If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

But he knows that everything needs a process, and he can't rely on handwriting for the rest of his life, so it is very important to hone the proficiency of typing from now on.

The chunky hour hand on the vertical clock is like a turtle biting its own tail, slowly and firmly turning round and round, the sun outside the window is gradually rising, and the temperature can be felt even inside the house.

It was noon, but Kyosuke could hardly write anything.

Most of the energy was spent on playing hide-and-seek with the letters on the keyboard. At the end of typing, the letters in the eyes looked a little unfamiliar, and it took a little effort to recognize which was which.

This is the phenomenon of gestalt collapse.

He squeezed his brows hard, feeling a little pain before he let go. He leaned on the armrest of the chair and stood up and walked out of the study. On the other side, Tong Nao just pushed open the bedroom door and covered his mouth with a small hand, yawning and shaking. came out.

"...you just packed up?"

Jingsuke calculated the time, and it took three or so hours to pack up.

Tong Nai rubbed her shoulders, her hair was a little messy, like a migrant worker uncle who had been busy all day: "The main thing is that I put the clothes in different styles and it took too much time to do it, huh, so sleepy~"

Jingsuke felt a little strange looking at Kirino who could fall asleep while standing with his eyes closed for a while. He thought that the physical strength of Kirino, the ace of the track and field club, should not be so bad. Fu was so excited that she looked like a child with ADHD, and Jingsuke felt that she probably hadn't slept well all night.

Unexpectedly, Tong Nao was so looking forward to moving to a new home.

Jingsuke felt a little happy in his heart. He greeted Kirino, who was a little unsteady on the road, and sat at the table in the kitchen. He walked out of the house and took the elevator downstairs. He ran to the convenience store next to the apartment to buy two bentos, and then hurried again. I went upstairs, wanting Tong Nao to have a good sleep after eating.

After returning home and closing the door, Jingsuke walked into the kitchen with two boxes of luxurious bento, and found that Kirino had fallen asleep.

Little Nizi leaned her arms on the dining table to support her cheeks, her long upper and lower eyelashes were drawn together, and she held the phone in the other hand, her blonde hair flowing down her head like a waterfall, spreading on the light-colored tabletop.

It looks like he fell asleep looking at his phone.

Jingsuke quietly stared at the blond girl's quiet sleeping face, he gently put down the bento, picked up Kirino's smooth legs with one hand, hugged her body with the other, and carefully lifted her from the chair with the princess hug.

Kirino's body was warm, and it seemed that her inherent body temperature was a little higher than that of Kyosuke's. Holding it in her arms felt even her heart was warmed.

Kyousuke twitched his nose, which was tickled by Kirino's blond hair, and the sweet aroma also poured in.Tong Nao's body is not light, and her slender body is covered with beautifully-shaped muscles due to her years of exercise, and it feels firm and elastic.

Kyousuke, who was severely lacking in exercise, tried his best to carry Kirino back to her bedroom, gently laying it on the bed and covering it with a thin quilt.

He left a note at the head of the bed, which probably said that he had bought the meal and put it on the dining table. He wanted to go out and come back before dark.

Kyousuke walked to the door and looked back again to see Tong Nao's face with closed eyes like a sleeping beauty. He walked out the door quietly, closed the door quietly, went to the kitchen and finished his meal in three or two, and sat for a few more minutes. After a few minutes, he got up and walked out of the house.

It's time to find a chance to do the mission of the system girl.

046 Tsurumi Rumi is not afraid of loneliness

The sound, the rubbing of the sleeves and hem of the navy blue suit, the sound of the small leather shoes falling steadily on the ground.

The breath, the elegant charm is immersed in the air, which cannot be described by fragrance, but it is refreshing.

The light, the bright sunlight was refracted by the bright blonde hair, and it was attached to the boy's body, like a feather coat given by God.

The wind, the alternation of the legs while walking, the graceful swing of the slender arms, and the unswerving posture of breaking the air rolled the airflow, like a whisper attached to the ear, showing his existence to the passers-by around him.

Sheng Qing's half-open eyes are as cold as the moon, and the golden hair is like a weave of sunlight. The indifferent but beautiful young man exudes an unusual brilliance like a full moon reflecting the sun's rays at night. , favored by the sun but only appears after the sun sets.

Just after noon on the rest day, the elderly, children, young people, and women all gathered on the street. Family members, friends, lovers, and colleagues were in groups of three or five, or walking or rushing on the road, but inadvertently brushed against the cold moon. Passing over his shoulders, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the thin but straight back like a sword, unable to look away.

Whether amazed, addicted, or admired, whether male or female, unmarried or married, the bustling people are immersed in the perfect posture of a full moon like a teenager, temporarily forgetting what they were supposed to do.

Chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind like a shooting star whose source was unknown: Who is this young man who seems to have walked out of a painting and is out of tune with the realistic streets and crowds around him?star?Idol?Foreign nobles?Or is it just my hallucination?

However, no one dared to strike up a conversation. The beautiful boy with fair skin like milk just walked on the road naturally, but it seemed to separate the world and the space around him from reality, so that ordinary people could not break in. in.

Ye Jian felt that he was really a dog.

He originally thought that the manuscript fee was also received, the funds were sufficient, and it was time to do a wave of system mother tasks, and he had already thought about the method, nothing more than relying on the face of Ye Jian to flirt with the girl.

Considering that he has no experience in taking the initiative to chat with girls at all, the character of the night is not suitable for taking the initiative to chat up. He even came up with the idea of ​​"using 'ultimate acting skills' to create a beautiful boy with a perfect figure and then attracting girls to take the initiative. Pick up a conversation with your own の big battle" such a method of passively flirting with a rabbit.

Then failed.

His eyes attracted a lot of eyes, even the wretched uncle who just passed by looked at him with a desire and dissatisfaction, not to mention the girls who can be the target of the task, whether they are beautiful like a phoenix or ugly If the frog looks at his eyes, stars will pop out.

However, no one came to talk to him.

He had been wandering around the street for about an hour, and he almost couldn't remember the way home at night, but a girl who approached him did not show up.

He thought about it, and felt that it was probably the over-perfect appearance and the appearance of a foreigner that formed a natural moat that dispelled her confidence.

I feel that I am completely unworthy of him, and it is impossible to strike up a conversation, so no one dares to try, and in Japan, there are many people who can speak English, but very few can speak English that can be understood by foreign friends. , so no one has dared to try.

Ye Jian appeared calm on the surface, and his clean face with few expressions made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Do you really want me to take the initiative to strike up a conversation?

Ye Jian, who couldn't hold his face, was in a dilemma until he felt the hem of his clothes fall, as if someone had pulled him.

His heart suddenly rose, and he finally had a brave girl who mustered up the courage. In order to praise you, let you be the first victim to let me complete the task.

But then he was immediately moved that something was amiss, how could he approach someone directly to pull the hem of someone else's clothes, and out of the corner of his eyes he didn't see anyone beside him.

Isn't she a ghost?

It turns out that being a handsome guy is not easy, and the chances of provoking female ghosts are much higher than ordinary people. Maybe the handsome guys who die every year from female ghosts can circle the earth.

Mom, I don't want to be a handsome guy!

It wasn't until Ye Jian looked down and saw a little girl with a panic-stricken face and panting, reaching out and grabbing at the corner of his shirt, did he stop the thought of running away.