Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

An Chunzhi no longer cared about how the system answered last night.There is only one thought left in his mind now:

——Lack of spring, sleepiness in autumn, nap in summer, hibernation in summer.I'm so sleepy in the morning in autumn, can I sleep more?

"Meow!" The delicate cat meow was still ringing in my ears.

The little white cat circled around the quilt on the bed without getting too tired, accompanied by the sound of the mobile phone vibrating non-stop.It's only five o'clock, and the little guy started to toss people as soon as the genius dawned.

An Chunzhi barely opened his eyes a crack, ignored the phone, and stretched out his hand in a daze to comfort the kitten—yes, that's how he forgets the old love after he has a new love.

But he couldn't find the ball of fur after searching for a long time.

An Chunzhi opened his eyes in surprise, and reluctantly raised his head from the pillow to look around, but before he could see the surrounding environment clearly, there was a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

"Aw!" An Chunzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.The pain caused him to clutch his chest and bounce back on the bed, curling up into a small ball under the covers.He pointed at the culprit tremblingly, unable to say a word.This time I was completely awake.

The little white cat looked innocent, blinked its blue eyes, curled itself up in a circle on the bed, and began to lick the fur on its back.Didn't realize it almost murdered the new shit shoveler just now.

It took a long time for An Chunzhi to breathe, and squeezed out a sentence almost sadly and angrily: "Rebick, I don't have breasts...don't kick me!"

The little white cat licked its fur on its own, completely unresponsive.It was as if the cat that suddenly jumped into An Chunzhi's arms and kicked away was not it.This is how cat owners love shit shovelers.But to bear a loving kick from a cat's hind legs when half asleep and half awake... is really an unbearable burden in human life!

With a headache, An Chunzhi picked up the phone from the pillow, and rubbed his chest while replying to the boxing coach who was still shaking him:

[Donut]: "I'm already up. But is it so early today? It's not dawn yet."

He glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the phone screen, it was five past four.About the same time as usual.He took a strange look outside the uncovered curtains, it was still dark.

An Chunzhi climbed out of bed, opened the curtains and looked outside, he immediately saw something happened that surprised and delighted him, and made him want to cheer.

[Donut]: "Coach!! It's raining on my side! It's actually raining! It's raining so much!"

[Donut]: "No wonder it's so dark! I can't exercise with you today! #笑笑而远登#"

[Donut]: "#Isn't it raining in Manhattan?"

Steve could almost hear the cheers of the black-haired youth through the screen. After the donuts got carried away, they still wanted to forcibly return to their sad tone. Don't you think it's a bit late?

Steve himself didn't realize that the corners of his mouth had suddenly softened.

[Boxing coach]: "It's not raining here in Manhattan, the weather is fine."

[Boxing coach]: "Since it's raining, you should take a good rest today. It's normal to relax occasionally. #笑笑#"

[Donut]: "Great! I can sleep in again! Laying in bed really matches autumn better!"

[Donut]: "See you at noon, coach! #超爱你的#"

Steve's ears turned red in an instant, scorching hot.He stared at the phone screen, his eyes were incredible, as if he saw a hydra inside.

"Doughnuts talk like that, it's too...too rash." Steve murmured a little at a loss, not knowing what to reply.

After he asked Natasha in a daze yesterday, Natasha told him that there was a way to solve the problem that Donut liked him, but the timing didn't come, so he had to wait patiently for a while.

Steve had no choice but to follow suit.

He has no idea how to deal with a good friend or brother who is suddenly interested in him.It was horrifying as if Bucky came to confess to him suddenly one day.

Especially when a whole group of Avengers took turns to go into battle, they explained to him all the key points with a serious expression, and told him that the way they got along before was absolutely impossible to be a normal good friend relationship, and that donuts should be taken seriously. Talk about love affairs... After listening to Steve, he didn't know how to deal with donuts anymore. His mood was extremely confused and he was completely at a loss.

He could only pretend that he didn't find out about it, and try to keep his attitude as before.

The sound of the rain outside the window on the second floor of the Ping An Store gradually changed from light rain with an indistinct sound to fine and dense rain, and the sound of beating on the balcony railing outside the window sounded very regular.

An Chunzhi only turned on a small lamp on the bedside table, and the warm orange light gently sprinkled on the small area beside the bed, while most of the room was still in a quiet darkness.

He huddled happily under the blanket, half asleep and half awake, and there was always a clingy little white cat rubbing around his face, and he had to kick him to see if the motionless shit shoveler was dead.

Suddenly, the landline on An Chunzhi's bedside table rang, which made him sit up in shock, and quickly picked up the microphone without any hesitation and asked, "Ping'an Store, what can I do?"

This landline is connected to the landline on the counter on the first floor. In fact, although An Chunzhi pays bills on time every quarter, it has been a long time since no one has remembered that Ping An Store has a delivery service—maybe because of this service The price is more expensive?After all, An Chunzhi does not open a restaurant but a department store, and not everyone is willing to take a few steps away and pay expensive delivery fees.

A thick layer of dust had already fallen on the deep red landline, An Chunzhi had to lean greatly to the outside of the bed to prevent the dust from falling on the bed.

"I remember that Ping An Store sells the oriental one—cooked kebabs?" A rough voice asked a little awkwardly.

An Chunzhi blinked his eyes and reacted for two seconds: "You mean Oden?"

"Ah, yes, can you deliver now?" The voice was a little weak, "It's raining outside and it's cold, I'm starving, and I really need some hot food."

An Chunzhi rubbed his eyes, quickly brought back the little white cat that fell out of bed paralyzed, and reminded: "I'm sorry, sir, our oden cooking has been discontinued half a year ago - the ingredients are too much. It’s hard to find and Americans don’t really like it. They prefer hot dogs, quick steaks, pizza, pasta and burgers, do you want some?”

An Chunzhi added: "These shops provide heating for free, maybe you need some whiskey?"

"It's gone half a year ago? Let's have ten servings of pasta, can you add more cheese? Eight servings each of hot dogs, pizza, quick steak and burgers. Oh, and three bottles of brandy, also heated. I can't drink it." I'm used to whiskey." The voice suddenly moved away from the microphone, as if someone around him said something to him, and he quickly moved closer to the microphone and changed his words, "Five bottles of brandy and a bottle of whiskey."

"..." An Chunzhi was suspicious of his life when he heard the amount of food, but the familiar portion of the big eater awakened some memories in him, and he asked tentatively, "Are you Mr. Graham from a year ago?"

From the launch of Ping An Store's delivery service until now, very few people have actually used it.In An Chunzhi's memory, there is only one Mr. Graham, who has a big appetite. He ignored the expensive delivery fee and ordered several delivery services, and every time he cleared An Chunzhi's food shelves.

"Yes, it's me." The voice over there seemed to be very hungry, and he sped up his speech a little, "Please send it to the camphor tree near the Deco Cake Shop on Seventh Avenue as soon as possible. I'll pick it up later."

"Okay." An Chunzhi readily agreed, without worrying at all.

At the beginning, he also worried about whether so much food would be taken away by others, but every time Mr. Graham said that he took it away, so An Chunzhi didn't worry about it anymore.So after all this time, he hasn't seen what Mr. Graham looks like once.

After hanging up the phone, An Chunzhi stopped dawdling, quickly put on his clothes, and left the kitten on the bed to continue sleeping.He tiptoed out of the room by himself.

Although it was a pity that his lazy sleep was interrupted, An Chunzhi couldn't help speeding up when he thought of another person who was tired and hungry on a rainy day, sitting on the side of the road in the rain after overtime work and waiting for food.

Of course, the room was still dark after six o'clock in the morning on a rainy day. An Chunzhi tiptoed past the tent, trying to go around and go downstairs.He stumbled suddenly, and almost lost his balance and fell—thanks to the flash of An Chunzhi's waist, Di Jia's ability was activated urgently, and he twisted and twisted in the air twice and a half times, tiptoe, and quietly Landed safely on the stairs.

He turned around with lingering fear, wanting to see if Sherlock had been woken up by him.It just so happened that Dijia's bulb eyes gave him good night vision, and he didn't even need to turn on the lights.

Turning around, the scene in front of him was so frightening that An Chunzhi almost went into cardiac arrest.

Sherlock Holmes crawled out of the tent at some point, and was lying on the carpet at the stairway, sleeping in that peaceful posture—he was the culprit who almost tripped An Chunzhi!

The hem of a great detective's shirt has been slightly rolled up, and it's all wrinkled in sleep, with at least two buttons left open, revealing his collarbone and some of the curve of his waist.His hair is also messy and curly like never before, his lips are slightly parted, he sleeps peacefully, and his face is still a bit childish.

The white waistline exposed under the shirt matched the dark wool carpet under him, making Sherlock Holmes look extra lazy and charming.

An Chunzhi immediately calmly and silently said several times: "He has a family, he has a family, he has a family." Only then did he forget the scene just now, and calmly went downstairs to warm up those The food went.

He does have a truck that he uses to get the goods in, but he doesn't know how long it will take to send the food there.Poor Mr. Grim is starving - so the best solution is to learn from fellow spiders.

An Chunzhi put all the food in the bag, filled five or six big plastic bags, and then went out with the things.He went around to the exit of the warehouse at the back, pretending that he was going to drive out, and then quietly turned into Di Jia, using the ability of teleportation to reach the remote alley near the agreed camphor tree.

An Chunzhi changed back to human form, walked out of the alley cautiously, stepped over the small puddles on the road, and looked towards the camphor tree.

——I didn't expect that there was a figure sitting under the big tree with lush branches and leaves today.

The young man was sitting on the edge of the green belt under the tree, looking up at the rainwater falling from the sky, as if he didn't care that he was in the rain.

An Chunzhi quickly ran over with a plastic bag against the rain, and asked tentatively, "Are you...Mr. Graham?"

The young man turned his head when he heard the sound, and his familiar blue eyes looked over.

"you--"

An Chunzhi forcibly stifled his own voice, the shocking words almost escaped from his throat.

--Oh, God!Are Iron Man and Captain America fighting?

How dare he let Steve live on the street, alone in the rain waiting for takeaway? !