"Little sugar cube, creamer, what a wonderful world." The ground black coffee, added with additives, is a new day and a new job. Babalim began to miss Bounettani, the judge's personal secret has been away for five days, and she didn't know how her trip home with her big boyfriend was going on.

Will you put too much sweeter stuff?

Ah, it doesn't matter. After all, this is not the real world. Mr. Marceau doesn't have to be afraid of high sugar in this world.

Put the coffee cup on the tray, first delivered it to everyone in the intelligence room, and then the ladies in the lounge. The sisters of the Lin family praised Babalim's skills as always, "It's really a perfect addition, worthy of being a child of our square ears." Every time at this time, Babalim, with rabbit ears and round tails, is always satisfied with being praised. After all, she is also Teershan's body shape. Although it is because of her father that she has Teershan's blood, her mother faithfully engraved a part of it in her daughter's genes.

Walking up the deck, stepping up the steps, standing on the top of the back boat building, looking at the judge who was sleeping in the hammock, Babalim put the tray onto the small table beside him: "Mr. Marceau, coffee."

Flipped off the hammock, walked happily to the table and sat down. The judge in front of him picked up the coffee he handed over, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction: "Babalim, how many days will our Miss Boonetani go?"

In response to this, she smiled and picked up the tray with both hands: "It will take two or three days. She asked for a week's leave."

"Oh, I've already started to miss her a little, miss the snacks she made, ah, Babalim, how great it would be if you could make snacks." The judge said this and leaned against the table, holding his chin with his empty left hand: "What a pity, Babalim, you make such a great coffee, and your father is also a territe good man, why don't you make snacks?"

"Because the job of making snacks is my mother's patent, and I am responsible for my father's coffee. He likes such sweet coffee. His father's race is really wonderful." His long ears were swelled back by the wind, and he had to stretch out his hand to hold his ears: "Talk about it, Mr. Marceau, why do you like to sit on the back boat? It's so windy here, and it's cloudy today, and there is no sun you like."

"Well, this is my personal little secret. Babalim, curiosity is not just the enemy of the cat." The judge blinked his vertical pupils, as if he was a little sighing. He didn't know what this person was lamenting, and he didn't want to know. After all, this is the prey of all sisters. For Babalim, respecting ghosts and gods to stay away from them is a safe way. After every Toby child is sensible, he is warned by his parents. He is to be cautious in everything. So Babalim feels that keeping a distance from this judge is the right way. After all, if this kitten man is to become the father of his child, Babalim faces a plural enemy.

Since that is the case, maintaining a safe distance is always good for me, and the judge is unwilling to answer this question, and Babalim didn't feel that he had to ask, so the rabbit girl who was about to go offline spoke: "Mr. Marceau, I want to take a half-day leave."

"You should tell Mingmei or Mingen this. If they are not here, you can say it to Sister Mo." Mr. Marceau glared at his vertical pupils with curiosity.

"No, I just don't want them to know. After all, it's only half a day. I can come back tonight and will not delay the trip." Babalim stood up straight: "Okay, Mr. Marceau."

"Well, okay, I'm still very relieved when you do things anyway." Mr. Marceau smiled and nodded: "Go, are you going to date your boyfriend?"

"Not, it's just an ordinary class reunion." Although this misunderstanding does not require explanation, Babalim still raised her face and replied in a serious tone.

"So that's it, then, have fun." Mr. Marceau's smile made Babalim feel warm. He is such an excellent male.

It’s a pity that the difficulty is too great, so great that in my father’s words, there is no chance of winning or profit to talk about. It’s a pity.

After retreating to the cabin and lying on the bed, the rabbit girl twisted her body to make herself sleep more comfortable, and then closed her eyes.

Once again, she sat up from the bed in her room. Babalim took off her game helmet, and the rabbit girl in a nightgown jumped to the closet, choosing suitable clothes for herself. The father liked conservative style, or the whole square and pointed ears liked conservative clothes. Babalim was no exception. For her, those women who wear less clothes in the game, the higher the defense, while violating physics, also distorted the male's perception. Please, what's the best thing about the female with huge fat?

"Sister is going out?" My younger brother looked at the book in the living room and found that his sister was dressed like she was going out. The only two men in the family naturally asked a question.

"Yes, I'm going out." After answering my brother's question, Babalim smiled and reached out and rubbed his brother's head.

Unlike Babalim, who is the sister, her younger brother has a completely good-looking appearance, which makes Babalim somewhat envious. Therefore, when her younger brother turns to envy her sister's ears, Babalim is very angry. This kind of younger brother who gets cheap is really annoying.

However, after all, it’s a younger brother, and he should be pampered by his sister.

"Does sister need pocket money?" asked the younger brother.

"No, sister is enough." Babalim nodded with a smile, then shook her long ears: "Do you still have pocket money?"

Children in the family sometimes borrow pocket money. Babalim thinks this is good. It is a good thing to have a deep relationship between brothers and sisters. However, Babalim, who is an older sister, has begun to make money through work and contracts in games, so in the borrowing relationship, it is usually the party that broke up.

"Tata is also there, sister, be careful on the way." The younger brother waved to his sister: "If my sister is looking for a boyfriend, Tata will not tell me."

"Sister isn't going to find a boyfriend." Babalim smiled and threw a candy over.

"Babalim! You're taller again!"

"Only one centimeter."

"One centimeter! In our world, every tiny or one cent is a height difference!"

The class reunion was held in an afternoon tea restaurant opened by a big shop manager in a nearby neighborhood. The big shop manager is older because he heard that his father and mother had this restaurant when they were dating.

Generally speaking, all the girls in the class attend the party are girls. Most of the boys and girls of good people are fully reflected in the class. The male students have already asked their families to take care of each other and are not lucky. They probably have faced several children now, so they are so busy that they can't touch the ground. They have no time to join their classmates' homes.

Therefore, Babalim prefers to post a more appropriate name on the label of the class reunion deep down.

What a sad name. Every time I reunite, Babalim always finds that some classmates have disappeared. This is the sublimation from the defeated dog group to the winner group. What a happy guy.

"Have you heard that Valoro is married, and the other party is a kitten man!"

"Wow, I actually married into the Night War specialist race. Can she bear it?"

"I was teaming up with her sisters. How could she get a kitten man alone? I heard that she is the childhood sweetheart of her sisters, so she can only be considered a big shot."

"It's better to have a head-on than a defeated dog like us!"

It's really the whine of a defeated dog.

Sometimes Babalim wonders if she will fall to the point where she has to form a group with her sisters one day. Alas, it’s really a dream. The sisters are still very young, and Babalim, as sisters, can only be self-reliant. Maybe one of her sisters will need her, the one who is her sister, to take in.

As the elder sister, I have to work hard too!

"Babalim, you are the only exotic girl in our class. Why can't you marry yourself?"

"Although the rabbit's ears are soft, it's hard to touch. The rabbit's tail is short and not warm. I have no advantage at all."

"But even if you can't marry the same race, at least the big man should be very marketable. Bunny girls or something, there is a very market for the big man."

Yes, there is a super market, but there are big bunny girls with 42 fat, not bunny girls with flat breasts like themselves.

Babalim touched his ribs and felt that his rabbit was a little dull. He twisted his head. Babalim, who was about to throw these unpleasant things out of his mind, unexpectedly saw Tershan standing outside the window.

Boy and girl.

"Hey, isn't that Mimida from Kaka's family? It's the younger brother of Mimian, the first male classmate in our class to get married."

"The Kaka family's genes are extremely powerful, and there are actually four brothers."

"Pity you are already an aunt, my dear."

"Don't expose your shortcomings! Aren't you the same?"

The classmates made fun of each other, and Babalim looked at the girl and unexpectedly felt that she had seen her somewhere.

"You said where have you seen her? But I don't know her. There is no such person among the girls in our neighborhood."

"Hey! She hit him! She slapped him!"

"Wow, girls who dare to hit boys these days are really rarer than boys."

Seeing her slap him on the street, Babalim suddenly thought of someone. Isn't this Buenetani?

Wait, isn't her boyfriend a big guy?

Wait, what is the reason why she checked in with Mimida at Ka's house?

Wait a minute, why did she run away crying?

Wait a minute, why do he still chase after him?

Babalim felt that his gossip soul was burning.

No, it should be said that the gossip souls of the defeated dogs in the entire restaurant are burning.

After turning around, Marceau sat up, the cat opened his bloody mouth and yawned. On a cloudy afternoon, taking a nap under the wind in the upper reaches was a great pleasure for the cat.

Just like when Yan took him to the peak, two cats were on the blanket, but because of the weather, he could only enjoy the cloudy low pressure.

It’s really a little beauty of the past. It’s a pity that beauty is easy to break, and beautiful dreams are easy to wake up.

It is still half a day away from Miro City. In the past few days, the teams on the entire boat have completed rest. How to show off when they get off the ground is naturally a girl who will take the sword. What Masso needs to do is to make the sharpest knife.

Sitting up, Marceau went down the stairs, and was about to move to the intelligence room, he suddenly heard the crying sound from the other side of the lounge.

Marceau didn't know how curiosity killed the rabbit, but Marceau knew very well. When he leaned his head into the lounge, the cat was ready to be covered with something. Unfortunately, there were no deadly scissors, nor were there girls screaming with their ribs. There were only their own girls surrounding Bunitani to comfort her.

"Well, I'm very curious, what's wrong with Boonetane?" Out of curiosity, Marceau asked, "This is the thirty-six-handed mouth-dead school among the kitten people who died of death. The former usually comes from the mouth, while the thirty-second hand-dead school belongs to the lower seventy-second hand-dead school is just a more miserable difference.

"Shut up!" This was the Lin sisters' unanimous voice.

"There is no business for you here!" This is the scolding of Jiuye and Yang.

"Let's go when the sisters are not angry!" This is Anne's earnest temptation.

"Ah, okay." Although I didn't know what happened, Marceau felt that all this had a lot to do with her gender. Since Anne said so, out of cherishing and caring for her life, the cat pulled her head out of the lounge.

"Sister Mo, Babalim, I said, what's wrong with Boonetani?" Marceau squatted in the corridor for a while, noticing that Sister Mo and Babalim were holding two large pots of snacks and tea, and the cat pointed to the lounge.

"Well, how do you say, you'll meet someone bad." Sister Mo looked like a person who was passing by, "People are always repeating the same mistakes." Babalim blinked: "Bonetane's big boyfriend is really not a thing."

"Huh, you know?" Marceau's curiosity came up again.

"But Babalim is not the kind of girl who likes to gossip, and this kind of thing is related to Miss Boonetani's dignity, I will not say it." The rabbit girl said indignantly.

Marceau pulled out his pocket and took out a handful of carrots.

Babalim frowned, took the carrots from Marceau's hand, and then shook his head with a frown: "I won't say it!"

"But you collected carrots!" Marceau spread his hands.

"A sage once said that the candy-coated cannonballs that come over can be eaten and then shot back the cannonballs!"

After saying that, the rabbit girl followed Sister Mo into the lounge.

The cat squatting outside the door took out a carrot with a depressed look on his face and took a bite.
Chapter completed!