Mori Chef's self-cultivation

- Incredible, this guy is really incredible.

Mr. Chief, who got on the trumpet and went online, soaked in the bathtub, thinking with a solemn expression.

However, from time to time, warm greetings would be heard from outside the wooden door, like a bell urging his death, constantly disturbing his brain.

"Miss, how's the temperature? If you feel cold, remember to call me! I can go in and add some hot water for you~"

"Do you need a back rub, or a full body massage? I'm pretty good at it!"

"If you take a bath, you really need to drink with ice... There are a few bottles of beer in Mr. Zhongyuan's refrigerator, do you want me to bring them in for you?"

"Oh, talk to me, little lady—"

Even if the bathroom adopts a three-separated partition design, the bathtub is placed in the innermost part, and an elegant folding door is added, it cannot block the noisy noise of the cat outside trying to rush into the house with its paws constantly pawing at the crack of the door.

Compared with the way pitiful and Alice begged for mercy before, they looked like two different people.

Rao Mori Ogai thought of a headache, but he couldn't fully analyze what the other party's mysterious switch is - the part that can be used is called weakness, and the part that cannot be mastered can only be called trouble.

The situation he is now encountering is obviously the latter.

How to turn unfavorable factors into favorable conditions is the topic he is currently focusing on.

It is known that the little guy staring at him outside the door is full of strange enthusiasm for himself (Alice), and at this moment, his eyes are glowing green like suddenly seeing catnip...

I ask: If he gives up his face and sucks the other party twice, and after he is in a state of dementia to extract key information, will he be able to retreat completely?

Hanging, it's too hanging.

According to his observations, although Kurihara tried his best to pretend to be weak and harmless, he could look at the overall coordination, the lightness of walking, the ultra-short reflex arc inadvertently displayed in response to emergencies, and the smooth and non-cumbersome posture. Judging from the body lines, it proves that she (?) has experienced a long period of martial arts training.

Perhaps out of politeness and carelessness, Zhongyuan Zhong, who is the number one martial arts master of the port mafia, did not stay for too long, so naturally he couldn't find the problem.

Alice was far more carefree.

So he has obtained a lot of information through the perspective of the supernatural body, including the scene of betting with cadre A before.

Leaving early doesn't mean you can't peep secretly.

People who play tactics have never paid attention to the so-called fairness, openness and justice, as long as they can win.

In other words, the opponent is an existence that should not be underestimated. Even if the combat power of the supernatural body is much stronger than his own, it is difficult to say who will be the final winner once the official battle of swords meets.

What's more, he didn't want to make the situation too big, to the point where it was difficult to end.

——After all, it is to be absorbed into the organization...

"So there is really only one way left to choose from'devotion'..."

The figure with a tangled face raised his head, the back of his neck was just resting on the protruding edge of the bathtub, and heaved a deep sigh towards the ceiling.

"There are still a lot of official affairs on the table that have not been dealt with. Let's settle it quickly."

The incumbent leader of Hong Kong and Hei, who has reduced himself to the role of a social animal, made up his mind with great pain. After silently procrastinating in the pool for more than ten minutes, he finally stood up abruptly, wrapped himself in a large bath towel prepared by the side, and walked slowly to the bathroom. exit.

As a result, before he could turn the doorknob, the sticky cat that had been waiting outside for a long time couldn't wait to open the lock and swish its head in.

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He subconsciously stopped his movements, tried to make himself appear calmer, and said in a gentle voice: "I've already soaked, and I can take a bath instead."

"I helped the little lady cut up the fruit."

The pink-haired boy who had been activated with the attributes of the Mori chef changed his previously hidden indifference and became extremely active, even the ending sound had a soft upward trend, "Let's eat later? Yes, do you have a movie you like to watch? Well, I just found out that Mr. Nakahara has a projection device installed in his home!"

Actively lead the topic√

Secretly collect favorites√

Instantly shorten the distance√

Perhaps someone else would feel that the "girl" in front of her is a warm and cheerful acquaintance, unknowingly follow the rhythm of "her", step by step into the trap prepared in advance.

Mori Ogai is almost sure that if "her" love reaches a certain critical value, she will definitely do the terrible act of drugging herself to stun herself.

No matter what the means are, you must get what you want.

The body comes first, and the relationship can be slowly cultivated later. Even if two people become deformed monsters because of this, it only deepens their special bond with each other.

Passionate, absurd, free from normal emotions, and extraordinarily pure love.

To be honest, he didn't think there was anything to be afraid of, and even had a pretty good feeling - the more blatantly exposed the place, the easier it was to be controlled and changed into what he needed.

Just have to be a little more cautious, so as not to overturn the car halfway.

So he smiled, took the topic calmly, and arranged: "Let's split up. I'll find a suitable movie in the list. As for you, you'd better take a good bath while the water temperature is right... Don't worry, I'll wait for you watch together."

"Oh……"

The cats that had been patted down behaved very docilely, even though they were reluctant to let go, they didn't resist, obediently carried a change of clothes into the bathroom, and then locked them.

Of course, for the two of them, the door lock is just a symbolic decoration.

If there are not enough weapons, it is also a "good" way to break the defense directly by force.

But crossing the line too aggressively will inevitably make people feel bored, and then raise the opponent's defense to the highest point, turning it into a situation that is difficult to get close to.

So even the former Kurihara Wataru didn't blatantly go deep. At most, he rubbed his claws back and forth along the cordon, constantly brushing the sense of existence.

If you want to know each other's bottom line well, you need to get in touch and test it further.

He also found it very interesting. Now he took off the long dress skirt and the clothes inside, lifted up the close-fitting fake breasts and looked at them twice, and couldn't help thinking secretly.

——Should I find a reliable shop and order another pair, and next time I will use the E cup... Well, the bigger the breasts, the more I look like Yujie.

The teenager who was blinded by the straight male aesthetic provided by the street investigation program is sure of this, but he doesn't know that today's self almost missed the truth because of them.

If one day in the future, he can have a frank and honest talk with a black doctor who graduated from Dongda University, the other party will probably educate him earnestly: Although there is nothing wrong with the concept of "big" for men, but it is too much, you still have to rely on yourself. Conditions, recognize the reality as soon as possible.

In short, it is impossible for him not to recognize the truth for the time being to give up his pursuit of perfection, so he continued to ponder while turning on the shower head.

He deliberately chose to take a quick shower, and soon wrapped his wet body in a bathrobe, and ran towards the living room at a quick trot.

"Don't even brush your hair... come here."

Perhaps because he heard the sound behind him, before he could jump into the soft sofa, the blond Lolita who had already sat firmly turned her head away, raising the towel in her hand and shaking it as if she had been prepared.

He couldn't help shaking his head.

That posture vaguely overlapped with the Alice and Mr. Dean in his memory.

It's not because of his looks, but because of his attitude towards him, which is always so natural and peaceful - obviously they, or Mr. Sen, know what he has done in the past few years and how much he has stained his hands. Bloody, but without the slightest care and alienation.

A situation like this can basically be called a special case.

That's right, he has seen too many, too many, too many eyes full of resentment. If the spirit of a person before death can be materialized, he must have been crazily pulled by a pair of dark hands and fell into an abyss beyond redemption Bar.

"monster"

"go to hell"

"You shouldn't have survived"

Whether it was the guy on the verge of death or the crowd watching, they all shouted at him with similar gazes that could bring a tingling sensation like a needle.

But the scene was silent, as if the silence button had been pressed.

He knew that those who hid in dark and dirty corners, lived in humble ways like rats and cockroaches, and waited for the leader to pass the level to end this killing game, would never have the courage to speak lies in front of him.

The more powerless the weaker guy is, the more afraid of death he is.

They were afraid that he would be red-hot, and they would not let go of even an ant that crawled across the lawn.

—Obviously he is not that boring.

"Because they lack value, they can only rely on prolonging their own existence to deepen the sense of weight given by life. It is normal to be afraid of death." Holding the apple in the shape of a rabbit, he analyzed the crux of the problem with a light tone, pulling him out of the closed world little by little.

It also seems appropriate to call this process purification.

Who made him wrap up in the quilt and refuse to come out like a black cloud, and even the whole room was filled with the dark atmosphere he created.

He was indifferent to this, and wanted to retract the only head that was exposed for breathing, but was stopped directly by the man with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and accurately fed a piece of apple into his mouth.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he chewed expressionlessly.

The other party was amused by his appearance, and his deep and magnetic voice rolled in his throat, which made his ears itchy for no reason, like being scratched by a small brush, all the way to the bottom of his heart.

Being disturbed, he finally rolled his eyelids, ready to see what the guy who dared to approach him looked like.

Unexpectedly, the top of his head was covered by a big hand in the next second, blocking all his thoughts.

"If you never feel afraid, and do your best to contribute to the things you cherish and make them better, then life is of sufficient value, even if you die, it should be called 'a well-deserved death'."

"But you have to know that not everyone has such ability and heart, as well as the courage to bear the consequences..."

"Good boy, you've done a good job, there's no need to be shaken."

The voice of the other party sounded at a very close distance.

"—Come, I will give you a reward."

"Kurihara?"

Probably because he was in a daze for too long, the figure not far away stood up, picked up the fruit plate he had placed on the coffee table before, stuck a rabbit-shaped apple with a toothpick, and brought it to his lips. In the past, quite patiently coaxed:

"If you delay any longer, you'll catch a cold. Let's advance some rewards for you first. Be a good boy."