Dong

Dong

Dong

This is the sound of Russia's special anti-terrorism horror explosives when it is launched.

The boy now uses this as an alarm ringtone to clear the head that always procrastinate.

Every morning, I would instinctively turn up at 90 degrees, look around in panic for a while, and then slapped my head.

I remembered that the equipment of this elite Russian operator could not penetrate concrete.

Yawning, rubbing tired eyes, stretching, putting on the shirt that was placed beside him, and picking up the cell phone placed on the bedside table.

It's still only six o'clock.

After experiencing the last time I curled up in the quilt and swearing to sleep for another five minutes, but in fact, Chihara, who had slept for two hours, was very consciously setting the ringtone of the phone until half an hour later, and swore that she would definitely get up this time.

According to normal routines, people who say this often will oversleep.

Unfortunately, the alarm clock ringtone set by Mr. Chihara eliminates this possibility.

This time, with the repeated alert of the Russian operator, the boy woke up on time.

After washing up and showering in the morning, I took advantage of the time when I was still giving my hair a blow dryer and quickly called the little sister opposite her to remind her to get up quickly.

Dou-Dou-Dou-Dou-

It took a long time to connect.

Moses Moses ~

Having habitually called a Japanese-style call, the boy cleared his throat and said in an extremely gentle tone:

"Zhuda, it's time to get up."

"Isn't it Yuan Bao..."

"Otherwise, who else can it be?" Qianyuan asked back angrily.

Especially now, the lazy and tiredness mixed in the tone of my sister in New Year's Day directly hit Qianyuan's cerebral blood vessels through the signal waves, causing this elder brother who had to work for her early in the morning and had to calculate the time to rise rapidly.

"Wait, I'll get up after sleeping for another five minutes..."

Still sleeping?!

Qianhara turned off the hair dryer, unplugged the plug, rubbed his eyebrows, and walked towards the kitchen with his cell phone in his hand.

"Zhuda, if you go to bed, you won't have breakfast."

“…that won’t work!”

This news reminded Zhu Dacai Meow of her mind and immediately forgot about the comfort of her sleep.

Through the phone, Mr. Chihara could hear the plop of her instant kicking the quilt away.

Sure enough, only eating right is this guy that has such a charm.

When the sound of friction between the clothes and the skin sounded, the boy consciously hung up the call.

Adjust the phone music to the light music version of [don't                                                        

I'm going to prepare a Japanese fried dumpling this morning.

The Chinese style cannot be afforded and consumed too much fuel. Small families cannot support it. They can only choose the Toyota-style economical and cost-effective version based on the Japanese's petty personality.

(Key statement: Only people with low emotional intelligence will say stinginess and poverty)

Just as expected, only a little hot oil and dumplings are needed. Then, when the outer skin begins to gradually change color and turn light brown scorched skin, then pour in starch water.

Cover the pot and wait for a while.

When a pot of scorched and tempting fried dumplings was ready to be served, a big brother was already preparing the lunch for today.

Dingdong—Dingdong—

The doorbell is pressed very quickly, but you don't need to worry about it.

The boy believes that life will always find a way out that suits him.

As a brother, you should believe in Miss Zhuda's wisdom and physical fitness.

Give the sauce in advance and cut the onions.

Only the fat cow was left to thaw.

He couldn't help but sniff for five minutes. After the microwave made a crisp ending sound, he took out the plate and dissipated some temperature.

Dongdong--

Two weak knocks on the door.

Through the iron gate, you can hear a very resentful "Yuan Bao--"

Miss Takeda, you are definitely the most troublesome woman Mr. Chihara has encountered in his life...

The premise statement is that a certain sakura is not among the women, so it can be ignored.

"Come here..."

"You are really, don't use the door as a death-seeking drum."

Qianhara frowned, adjusted the firepower of the stove to a minimum, and rushed to the entrance.

When he opened the door, he was not surprised at all.

Zhu Da Cai Miao, wearing a cool dress, tied two small braids that fell to her neck, and she deserved the image of youth. Now this face has a resentful expression.

Nian Shang's sister looked up at Qianhara.

"Yuan Bao, you don't love me anymore..."

"Can you not disgusting people at such an age..." Qianhara rubbed his eyebrows and prepared to rush back to the kitchen, "Come in quickly, I don't have time to talk to you now."

"By the way, help me heat the milk again." The girl stretched out her hand and handed him the milk she had just taken out of the refrigerator.

"Okay, sit on the sofa for a while, and I'll prepare the meal right away."

The boy gave her annoyed look, then walked back to the kitchen with two boxes of milk in his hand, slowly poured it into a cup, heated it in the microwave for five minutes.

By the way, you can sniff a little while lying on the sofa.

When Chihara, who was sleepy and lying on the sofa on his side, was awakened by Takeda's sister for the second time...

Put the just-finished Japanese fat beef dishes into a bento box and cover it.

The same goes for the rice in the rice cooker.

Take the milk out of the microwave.

By the way, clean the thermos you usually use, re-scald the possible bacteria with hot water, and then pour a full cup.

Gently place on the breakfast table.

"Zhuda, do you have brown sugar there?"

"Yuan Bao, should I say you are so keen..."

"After all, someone was a little suspicious if he didn't turn over the balcony today." Chihara Ichi curled his lips, "And the strange smell on you, please understand the mood of the patient who is obsessed with the cleanliness."

"Chanhara... You're too fantasy. Your menstrual cycle is not so outrageous. How could you smell it?" Zhuda Caimao took a nibble of the breakfast dishes on the table, "It's all psychological effects and hallucinations."

"And why do you believe in brown sugar water?"

"Young people still have to believe in science. Yuanbao, you must remember that brown sugar water is not very useful!"

She patted the shoulders of the younger brother, and raised her thumbs up, which was quite like President Amacao said to the younger generation, "Young people should do it well, don't think too much."

"I think it's unscientific for Japanese women to drink iced drinks during their menstrual cycles..."

Qianyuan held his forehead as distressedly and scratched his eyebrows with his fingers.

He doubted that Chinese women and Japanese women are actually two different creatures, so why does the woman next door have no such thing as dysmenorrhea?

After enjoying a simple breakfast, my brother was washing the pot and dishes, and my sister was playing with her mobile phone.

The boy stretched his waist long, rolled his eyes, put the thermos and the bento box into the bag and handed it to Miss Zhuda.

...

Qianyuan arrived at the scene at the junction today, not late or early. He also took the coke that had just come out of the vending machine under the building. The platform he had repeatedly read and ravaged was caught in a crouching nest. He felt like a middle-aged teacher.

The moment he pushed open the door, he ran into several sights, and sparks intertwined.

I saw that in the not-so-spacious recording studio, there was already a heroine, the second female lead and several passers-by.

After being caught between the seniors of the same period and the Tongshe family for a long time, Matsuda Zhencheng, who had good brothers, and Mr. Nobunaga, who had been in jail for a long time, finally showed joy.

But before they could wait for the habitual cry of "Brother Qianhara".

A senior's vision arrived one step faster than his.

Thumb dong!!!
To be continued...