So……

"If I become a zombie, are you willing to take responsibility?" The girl smiled like a flower, and her skirt was gently blown by the wind.

Too beautiful to behold.

"Chihara: Let me introduce you to everyone. After Ikaros, Gogeng Ruri, Tachibana Kanade, Saber, Inori and the currently pursuing Asuna, my new wife, Sange Reiya, appears!"

"Chihara: Even though he is a zombie, he is very cute."

"Chihara: Even though he is a zombie, he is very cute."

Because it is important, it must be repeated.

"Qianyuan: Using the wisdom of my ancestors and ancient technology, I successfully reproduced a resurrection medicine. She who was originally supposed to die became alive again. In this way, my date with Miss Naichan (crossed out) Sanhua officially began.

.The above, the love story between myself and a zombie girl, "Sanhua Remi", is broadcasted here!"

I have decided on my hegemony in the next three months!

"A perfect promotional document. Is there anyone in this world who can compare with me in the purity of love?"

Qianyuan looked at the countless "?" in the comment area and nodded with satisfaction.

This shows that these guys also recognized the good looks of Mr. Qianyuan and Miss Sanhua.

Of course, if there is an ignorant monster talking nonsense, Mr. Qianyuan will immediately let him experience the power of the blacklist.

The voice actor for the male protagonist of the animation is currently wearing a white cotton shirt, lying on the sofa, leaning against the cushions and squinting his eyes to review last night's cartoon again.

Sure enough, it is interesting to appreciate a love story in which you are the male protagonist.

Brother Kao? No matter, I just want to fall in love with the paper man!

While stuffing snacks into her mouth, Qianyuan continued to scroll down to comment.

When I saw the comments below about why there were no new ones, I remembered my own job on this account. I followed the old rules of likes and reposts, and then I had to wait for the monsters who had just opposed me to cry and beg me to release them.

Blacklisted.

Especially a certain "Sakura"-chan who is not cute at all and complains that she has taken away the opportunity to cooperate with her juniors.

Taking another look at the number of followers on his official account, the jade in his mouth burned off the rest of his chin and fell back into the plate.

Number of Twitter followers, 26,000.

He rubbed his eyes. Mr. Qianyuan was convinced that even with Nobunaga's guidance, he had only increased his number by a hundred times. He only had more than 2,000 LSP followers. Why did he have an extra zero after one night?

After reading a page, except for the irritating comments, it seemed that they were all animation-related comments. Qianyuan suddenly realized that this group of people were here to steal his wife.

Uchida's junior in the company next door got an even more outrageous increase, directly to 52,000, which was exactly twice his own.

I also liked and forwarded the post "I'm very happy to work with Qianhara-senpai".

Must be pinned! This is a moment to witness history!

After a few more glances, I realized, oh no, my sister is still one digit older than Mr. Chihara and Miss Uchida. This world is really unfair!

For the sake of the anime, please pull out all the accounts that have been blocked by "Sakura" since then. Although I really want that evil supervisor to suffer for a while, but if he gets criticized because of this incident, it seems that it will extend to Ms. Uchida next door.

Not very good.

Playing Kanzaki Ranko's single from Idol Master as BGM on her mobile phone, Chihara walked into the bathroom and slowly took off her coat, taking a bath first in the morning. Especially when the warm winter sun was still outside the window, taking a bath at this time was definitely a pleasure.

There is no need to endure the biting cold wind when taking a bath.

After rinsing in the shower, warm hot water poured over the entire body. Qianyuan turned her stiff neck, and her bones made a crackling sound, letting out a satisfied "ha".

"Qianyuan Qianyuan, are you taking a shower?"

"Um."

He didn't bother to lock the door, since he really couldn't believe that his sister would come in at the end of the year.

"What are you doing?" Qianyuan poked her head out from behind the door, her hair still covered in unwashed foam.

"There's a phone call."

My younger sister consciously handed him the phone.

As soon as he looked at the notes, Mr. Qianyuan's smile gradually disappeared, and his good mood since the morning was a bit bad.

"Hey, Yuanbao Yuanbao..."

"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment. Please call again later. Thank you."

I also specially added a very standard New York accent, which the middle-aged man opposite would definitely not understand.

The words are absolutely correct and the accent is smooth, without trembling. I recorded this paragraph and put it on the broadcast station of Dongda University to a level that would make 99% of the English departments commit suicide in shame. It was so high-end and international that it almost deceived Hirata on the other end.

passed.

"Eh? What a pity. I originally received an audition opportunity for a long-form game, but I didn't expect that Yuan Bao was not here. What a pity. I have to give it to someone from the club next door."

At the end, he deliberately said "sigh", and when he sighed, he had the sadness of a middle-aged man feeling frustrated and regretful about the missed opportunities of his employees.

But to use this kind of thing to blackmail Mr. Qianyuan, is there something wrong with your brain?

He disconnected the call coldly, put his arm around his arm and stretched out the door, gesturing to his younger sister to help him put the phone back to its place.

"Qianyuan, why don't you continue talking?"

"No more talking. If you have anything to do, wait until you finish taking a shower."

A man who is self-disciplined and abides by his schedule is so cool and calm.

After getting out of the bath, the boy put on his brand new Pikachu-linked sweatshirt, listened to Uchida's singing, and took over the new pants that his sister bought for him last time he went out last year.

He took a sip of the Guozhen infusion he had just soaked before taking a bath, then walked to the kitchen and put on the table the breakfast he had made not long ago.

He took the initiative to take the milk brought by his younger sister and inserted a straw into it.

"There are only one or two portraits of me in the playing cards~ Look, you can see~ my importance~"

Ajie's "Uncle Jock" was used as the ringtone of the cell phone, which kept ringing. Brother Nianxia just glanced at it contemptuously, pretending that nothing happened, and continued to play the love animation last night.

"Qianyuan Qianyuan." Zhuda Caimiao let go of the milk straw in her mouth and asked a little uneasily, "Are you really not in a hurry?"

The tone is extremely cute, and the cute girl attributes are full of them.

"Don't worry, play with him." The boy in the Pikachu sweatshirt chuckled and put his feet across the sofa leisurely.

Then, the ringtone of the cell phone really stopped ringing, and returned to Miss Uchida's beautiful singing voice.

Qianyuan took a bite of the food with satisfaction. Sure enough, the leisurely breakfast time should not be tainted with the slightest trace of workplace chaos.

"Qianyuan, is it really okay?" Zhuda Caimiao said worriedly.

It's been so long and I still haven't called.

In the end, Hirata didn't even call again?

The line has not been posted again?

According to conventional psychological warfare, it would be my younger brother who is so anxious at this moment.

"It's too troublesome to talk to the Riddler." Qianyuan shook his head, then pointed at the plate with his index finger:

"Have you finished eating?"

"Um."

After finishing the breakfast on the plate, Zhuda Caimiao drank the milk in one gulp, then gently put down the glass, turned to look at his brother Nianxia, ​​and signaled that it was time to put it away.

Qianyuan moved very quickly. After washing and wiping his hands, he returned to the sofa.

Glancing at Taketatsu who was secretly chatting with the president about herself behind her back, Qianhara patted her on the shoulder, tutted and said:

"Tell him for me that I won't go to the office today. I want to go to the Toei Studio with Miss Uchida."

Nian Shang's younger sister was stunned for a moment. Her fingers that were still tapping the screen suddenly paused. She turned her head and asked suspiciously: "Do you really want to chase Uchida-san?"

"What are you thinking!" Qianyuan patted her on the head, "It's just a trick on a certain ignorant agent president."

Yes, as a male mother, if I don’t go to the office, then how will a middle-aged single man solve the problem of food?

"Besides, Uchida-san isn't as pretty as the Paper Man..." He explained, "Except for the announcer, I'm really not that attracted to other people in the three-dimensional world for the time being."

Alas, I don’t know when I will see that girl again. Is Nobunaga’s network viable?

When everything was ready, Nian Shang put on her coat, took her mobile phone, and handed her the lunch boxes she had prepared.

He patted the back seat of the bicycle and signaled that he would come up later.

"Qianyuan, are you really not going?" the girl asked hesitantly.

"A bit lazy." Qianyuan shook his head.

"What's important?" Zhuda asked again.

"No." He tilted his head, "I just wanted to go shopping. Anyway, I have a lot of free time today, and I suddenly don't want to be a babysitter for you."

"Toei Studio?"

"It's too far. It takes two hours to go back and forth. I really don't want to go."
To be continued...