Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Zhong Yuanzhong really doesn't understand why things have developed to this situation.

In order to prove that he never intended to buy Kurihara's misdeeds, and never had the idea of ​​long-term entrustment or maintenance, he tried his best to explain repeatedly, and finally convinced the other party that he just wanted to invite "" She" went to live at home.

"Hmm, is it actually the so-called 'shared rent'?"

The little devil who deliberately teased him clasped his hands together, looking suddenly enlightened, and then shook his head to deny his statement, "No, it should be Mr. Zhongyuan's own property. If I live in it, it is better to pay some rent." good……"

"No, keep your money for yourself to buy more daily necessities."

The Hong Kong and black cadres who have always spent a lot of money are naturally unwilling to embarrass a girl. Now their eyes slipped a little unconsciously, and they hurriedly glanced at the cheongsam that was about to reach the thighs of the other party, showing a look of disapproval.

That clearly means that there is too little fabric!

Of course, with his gentleman style, it is difficult to preach to the opposite sex, at most he can reveal his thoughts with slight hints.

He could help customize a new set of clothes, but in order to avoid doing bad things with good intentions and causing the other party's displeasure, he put aside his fleeting impulse for the time being.

——After all, even between lovers, men don't have the right to interfere with women's dress styles... What's more, they don't have that kind of relationship at all!

The orange-haired boy who was unexpectedly delicate in some respects habitually pressed the brim of his hat.

The observant women's clothing boss pretended not to know what he was struggling with, and still smiled sweetly, showing a hundred thousand gratitude, "Although I feel embarrassed, but for me who is currently penniless, it is indeed true. It's the best solution..."

Well, the prostitution was successful.

However, this alone cannot satisfy Kurihara She. After all, his original purpose was to find out more information from the other party. He must not give up his plan just because Fei Yang is a good person.

You know, the days before his life ends...

He subconsciously glanced at the blue fluorescent "89" on his wrist, and his mood suddenly sank into the darkness.

... There are only 89 days left, and before the countdown ends, he must find the "book" and figure out how to save himself.

Then, return to the orphanage to see Mr. Mori.

Alas, his dream marriage has not yet been achieved.

Thinking of his own dean, a lot of warmth suddenly appeared in his eyes, and even his face softened. When the goal is achieved, it turns into a lazy cat cake.

All of a sudden, the faint sense of alienation was eliminated, making people want to go up and touch his head.

Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't find out what his emotional change was. He only thought it was because of the joy of leaving the den of thieves, so he coughed dryly and asked, "Do you need me to help you explain the situation to the store manager?"

"Well, Mr. Nakahara is really a good man, so I'll trouble you—"

The pink-haired boy who regarded the wicked fat sheep as a one-time consumable smiled and skillfully sent out the good person card, obviously too lazy to talk to the store manager who had bad thoughts about him.

He caressed the slit of the cheongsam, with a belated awareness of inappropriate attire, and added shyly, "Then I'll change back to my own clothes first, and gather at the door later." .”

"Ah, um."

The innocent cadre who didn't like the attire agreed satisfactorily, and he split up to deal with the problems that might be left behind.

Such as employment breach of contract costs and housing damage compensation and the like.

Anyway, he wasn't short of money, so a perfect ending would of course be the best result.If the shopkeeper does not agree to let people go, he doesn't mind exercising his own rights to peacefully resolve the dissenters.

After Kurihara changed back to the sailor suit he bought yesterday, he opened the door again, and saw the shopkeeper who had coveted his beauty standing outside, rubbing his hands with a flattering smile on his face, alleviating the embarrassment that appeared from time to time.

"I didn't expect you to know Mr. Zhongyuan..."

If it wasn't for some concerns, the man would definitely have patted him on the shoulder to show his closeness, but at this moment he had to change into a dog-legged look like nodding and bowing, "If I had known this, I would have arranged an easier job for you. You don't need to work hard."

"It's okay, you've taken good care of me~"

He could probably guess what Zhongyuan Zhong also said, and it must have made the person in front of him misunderstand the relationship between them, thinking that the two were old acquaintances who had reunited after a long absence.

He didn't need to explain too much about it, so he said it with a light and careless thank you, and then followed the owner and left through the back door of the bar.

Compared with the hustle and bustle in front, the alley leading directly behind is a different world, so quiet that even the night wind is wrapped in bone-chilling chill, not like a hot summer at all.

And the young man who promised to take him away stood under the streetlight at the end.

Illuminated by the dim yellow light falling from the top of his head, that handsome profile is even more three-dimensional, like a master's masterpiece plated with gold, exuding an aura of high quality and gold everywhere.

It doesn't matter even if he has a cigarette in his mouth, but it adds a little bit of ruffian flavor, which makes people think of many movie scenes.

When he noticed the footsteps not far away approaching slowly, he first snuffed out the cigarette butt, and took a long breath to clear the stale air in his lungs, then turned his head refreshingly, wanting to say hello to the "girl" who came over .

But as soon as he saw the other person's clothes, he couldn't help coughing.

——Water, sailor suit!It turned out to be a sailor suit... Look carefully, it seems to be quite young, can't it be a high school student? !

He should be thankful that he didn't have any wrong thoughts, otherwise, it would be a crime to attack a minor.

Wait, thinking about it carefully, he just wanted to get in touch, but before he knew it, he wanted to take the other party home...?

——Ah, what the hell did he do? !

The orange-haired boy, who was belatedly aware of it, couldn't help covering his eyes, reflecting on his inexplicable deviations, but he still couldn't find the core reason.

In the final analysis, maybe tonight was too chaotic, so he didn't have time to think about it...

The pink-haired boy who secretly pushed everything on the "right track" rolled up the corners of his lips, leaned into his ear again, and whispered maliciously: "Mr. Zhongyuan?"

"Hmm... um? Wait, don't get too close!"

The Hong Kong and black conscientious cadres who were molested reflexively shrunk their necks, probably feeling that they had lost their masculinity, and immediately ordered with a straight face: "You sit in the back seat of the car, don't walk around at will."

Maybe he wanted to save some face, but he didn't know that the red ear tips protruding from the brilliant orange hair had already betrayed his thoughts.

——Well, to be honest w~

Kurihara got into the convertible sports car behind the orange-haired boy according to his words, put on a very cute posture, and put his hands on his knees honestly, so as not to blow his skirt flying when the speed of the car was too fast.

He didn't think there was anything, but he was afraid that the innocent guy who was acting as the driver would see the scene in the rearview mirror and accidentally overturn the car.

So he is really considerate, right?

However, judging by the innate intuition of the fighting school, there is no good girl sitting in the back seat. It is clearly a cute girl with her head down, but occasionally raises her restless blue eyes to quietly observe the breeder. The sly feline of the mood.

... It's really confusing.

The young man who became the temporary owner sighed and didn't say anything. He directly opened the door of the driving position and got in, started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

Anyone who doesn't know how to do it knows that the roar of the engine can tell how expensive a car is.

"Boom boom boom!"

The streamlined red high-profile sports car looks like a fierce dragon riding ready to go, almost spraying substantial flames to open the way, annihilating everything in sight into scorched ruins.

The orange-haired boy in charge of driving held the steering wheel, clasped his five fingers covered in black leather one by one, forming a beautiful arc, and then lifted the corners of his lips, symbolically exhorting: "Sit still."

As soon as the words fell, the entire dazzling sports car rushed out, vaguely looking at it as if spreading its wings with flames, flying straight towards the depths of the night, and quickly disappeared the corner of the street.

If it weren't for his high EQ, Kurihara had every reason to suspect that the other party was deliberately retaliating, and wanted to see him scream out of shame, so as to save his face.

——Straight men are really terrible...

He is not the type who can get pleasure from racing, let alone enjoying the night scene blurred into a blur of light and shadow, just pressing the long hair fluttering in the wind with one hand and pressing the hem of the skirt with the other takes all his energy. , he even suspected that he had been deformed by the wind.

So angry, but keep smiling :)

Although he is not a real little fairy who always cares about his image, he can never bear such a bad experience, so he rushed into the bathroom without even having time to observe the overall layout of the house.

Probably because of the straight man's conscience, Zhong Yuan, who mistakenly thought he was suffering from motion sickness, poured a glass of warm water and handed it in, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I've already slowed down, I didn't expect..."

"It's okay, Mr. Zhongyuan, don't worry, just let me have a rest."

The "girl" with slightly disheveled long hair waved her hands weakly, declined his kindness, and then begged weakly: "Can you lend me a phone, please? I want to contact a friend..."

That inexplicable look is a bit like saying "contact my family quickly and explain the funeral", which has an indescribably pitiful meaning.

The orange-haired boy glanced away guiltily, then took out his personal phone in his pocket and handed it over—to avoid information leaks, members of the port mafia are equipped with dedicated internal phones, for the convenience of a bold type like him who has made countless friends. To contact, of course, prepare a private phone separately.

It can be said that he has basically no defense against Kurihara Tsuru.

Taking the opportunity to put on a show, the little devil quietly raised its slender tail, and closed the bathroom door with a click.

To be sure, he habitually opened the ability status bar and observed his recovery.

HP: 3000/3000MP: 20000/20000

"Huh - finally changed back."

He dexterously manipulated the panel like a holographic game with his fingers, and switched back to the position of [Assassin] very skillfully, and at the same time applied a concealment buff to himself.

A golden gleam flashed past, continuing to hide his state.

Whether it is the gender part or his breath and whereabouts, it can be reduced to the lowest point, making it impossible for people to detect disharmony.

Ready, he picked up the unlocked mobile phone, called up the dial page, and first called Yato, who had been missing for most of the day, according to the number he had memorized in advance.

——If it’s a god, there shouldn’t be any danger, maybe I’ve gone back to the cafe to look for him, right?

He analyzed it with such reason, until the waiting voice in his ear turned into a frivolous teenager's voice, and he didn't realize how optimistic he was.

"Ah, I've been waiting for a long time, and someone called me~"

"You are……"

In just a few seconds, his brain was running fast, and he guessed the name of a person who was mentioned repeatedly and was the most likely to appear. He couldn't help but put his fingers together, and calmly confirmed with an almost certain tone: "...is it Osamu Dazai? ?”

"bingo~ You got the answer right, do you want me to give you a reward?"

That naturally cynical voice was extremely gentle, like a feather scratching the pinnae of the ear, making the tip of the nose itch.

However, what he said couldn't be called friendly anyway.

"Since you want to see me, why don't you drag innocent people into the water, how about coming here yourself?" The heart faction with the same attribute as Kurihara Wataru whispered slowly, throwing out a bait.

"—Otherwise, I won't let your friend go away, okay?"

The author has something to say: When I wrote that Zhongye was driving a sports car, I couldn’t help thinking of Brother Shu, the big guy in CP Zhongye next door. It was a completely different occasion www

Brother Shu: Your car is really good, can you let me drive it once?

Little Chestnut: I will definitely not sit for a second time :)

The picture of Xiaolizi is probably a tragic scene where a fairy cat sits quietly in the back seat, and the hair is blown back by the strong wind (?▽｀)

Fortunately, I didn't sit in the front row, otherwise I might have the honor to experience the torture of a straight man with long hair and face (((

感谢在2020-12-0521:11:00~2020-12-0621:29:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of map mother-in-law;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!