If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Ye Jian tapped his chin lightly, his eyes that were clearer than Lake Baikal looked like ancient wells without waves.

But I was thinking in my heart: I have never held a signing party before!Why do you assume that I am an old driver by default?

But in order to maintain his image, he still maintains a confident and calm appearance. He doesn't even need a sip of coffee to hide his uneasiness. He just opens his light-colored thin lips: "Miss Jindai, the specific time for the autograph session has been set. ?"

Jindai opened her pair of fleshy lips with strong color and sexiness, which are obviously different from Yemi, and the chatter was lazy: "Miss Tsurumi is planning this matter, wait for the details to be determined You will be asked to choose a date after the time period.”

His slender fingers tapped a few times on the dark wooden table as he thought about it, and then said: "But the location has been decided, in Akihabara."

"Oh." The little black cat nodded cutely when he heard a word he was familiar with, and the bangs on his forehead trembled with the movement.

While the two were interacting, Yejian picked up a small five-pointed star-shaped cookie on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it gracefully with his mouth closed, and swallowed go down.

Well, it's so sweet, and it's much tastier than Yubihama's.

Yejian's eyelids, as thin as autumn leaves, are lightly closed.

After earning money during this period and living in a much better condition, he would occasionally eat some snacks, but most of them were when he met Jindai in this antique coffee shop.

Because she thought Yejian loved desserts, she would order some to serve every time, but she never ate them herself.

In all fairness, Yejian also realizes that Yubihama's biscuit making skills are not very good. The bag of homemade biscuits that this lively female classmate gave her as a thank you last time was really not delicious.

However, for Kyosuke, who had been in a situation where it was not so easy to have a full meal for a long time at that time, it was really a delicacy that melted the taste buds.

Do you know the story of white jade jade soup?

This is also true.

Thinking back to the present, the antique coffee shop that only rich people in my eyes would come to has become a place I often go in and out, and even the store manager remembers my regular customers.

This is purely obtained by my own hard work and hard work.

Nothing to do with the system, nothing to do with others.At this time, a vast and boundless avenue with no end in sight has been opened up in front of my eyes.

But having said that, since knowing that the staff and some of the regular customers in this coffee shop are ghouls, Yejian always feels that the old man who used to look amiable and amiable has a feeling of a big boss.

Ye Jian raised his elbow softly like fluttering fluff, his milk-like fingertips slid across the coffee cup one by one, his slender fingers clasped the handle of the cup, took a sip of the thick black coffee, then put down his hand, supported by his little finger The table puts the coffee mug firmly back on the table.

Not a sound came out.

Outside the window are children chasing and laughing after the ball under the sunshine.

Jindai's slow words continued: "Mr. Black Cat, you haven't participated in this kind of public event before, have you?"

"Well, I haven't participated." The little girl nodded again, her beautiful oval face was quite calm and expressionless, but Ye Jian, who had been working with her for a while, could still see her excitement from her frequent nodding .

Jindai smiled gently, with mature and charming cheeks like a big sister.Her upper body swayed slightly, and there was a sound of rubbing her dress, as if she had replaced the leg that was upturned under the table.

"To be honest," the languid tone of every word is like a spoonful of thick honey, sweet and greasy: "I'm more worried about Mr. Black Cat, will you be... very nervous. "

Author's message:

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If there is no accident, next month, it will be on the shelves

However, there is a very embarrassing dilemma, I have run out of manuscripts

Let's get to the bottom of the future updates

I can write an average of over [-] words a week, not because I don’t want to write more, but objectively, I really don’t have time

unless you resign

Half of the [-]D is written from Monday to Friday, and half is written on Saturday and Sunday.

After all even if it's Saturday and Sunday I have other things to do

So I probably only publish one chapter in two days from Monday to Friday, and one or two chapters a day on Saturday and Sunday.

Of course, the above update status can only be completed without long hours of overtime

For example, this Saturday, the company has outing activities, update I can only say try not to bring dogs

I'm really sorry everyone

107 The Gods Are Absolutely Not Kind ([-])

"I'm more worried about Mr. Black Cat, will you be... very nervous."

It seems that he thought about the wording, and replaced the "stage fright" that he originally planned to say with a more gentle "nervousness".

However, Miss Black Cat was stunned, staring straight at the table with intoxicating big eyes, obviously imagining the scene when the book signing meeting was full of readers and she still needed to speak under everyone's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, the small body under a more luxurious gothic skirt trembled three times.

Like boys do when they go to the bathroom.

On the other hand, Jindai paused, his dark purple eyes narrowed softly: "Mr. Yejian doesn't seem like someone who would be nervous."

Turning his head towards Yejian, the corners of his eyes are extremely gentle: "When the time comes, I will trouble Teacher Yejian to take care of Mr. Black Cat."

Ye Jian gently swallowed another piece of biscuit that he put in his mouth, nodded, and glanced at Liuli who had come out of his imagination but had a little sweat on his little nose.

"Heh," the purple-haired beauty chuckled, her slow voice was like a cup of warm water close to body temperature, even if it touched your skin, it would not be easy to detect: "Mr. The audience are fans of both of you and will be very kind to you."

Jindai's plain, slender fingers tugged at the chest of his dress, smoothing out a small piece of wrinkled fabric on the tall chest placed on the table.