My Daily Life with Gosara Ayase/my Sister Can't Be Ayase's Little Angel

(Why does it feel like going to the office to find a teacher?) Qiankun Listening Books om

The person next to him looked up at him, which made him quite uncomfortable.

uncomfortable.

But fortunately, as he expected, the old man with a piece of pudding snack in front of him was still easy to talk to.

After Ryunosuke said his question, the old man tried to call Miss Fate.

Ryunosuke was a little uneasy, and actually prayed in his heart not to get through.

It would be too embarrassing if it got through.

Well, um, bad?

Ms. Fate's phone call is still not connected.

"Oh, I can't help it, so I'll tell you the address of little fate."

The old man smiled and gave Miss Fate's address, asking Ryunosuke to look for it.

He also said that Miss Fate is the kind of person who goes home after work, so she should be at home.

After receiving such an answer, Ryunosuke felt much more relaxed. After thanking him, he immediately walked out of the Thunderbolt Library branch under an umbrella.

Miss fate's home is near the company, not too far away.

After driving for a while in the rain, Ryunosuke looked at a 5-story residential building.

Although the design and layout are very grand, the wall skin that has been soaked and peeled off by the rain tells its history. This is an old building.

Ryunosuke walked into the building through the rain curtain formed by the rain, and went straight to the third floor.

He looked at the house number while walking, and stopped after a while: "301. It should be this."

Ryunosuke stood in front of the door for a while, thinking about what to say later, and then knocked on the door.

It's just that Ryunosuke's heart is getting colder and colder, it won't be

If the mobile phone cannot be connected, it can also be explained by the fact that there is no electricity. If there is no one in the house

Could it be that misfortunes never come singly, a person who usually goes home directly after get off work, but today he went out to play?

Ryunosuke shook his head slightly, no, be optimistic, maybe the gas leaked?

He put his face against the door and listened carefully, but there was no faint cry for help as he had imagined.

eummm

"Ha." Ryunosuke smiled wryly: "I am indeed a fake protagonist."

Looking at Sen Leng's door, Ryunosuke barked for a while unwillingly, unexpectedly.

The door opened.

But it's not the door of Miss Fate's house, but the one next door.

"It's so noisy, she went out to take out the trash."

Ryunosuke bowed his waist and said, "Sorry, sorry."

But before Ryunosuke could take a look, that person stepped in again and locked the door.

Although he was said something, Ryunosuke was really relieved, and said softly: "Thank you."

After waiting for a while in the empty corridor with a lot of sundries, no one was seen.

Only the sound of the rain continued, silently accompanying Ryunosuke.

My patience is also limited.

Look at the phone for 10 minutes, plus the time to take a taxi to the company, maybe an hour?

car accident?Kidnap?get lost?Have a meal?

Well, it's better to eat more reliably, Ryunosuke sighed and started walking.

One wants to move around, one is a little impatient to wait, and the other wants to go downstairs to have a look, what if she encounters any trouble?

Anyway, she will definitely come back, even if I miss it, it's okay to come to her house later, right?

I went downstairs and walked to the nearby garbage collection point according to a timetable of when to collect garbage.

Walking silently in the rain, there are few pedestrians, and there is no one at the garbage collection point.

After all, there are still very few people who take out garbage on rainy days.

Probably, a piece of garbage was thrown on the way to dinner, Miss Fate should be eating now.

Ryunosuke shrugged and blamed me, who told me to make a mistake?

I didn't see anyone, so I guess she will come back from dinner soon.

Ryunosuke walked towards Miss Fate's apartment again.

On the way, I saw a roadside underground

It's not Miss Fate lying on the road, but