[Makoto Shiroba: I heard that you have returned to Osaka. Is there something important happening?]

After sending a message to Tang Xiaoke, Shuangye Cheng slowly put down his phone - today is the second day after Tang Xiaoke left and the second day of the school festival.

Perhaps because the concert was held very successfully, the idol department got what it wanted as it wished.

A kind of persistence is satisfied.

Today, Makoto Shiroya is almost ready to perform a drama on stage. Because the script was modified, he is not sure whether the plot written by Kei Takahashi can be attractive.

If he was indirectly involved in the performance of the idol department, then he would be like Tang Xiaoke today, and his performance greatly determined the audience's attitude towards their works.

He did not stay up late last night, but slept steadily to avoid sleepiness.

So he sent a message to Tang Xiaoke early and got up to wash.

Brushing his teeth and washing his face, Shiroye Cheng looked at himself in the mirror, but accidentally noticed that the bathtub next to him was covered with small mud - undoubtedly, this was the claw mark of a cat creature.

This claw print appeared last time, and Shiroya Cheng caught the culprit and took a shower together.

Who knew that it would appear again today.

"Meilin!" Shiroye Cheng spoke immediately.

At this moment, the back door of the door frame slowly stretched out half of its little head, as if looking at something: "Inside the Meow?"

"Come in."

After hearing what Shuangye Cheng said, Meilin had to move her chubby body little by little, and finally appeared at his feet and raised his head: "Mi~"

"Go to the bathtub and see what that is." Shuangye Cheng glanced at it, then kicked its butt with his slippers.

Merlin had to stand up and lie on the edge of the bathtub and look inside. Without a doubt, it noticed the little mud footprints and turned around a little cowardly. It licked its nose with its tongue, and then opened its head to pretend.

Showing an innocent look.

"You won't get your paws dirty when you go out on the street or stay at home, right?" asked Shiroye Cheng.

"Meow."

Shiroye Cheng sighed, then picked up the showerhead beside him and gave the guy a good cleaning. The cat didn't like water, but perhaps because he knew he had made a mistake, Meilin took a shower under the showerhead honestly.

After doing all this, Shiroye walked out of the room with his hands wiped his hands.

"Good morning, Brother Ah Cheng." Yuko seemed to have gotten up early in the morning. She pestered her over with a smile on her face.

"Yue, Yuko." Seeing the little girl who was sticking to her, Shiroye stretched out his hand and pinched her baby's fat face, "Where is your sister?"

“Go out for a run!”

"I'm really energetic." Makoto Shiro couldn't help but sigh. Nana's physique in the morning was really enviable.

"When will Sister Tang Xiaoke come back?"

"Maybe in a few days, let's go down for breakfast."

"Um."

After arriving on the first floor, the dining table was already neatly packed. Suzuki Jun, who was standing not far away, was tasting the soup with a dish. For some reason, Makoto Fukaya always felt that Suzuki Jun was not very happy when he looked at her back.

good.

"Year-going, Suzuki." Makoto walked over.

"Ash." All I got was a cold response.

Although it seems to be no different from usual, Shiroya Cheng keenly noticed something:

"You... are not in a good mood?"

"I think you misunderstood." Suzuki Jung looked at him and handed over the dish in her hand, "Taste the salty."

"Is that right? I always feel something is wrong with you." Makoto subconsciously took the saucepan and took a sip of the soup inside, and found that it tasted quite good.

Suzuki Kuang tied her hair behind her ears, revealing her small ears, which was her habitual movement.

Many times, she likes to do this when she has something to worry about.

"If something is buried in my heart and keeps it in my mouth, it will happen." Shiroye Cheng smiled.

"If you get used to listening to other people's worries, it is difficult to tell others about your worries." Suzuki Jun said.

"Why?"

“No reason.”

"If you have any worries, you can tell me, there is no problem." Shiroye Cheng pointed at himself.

"In no mood."

"Your answer is really unlovable."

“I like my unlovely.”

The two of them were mixing their mouths as usual, but it could be seen that Suzuki's expression was much more relaxed. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and then picked up a piece of bacon: "Eat."

After taking it, Makoto Shimoya took it and put it in his mouth. The burnt smell filled his mouth. He was puzzled: "Do you taste it?"

"No, because this can stop your mouth."

“It’s so excessive.”

Breakfast was ready soon, but Nana had not returned in the morning, so Miyaba Yuyou also got up late as usual.

"Sister said I'm back now." Yuko, who was sitting in the seat, said with her cell phone.

"Then I'll ask Gong Bai to get up." Shuangye Cheng stood up and went to Gong Bai Yuyou's room to wake her up.

After all, as a notebook painter, Gong Baiyuyou certainly has the habit of staying up late.

"Mong Bai, will you get up and have breakfast? Or should you sleep for a while as you did yesterday?" asked Shiroye Cheng.

There was no response inside, but the door was still unlocked.

Shuangye Cheng hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the door. The scene that caught his eye made Shuangye Cheng widen his eyes because the ground was covered with draft paper, and even piled up like hills.

"Ming Bai?" Shuangye Cheng looked around and found that Gong Baiyuyou was not in the room.

Going out?

when.

Just as Shiroye Cheng was confused, the "small hill" in front of him suddenly reacted. It shook, and finally a delicate face appeared from it.

That cold face naturally became Gong Baiyuyou.

"Why are you inside?" Shuangye Cheng closed the door and approached the pile of paper. He reached in to pull Gong Baiyuyou out.

But after reaching in, I found a warm and soft feeling when I got it. Shuangye Cheng was stunned for a moment, this is...

At this time, although Gong Baiyuyou's face had not changed, his ears turned red at an astonishing speed.

"Sorry." Shiroye Cheng reacted and took a step back, but he slipped on the wooden floor because his feet were stepping on the drawing and finally fell into the drawing.

The drawing paper slipped down and drowned him directly.

But then, he felt someone pressing him directly. After Shiroye Cheng used his hand to push away the drawing, Gong Baiyuyou's pretty face was close at hand, and his gem-like eyes were staring at him.

The snow-white skin is a bit dazzling under the light, but because it is half-covered by the drawing paper, it gives the visual impact even more intense.

Her cheeks were itchy because Gong Baiyu's black hair drooped down was twitching his face, and her clear eyes seemed to suck Shuangye Cheng's mind in.

"That..." There was still heat left in the palm of his hand, and Shiroye Cheng coughed dryly.
Chapter completed!