliberate performances in these stores. He couldn't help but question when the little girl sitting next to him was drooling and looking at it.

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"I've never been there, how do I know?" Zhuda Caimiao didn't care. Anyway, I just watched this kind of drama for fun, and I wouldn't go there just to have a meal. No one is so free.

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"I just want Oni-chan to cook it for me next time."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's a bit disgusting."

It's a pity that this kind of person didn't become an idol or an actress. If she had some ambition and worked harder, maybe she would be the one on the TV.

Qianyuan raised his chin and glanced at her.

"When will Idol Master's single CD be released?"

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"I can't wait to laugh at you." Qianyuan paused, "By the way, if you have time, please help me ask how much a sound engineer is paid. I also want to learn this profession."

I often hear that there are millions of tuners, but I really don’t know how much the salary is in this industry.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Zhuda Caimiao's face suddenly turned pale, her breathing became rapid, she reached out and pinched his waist, and angrily switched the TV channel back to the idol drama.

"Oh, by the way, did you win the audition before?" Qianyuan took out the comic books on the table that he had just bought a few days ago, tilted his head and asked curiously.

There are tiny creases on the corners of the comic book pages, and the pages that have been turned too many times are also soft and floppy. There are still traces of pencil scribbling on the pages that are spread out. This book is really miserable when you look at it.

, it seems as if it has been abused, and it does not have the square, neat and beautiful appearance it had when it left the factory.

Qianyuan was not angry at all, because it was not his sister who abused the book like this, but himself.

"It missed." Zhuda Caimiao was still angry, "I don't know who robbed it. Anyway, there is no news."

"That's quite a pity, although I should be glad that I might have the contact information of another beautiful girl..." He pursed his lips, not knowing whether to be happy or sad for her.

"You pervert, scumbag, you're so bad!" Nian Shang's younger sister suddenly put her hands on her hips and yelled.

Qianyuan waved his hand and said: "You can scold me at home, but remember to go to Idol Master to expand your social circle, make more friends, and then help me ask the name of the most beautiful recorder at Taize Office?

"

In the future, marriage cannot be based solely on Nobunaga's unreliable-sounding network. Mr. Chihara himself must work harder.

"To be honest, for such a beautiful girl, I think it's a pity that the agency doesn't let her become an idol." Qianyuan rubbed her chin.

"Your obsession is so deep." Nianxia's younger sister looked at her brother with concern. "Compared with the vague candidate whose name is not even known, why don't you pursue someone else?"

"For example?"

"The super rich morning lady next door."

Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "Sorry, a pure love warrior like me is all about dedication!"

"What about your first love?" She rolled her eyes.

"It's also true love!"

He nodded affirmatively, no one stipulates that there can only be one true love.

She snorted coldly and patted the coffee table in front of the sofa, "I think someone who has photos of female models on the table has no right to mention the word 'true love'."

"It's just a matter of deepening my understanding of my female partner in advance."

The boy waved his hand and placed another stack of female photo magazines on the coffee table.

Female partner...

Zhuda Caimiao frowned.

"who?"

"Ms. Uchida, don't you know? This time the heroine is Miss Mari from the club next door."

Qianyuan reminded her and then laughed proudly: "Last time I went to the special photo studio with her, I found that she was definitely not a creature in the pond, and she would become famous sooner or later. Sure enough, this time she can directly play the role."

"Did you really go?"

"What if?"

"I thought someone was just getting high, but I didn't expect that they went to the Toei studio with me." Nian Shang's younger sister said without emotion.

"It opened my eyes and saw the filming of TV series, but it was a pity that I didn't see my first love." Qianyuan felt very regretful that his news was late and his trip was in vain.

"That's very gratifying."

Zhuda Caimiao curled her lips, picked up the magazine and flipped through a few pages, shook her head and said, "What's so good about the photos of young girls."

"Why doesn't it look good?" Qianyuan was shocked. He took out another copy, took the one from Nian Shang's sister, and put them together for comparison.

"It looks much better than the one you took before!"

He swore steadfastly, and his fingers were drawing circles all over the photos of the two beautiful girls, from head to toe, with no intention of covering up the parties involved.

Zhuda Caimiao's voice of disgust just stopped suddenly, as if she was being tapped, and fell into silence for a moment.

She asked expressionlessly: "How did you find the one I took back then? This set was discontinued a few years ago."

"Oh, the bookstore happened to be selling used books. I thought the cover looked familiar, so I picked it up and looked at it. Wow, isn't this an old acquaintance?" Qianyuan said in a teasing tone.

Zhuda Caimiao squinted her eyes and caught a glimpse of his mean expression.

For the first time in her life, she discovered that a very good-looking man could also make such lewd and obscene expressions.

The harder it gets, the harder the fist gets.

"By the way, Miss Uchida is not a young girl anymore, right?" Qianyuan paused and counted on her hands, "I was born in the same year as you, so I'm just half a year younger than you, and a little taller than you."

"In fact, you don't need to say the last part." Nian Shang's sister gritted her teeth and directly launched the Manstein offensive.

"Please let go of me first...please." Qianyuan whimpered, "Your hands are too tight."

It really hurts.

Qianyuan rubbed her thighs, completely confused as to why these Japanese people like to pinch this spot so much. The same goes for Nobunaga. He was really careless in making friends.

"I'm just helping children with mild autism correct their social language skills to prevent them from offending other people by talking nonsense outside." Zhuda Caimiao explained loudly.

"But I haven't heard of any treatment using violence." Qianyuan shook his head.

"If there are objections indicating that the treatment is not effective, stronger treatment methods will be adopted next time."

"For example?" Qianyuan raised an eyebrow.

"Anti-wolf stick electrotherapy."

"..."

He was quite impressive when he spoke, but I wonder if you have ever thought about who cooks the meals?

Qianyuan glanced at her angrily and pulled the blanket away.

This little sister who knows nothing about heaven and earth dares to pinch him like this now. He doesn't even dare to think about what she will do in the future!

"Have you finished taking a shower today?" Qianyuan stretched and asked his sister Nian Shang next to him.

"No."

"Then I suggest you go back to your home quickly, take a shower and go to bed early."

Brother Nianxia expressed concern: "It's getting so late, and I have to go singing and dancing tomorrow, so I have to have a good rest."

"You are so eager to drive me away, do you dislike it?"

"My enemy...don't pinch me!"

Qianyuan blushed brightly and slapped his younger sister's palm off. Thinking that the sister in real life and the sister in the animation were completely different in character, she couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

Sure enough, Brother Kao is right. Anyone who associates characters with voice actors must be mentally ill.

Qianyuan shook his head and said helplessly: "I will start a live broadcast later, because I am afraid that you will yell again and expose my identity."
To be continued...