My girlfriend is Ying Li Li

A bad premonition came over me.

"The gift is..."

"Close your eyes and you'll know."

Wait, I don’t want your gift at all, go back quickly!

next moment.

Qingtaki Guixiang raised her hand to hold the green hair beside her ears, lowered her head and came closer, the rich fragrance of wine quietly filled her lips.

Christmas passed quietly like this.

Time flies.

The new year has arrived.

Chapter 1016 New Year’s Eve and Zhaili

Great dark day.

The Hui day is the last day of each month, and the Big Hui day is the last day of the year.

That is New Year's Eve.

There is no custom in Japan of posting Spring Festival couplets, but there is a tradition of New Year's cleaning.

On the last day of the old year, even Ginzi didn't sleep in. It was rare to get up early. The four of them had breakfast together, and then started New Year's cleaning under the leadership of Qingtaki Guixiang.

"My arms are so sore..."

Ginko took a broom and cleaned for a while, and soon became a pet fishing in troubled waters next to Hajima Seisuke.

As the head of the family, Kiyotaki Kosuke rarely does housework. Now when it comes to cleaning, he is also in a hurry. In the end, it all falls on Hajima Kiyosuke and Kiyotaki Katsura.

After the cleaning, Kiyotaki Kosuke called the three of them to the living room.

"It's New Year's Eve again, and you've all grown up in the blink of an eye..."

Kiyotaki Kosuke pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face showing nostalgia and reminiscence, then he took out three red envelopes from his pocket and handed them over: "Silver, your lucky money."

During the Chinese New Year, elders have to give them lucky money. As the head of the family, Kiyotaki Kosuke will naturally not forget this.

Yinzi took two steps forward and took the lucky money, without any shyness: "Thank you, Master."

After all, he is just a fourteen-year-old junior high school student, and it is only natural that he should receive the new year's money.

"Seisuke." Kiyotaki Kosuke looked over, "This is your lucky money."

Hajima Seisuke gently twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing that this was a custom and tradition, so he couldn't refuse. He took a half step forward, took the lucky money with both hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

In the end, even Kiyotaki Guixiang had a piece of lucky money. According to Kiyotaki Kosuke's words, "As long as you are not married, you are still a child, so of course you have lucky money."

Because this is a tradition every year, Qingtaki Guixiang accepted it naturally: "Thank you, Dad."

"You have all worked hard this year." Kosuke Kiyotaki sat upright and said, "Keep working hard next year."

After receiving one portion of the New Year's money, there was a second portion.

"Hey, money." Qingtaki Guixiang also took out two pieces of lucky money. As a member of society who has worked for several years, it is also normal to give lucky money to juniors who are still in school. "Your lucky money."

Yinzi caught it with both hands: "Thank you, Sister Guixiang."

"Where's Kiyosuke?" Kiyotaki Guixiang turned his eyes and looked over, with a gentle smile on his face, "Do you want any lucky money this year?"

Hajima Seisuke touched his nose and said, "Forget it."

It’s okay to take New Year’s money from Kosuke Kiyotaki. Taking your New Year’s money always feels like being taken care of.

"That's right." Kiyotaki Guixiang nodded slightly and smiled, "Qingsuke is a rich man now and he doesn't look down on his sister's new year's money."

Hey, hey, you've been getting more and more sinister lately!

You know why you didn’t receive your New Year’s money. You actually remember everything you did when you were drunk!

"Hurry up and take it." Yinzi snorted softly, knocking the folding fan that had been completely reduced to a decoration in his hand, "Don't bully Sister Guixiang."

It was obvious that you were being bullied, but you helped the wrong person!

After receiving two red envelopes, Yinzi said softly:

"Goodbye, Sister Guixiang, let's go."

"Well..." Kiyotaki Guixiang showed a hint of loneliness on her face, reached out and gently rubbed Ginzi's hair, and said gently, "Be careful on the road."

Ginko is an inner disciple, an 'inner disciple' in the shogi world. He is similar to the apprentices in ancient China. He eats, sleeps, and studies at his master's house. But today is New Year's Eve, so Ginzi naturally has to go home to celebrate the New Year with his parents and relatives.

The same goes for Hashima Seisuke. He received a call from Qianxun last night, asking him to go home tomorrow and celebrate the New Year together.

After walking out of the old house of the Kiyotaki family, Hashima Kiyosuke helped Ginzi carry the suitcase, and the two of them walked to the tram stop together.

When we arrived at the station, the tram hadn't come yet. Ginzi held his hands to his mouth and breathed softly. He looked like a little hamster eating peanuts, which was unexpectedly cute.

"What are you looking at?"

Sensing Hashima Seisuke's gaze, Ginzi's eyebrows moved and he looked over.

Hashima Seisuke smiled and said, "Do you want some lucky money?"

"ha?"

Yinzi was stunned for half a second, and his little face suddenly condensed. Only the elders gave lucky money to the younger ones, so what does it mean to suddenly give them lucky money to themselves?

Want to be an elder?

Sure enough, I haven't beaten anyone for a while, so I'm drifting!

"you go……"

It is not good to say the word "death" on New Year's Eve. When the words came to my lips, Qianzi stopped them abruptly.

"Well--"

The little animal's grievances rang out, and Yin Zi covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"Bit your tongue?"

"It's not all because of you."

Ginzi groaned angrily and swung his folding fan to knock, but Hajima Kiyosuke dodged.

"Are you still hiding?"

Yinzi gritted his teeth and started running around the tram station to start a fight. Unfortunately, his physical strength was too low. After a while, he was out of breath and stretched out his hand to hold on the wall.

Hajima Kiyosuke stopped and said warmly: "Isn't it cold now?"

"It doesn't matter whether you're cold or not..." Yinzi leaned against the wall and panted, "Stand still and let me beat you."

While he was talking, the tram slowly came over, and Ginzi snorted softly and became quiet.

The tram stops.

Yinzi picked up the suitcase and looked up: "...I'm home."

Hashima Seisuke reached out and rubbed Ginzi's hair: "Be safe and send me a message when you get home."

"That's long-winded." Yinzi's eyes were disgusted, "Take your hands away."

"..."

Watching Ginzi board the tram, Hashima Seisuke stood there and continued to wait for the next car. There was still one place to go before going home.

Half an hour later.

Tokyo International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Looking at the landmark building in front of him, Hajima Seisuke breathed a sigh of relief. The last time he came here was in the scorching summer, and the weather was so hot that he was sweating profusely. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and he entered the winter season, with biting cold winds blowing from time to time. People shudder, the similarity is probably that there are countless passionate otakus.

That’s right, the last three days before the New Year are the days when the Winter i Exhibition is held.

While queuing up, Seisuke Hashima looked towards the square of the Convention and Exhibition Center. Although the weather was cold, it could not stop the enthusiasm of the cosplayers.

At a glance, Hajima Kiyosuke saw Asuna, the king of books, Saber, the silly king wearing knight armor, and Aqua, the mentally retarded goddess in Su Qingzhong. He wanted to know which TV series and games have been the most popular in the past six months. , you will know it after taking a walk around the comic exhibition.

Looking at the cosplayers who exposed large areas of skin and still smiled in the biting cold wind, Hajima Kiyosuke could only sigh silently: "They are really dedicated."

He had no interest in taking photos around the cosplayers. After looking at them for a while, he withdrew his gaze and lined up quietly in the crowd.

A moment later, after successfully passing the security check and walking into the International Convention and Exhibition Center, the bustling noise immediately hit my face.

Hajima Seisuke stretched out his hand to loosen the scarf around his neck, and strolled around the convention and exhibition center. When he encountered interesting doujinshi, he would naturally buy one. Unfortunately, the queues for popular clubs were usually very long, and some even ended in sight. It’s easy to be intimidated.

"Hashima-senpai!"

A familiar crisp shout suddenly sounded from behind.

Hajima Seisuke stopped and turned around to see a junior high school lolita with burgundy hair, petite body, and super growth waving excitedly.

It was the wave island that I had not seen for a long time.

Hajima Seisuke smiled and said: "Good morning, Desai."

"Hajima-senpai has a sequel?"

Looking forward to seeing Bo Island going out to sea.

Hajima Kiyosuke shook his head and said: "There are no plans yet."

There were a lot of things going on in the second half of the year, including school festivals, sports festivals, and various title challenges. Hashima Seisuke temporarily put aside his thoughts on making a sequel.

Rather than working hard in small groups to generate electricity for love, he wants to form specialized companies and groups to divide work and collaborate, clarify goals, and improve efficiency and quality.

In addition, in the Japanese gaming circle, fan games are nothing, and the games that can really make money are mobile games.

Hashima Kiyosuke now has a plan, such as a certain liver-breaking Onmyoji, but before that, he still needs to accumulate capital and connections, and he can't rush it in a short time.

"Hey, what a pity." Izuku Hashishima looked disappointed, "I have been looking forward to the sequel of my senior."

Hashima Kiyosuke said warmly:

"I will notify you as soon as there are plans for a sequel."

"Then it's agreed." Hashima Idekai's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his right little finger, as if he wanted to pull the hook. He reacted halfway and quickly retracted his hand behind his back, his face flushed and said, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Hashima Seisuke smiled and changed the subject without leaving any trace:

"Where are your works? They've been sold out, right?"

"Not at all." Hashima Dekai breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "I joined my brother's club... Of course, I'm just a small illustrator. Because it's the last day, I came here to look for interesting doujinshi."

"Where's Lunya?"

Hashima Seisuke asked curiously. As a fanatical otaku, Aki Toshiya would naturally not show off in winter. In fact, Hashima Seisuke had received an invitation from Aki Toshiya the day before yesterday, but he did not come.

"I don't know." Haidao Dehai puffed his cheeks slightly, "I was here just now, but in the blink of an eye I don't know where I went."

"It should be nearby, let's look for it."

"Sorry to trouble you, senior."

Just as Namishima Dekai was about to turn around, an otaku passed by in a hurry and accidentally bumped into each other.

"careful."

Hajima Seisuke stretched out his right hand and quickly supported Hashishima out of the sea.

"call……"

Haidao Dehai patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a slight blush on his face:

"Thank you, Hajima-senpai."

at the same time.

Wearing a simple halter top and a peaked cap, with her blond hair tied up and hidden under the hat, and large black-rimmed glasses that almost cover half of her small face, Eiri is looking for doujinshi in the convention and exhibition center.

As a teacher Eri Kashiwagi who is well-known in the fandom world, Zari will certainly not miss the Winter i Exhibition, but she does not need to worry about selling the notebooks. It will naturally be taken care of by other club members formed by her parents.

"not bad."

Satisfied and closing the doujinshi in her hand, Eirili suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

"Um?"