Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Because Kurihara didn't bring much, the temporary breeder who provided him with a place to stay generously took out unworn pajamas and brand-new toiletries, so that he could continue to be a delicate little fairy.

After all, the Japanese still attach great importance to the bathing session every night, as if they cannot fall asleep without getting rid of fatigue.

The other party even poured him a small glass of red wine to help him sleep.

"Stay at ease. The bed sheets and quilt covers in the guest room were just changed this morning. I will send a message to tell the cleaning person to come back at ten o'clock. It should give you a good night's sleep, right?"

Except when the adrenaline is soaring, Zhong Yuanzhong is still much more careful than ordinary steel straight men in daily life. At least he arranges every aspect in place, and he will never be perfunctory.

Seeing the pink-haired "girl" nod obediently, he thought for a while, then took out a card from his wallet and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Maybe you have to wait for work, you go to buy some daily necessities tomorrow..."

As he spoke, his eyes subconsciously shifted to the side, trying not to focus on Kurihara Tsuru.

There's no way, after taking a bath, with wet hair loose and wearing men's pajamas, it's really easy to think of keywords like boyfriend's jacket... Fortunately, most of his clothes are dark and won't get wet It reveals the skin color inside.

Otherwise, he might not even have the courage to enter this room.

Even if he totally thinks that he picked up a stray cat to take care of, some unavoidable situations often remind him that what he brings home is a helpless woman who is very similar to him.

Most importantly, "she" is very beautiful, and has a charm that can almost be called magic.

I have to care.

"When I make money, I will definitely return it to you."

Fortunately, Kurihara didn't have the idea of ​​crossing the line, he always held the role of the stray cat who might leave at any time, and didn't mean to stick to him all the time.

At most, it is occasionally to spread a bad taste, deliberately approaching him suddenly to scare him, and then backing away at the right time, showing a rather innocent appearance.

Well, that's the norm for felines.

Seeing this, the orange-haired boy waved his hand, turned around and left the guest room without saying anything.

The little devil, who got a single room, closed the door neatly, so as not to lie in a too bold posture and accidentally see something that shouldn't be seen by the temporary cohabitants who get up early and go to work.

——It would be bad if it left a psychological shadow, or caused inferiority complex... Pfft, just kidding~

He turned around and threw himself into the soft bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt and rolled it like a cat, wrapped himself tightly, enjoying the quiet time completely immersed in darkness.

"Tomorrow, I have to go outside to find Yato first, and then, buy a mobile phone... Huh..."

Perhaps the alcohol had played a role, and before he could finish muttering softly, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

A good night's sleep.

When the pink-haired boy got out of the tightly rolled quilt, yawned lazily, and walked into the living room while pulling his slippers, he did not find the Hong Kong black model worker.

The documents that had been messed up on the coffee table before also disappeared.

If the drag racing trip last night hadn't cast a lot of shadows on him, he probably couldn't help but suspect that he was hallucinating. In fact, the other party didn't go home at all, and worked hard outside all night.

Strictly speaking, it's actually not that bad.

It is indeed a hell on earth where women are used as men and men are used as animals.

The idle personnel who have seen through the sinister living environment of the Mafia shook their heads secretly, and went into the bathroom for daily washing, especially combing their waist-length hair carefully, trying to make every strand of hair shine.

The long hair that was specially grown to cater to the preferences of Mrs. Dean, Yujie, now became a memory bond between the two.

So he took care of it very carefully, and tied it into a high ponytail at the end. In order to prevent the bottom from being too messy and hindering his mobility, he did not forget to tie a beautiful bow at the tail with a ribbon. Much refreshed.

After tidying up, he put on his sailor suit again, took two pieces of toast he found in the refrigerator in his mouth, and slowly swayed out.

According to his thinking, the unreliable gods who have been wandering all year round must use the old method and find a place to sleep at random—even if they are as embarrassed as stray dogs, at least they can take care of themselves.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the coffee shop where they parted ways yesterday, he accidentally caught that familiar shadow at the corner of the outer wall.

If it weren't for his good eyesight, he would almost think that it was a large garbage bag that had been cleaned up, waiting to be removed by the workers who regularly cleaned the streets the next moment, and became a member of the recycling station.

"It's too honest..."

Rao Kurihara, who was used to seeing honest people, still couldn't help but feel the novelty at this moment, and hurried forward two steps, pawing at the opponent's shoulder with his cat's paw.

Probably in a deep sleep, the blue-haired boy muttered indistinctly, his body turned slightly, and the thing he held tightly in his arms fell down with a thud.

He glanced subconsciously, and then his eyelids twitched.

——Good guy, you actually found the brick that he had hidden casually, how obsessed are you with it?

"Aha……"

I don't know if he sensed his breath, the other party yawned unsuspectingly, and then looked around with a pair of sleepy eyes, and the opened mouth couldn't close.

"—Gahoo?"

There are too many things to say, and the brain can no longer integrate smoothly, so in the end, it becomes a strange cry.

Fortunately, Yato is not the type with a strong sense of shame, so he adjusted his state on the spot, grabbed the pink-haired boy's arm with both hands, and complained tearfully: "Where did you go? Woohoo—Yokohama is so scary!"

"I met a kind-hearted man yesterday, so I followed..."

"Well-wishers?!"

The blue-haired god who was hit by the key word put away his crying face for a second, picked up the brick specially designed to eliminate perverts, and looked around the surrounding environment very vigilantly, "Where is he? Did he do anything to you?" foot!"

The nature of canines is thus revealed.

But I have to say, that goofy look looks kind of cute.

So Kurihara didn't care about his surprise, and calmed him very patiently: "Mr. Nakahara has gone to work and left me money. Let's find a restaurant to eat and chat later, shall we?"

"……All right."

Now that the matter was a foregone conclusion, Yato, who consciously received the old father's role card, stood up listlessly, and followed obediently into a fast food restaurant like a little tail.

Of course, even eating can't stop his mouth.

In order not to listen to his repeated preaching, the little devil who is good at rhythm immediately changed the topic and focused on the progress of his mission yesterday.

It's okay if you don't mention it, but if you mention it, he will cry again.

"The guy who adopted your friend is a devil!"

Recalling the dangerous situation at that time, he shuddered instinctively, and then described vividly: "Because he was surrounded by a black suit with a gun all the time, and he didn't seem to be able to talk properly, so I wanted to take advantage of the chaos. He took him to another place, and the moment his fingers touched him..."

"The concealment inherent in the gods has been eliminated!"

Mentioning this, even he himself couldn't figure it out for a long time, and he couldn't help holding his head and talking to himself in a slightly broken state, with a pitiful look of being driven into a nervous breakdown.

"There has never been a situation like this... Obviously human beings will ignore our appearance as a background board, but he broke the defense, causing me to be exposed on the spot, and a bunch of people pointed guns at them..."

"Ahhh, if I have a suitable artifact, at least I can fight back, so I won't run away in the first place..."

"I lost my phone too..."

"It seems that his supernatural ability is very special, no wonder he is favored by "Book". Kurihara Wataru accurately dug out the truth from a bunch of rambling lines, and then bit the straw of the soda cup, silently thinking about the countermeasures.

Although his abilities are complicated and limited, if used properly, it is basically like cheating, and doing anything is effortless.

For example, if he wants to get a sum of money, he can actually invade the bank warehouse and remove a large sum without anyone noticing, or simply knock out a few unlucky passers-by, and take their cash to satisfy his consumption desire.

In other words, habitually looking for fat sheep to start with, on the one hand, is out of his bad taste, and on the other hand, it is to effectively increase the difficulty of the game, so as not to make the whole process seem too boring.

In short, there are very, very, very few things that can make him feel troubled.

But at this moment, Osamu Dazai, who appeared almost like a BUG, ​​is no different from a sharp weapon to eliminate the opponent's advantage, plus he has a superhuman, monster-like terrifying mind, presumably he can easily gain the upper hand.

--interesting.

"Mr. Yato, there shouldn't be any abnormalities before you approached him, right?" The pink-haired boy who found more fun let go of the deformed straw, raised his finger for a small distance, and gestured: "Even if it is Stick it together, as long as you don't touch him, the concealment will not disappear, right?"

"In my case, it has to cooperate with the flash-like movement method, which is not completely invisible. However, if you think about it carefully, his ability is indeed activated by triggering."

The blue-haired god squinted his eyes pretending to be deep, and then pressed his folded arms behind his neck, and muttered unconvinced, "Otherwise, how could he pose a threat to me with his own fighting power... ..."

"I understand."

Kurihara wrought the broken hair around his cheeks with his thin white fingertips, as if a little shy, raised a shallow smile at him, and suggested very naturally: "It's better for me to go with Mr. Yato , After eating, we set off, just as an after-dinner exercise."

"Oh, oh... wait, what are you going to do with me?" He nodded reflexively, and then realized something was wrong, and couldn't help but stare round.

Reflected in it, the cat owner shook his non-existent mustache and smiled slyly, "Go and catch fish——"

Isn't cat catching fish the behavior that is most in line with the laws of nature?

The author has something to say: (?▽｀) To tell you the truth, in fact, I still like to watch two black mud spirits line up, throwing black mud at each other is also very happy (rubbing hands

If it wasn't for Mr. Mori's preference, and the position of CP was set in advance, I always feel that he is really a little dangerous...

感谢在2020-12-0822:51:47~2020-12-0922:15:11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 irrigation nutrient solution: Dazai 28 bottles;

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