Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Honmaru in November, seven in the morning.

It has been regulated by the spiritual power of the god judge, maintaining a slightly higher temperature than the current world, and is independent from the world.The Wannian cherry, which symbolizes the core of Honmaru's spiritual power, blooms in full bloom in different seasons, and the breeze blows, and the cherry powder is scattered all over the ground.

The rising sun warmly shines on the edge of the wooden verandah, the temperature is just right, neither dazzling nor hot, leaving bright circles of light on the floor.

The young man and his brother, who were wearing a pullover for the elderly, were sitting quietly holding a cup of steaming tea, laughing "hahaha" from time to time.

"What a beautiful day—"

"Hahaha, what a peace..."

The tender pink petals floated into the tea bowls of the two with the wind, adding some soft and lively loveliness.

It looks like a fairly peaceful scene, as beautiful as a painting.

"Morning, Sanriyue Hall, Xiaohuwan Hall."

He probably came running from the restaurant, Candlestick Kiri, who was still carrying the aroma of rice rising all over his body, greeted the tea-drinking elders of Sanjo's house as he ran.

The handsome Ikemen wearing a blindfold stood still in the corridor, before waiting for anyone to reply, he seriously asked the big bosses of the Santiao group who were highly suspected of holding tea and starting a day's escape/daily start.

"Today's servant is Sanriyuedian?"

"Exactly."

The "elderly man", who was not at all like a valet, held the tea and nodded without hesitation.

……

Then you are great, I am so glad that you still remember to get up early to guard the castle tower.

Then drink tea.

"The sun here is the best in the morning, hahaha."

"Then...Xiaohuwandian? I remember that today you are... Ma Dangfan?"

"Ji Jun said my coat color is beautiful."

Xiaohumaru smiled slightly, and picked up the comb from his side, also very calm and calm.

So you are defaulting to grooming yourself as your insider content? ? !

"Then—Ji Jun, are you up?"

"Hahaha, this..."

The old man with the crescent moon in his eyes held the tea leisurely, and leisurely blew on the erect tea stems floating on the surface of the tea.

# # #

The answer is obviously——

"It's cold, and it's common for young people to sleep too much. As an elder, you should be more tolerant. Oh, the tea stem has stood up." The old man looked at the teacup in surprise.

"Really, this is a good omen." Another cheerleader came up and followed with a look of surprise.

"Hahaha, is that so? It seems that something good is about to happen, very good."

The two blades looked at each other and laughed.

Just be happy...

So back to the previous question, did Ji Jun get up?

No.

And probably not even the slightest sense of sobriety.

"Ji Jun, get up."

"Ji Jun? Ji Jun? Ji Jun!"

Candlestick waited in front of the door and shouted a few times, knocked on the door tentatively, and waited for another 10 minutes, but there was no movement from inside, so he closed his eyes and raised his hand to Mama who knew what was going on inside.

"Shh-"

The construction of the whole Honmaru is the most traditional Japanese style. Because of the gender factor, after becoming independent at the age of 13, the dormitory and office of the gods are separated from the residence of Touken. Court.

Climb upstairs and open the wooden sliding door to let the first light of the day into the house.

This room is not considered a formal bedroom, but more accurately, it is an office study room. The innermost side is full of books on a wall of bookshelves as high as the ceiling, and the desk is filled with stacked documents, while the other side is for rush work A place to rest/lazy.

The "sleep" who was lying flat on the tatami mat with a very standard posture and showing a face, the moment the sliding door opened——

The two hands first raised the quilt, lifted the head lightly to hold down the corner of the quilt, and the left and right hands stroked a quarter of the way down to grab the sides, and then the whole body exerted force, twisting and rolling, probably at the speed of learning Shunbu .

Magically rolled into [silkworm chrysalis] in the blink of an eye.

Cover the head and tail, add a closure, and bury the head tightly, as if this can prevent all opportunities to come into contact with the external environment such as light, cold air, and alarm clock sounds that disturb people's sleep.

The movements are fast and very skilled, obviously in a dream, but the skills are still vigorous.

No wonder, now is the perfect weather for (early) hibernation.

It takes perseverance to get up from the magic of the quilt, the warm quilt, the fluffy pillow, the fragrance of flowers and sunshine.

And she was "wrapped" tightly in it, completely "unable" to move.

In human terms, she has already been sealed, sealed, by the quilt.

Inoue Shiori firmly buried herself in the quilt, even every strand of her flowing and warm orange hair was tightly locked in the quilt, not revealing half of it.

Then--

Play dead.

Play dead.

Keep playing dead.

You can never wake up a person who is trying to pretend to be asleep.

Substituting the current situation is never waking up a girl who is trying to stay in bed.

To quote again——

As long as I'm thick-skinned, Mi Jiang won't be able to pull me out of bed.

After about 10 minutes of silence in the atmosphere, [Silkworm Chrysalis] remained motionless under the sight of death.

"Shiori, get up, get up, and get up."

With blue veins popping out of Candlestick Che's smiling face, he stood beside the bed with his hips akimbo.

"Well……"

Probably because I felt the pressure from the outside world that even the name has changed, or because I held my breath for a long time, the quilt dumpling moved for the sake of face, and revealed it from the inside in a somewhat blurred and lazy way...

Newly painted Kodan's nails.

"Mi sauce?"

The woman pulled a corner of the quilt slowly, and pulled it down parallel, revealing a face that was flushed from the sweltering heat... a small part of the upper cheek.

The nose, in fact almost below the eyes, continued to be buried under the covers.

"Well?"

The warm orange long hair was scattered on the pillow in fine pieces and scattered on the back, and the bangs and dull hair were also frizzy because of the rolling just now.

His eyes were half-opened in a daze, and he yelled vaguely.

After a few seconds of panning to fully expose the face to the neck, it seemed to be affected by the cold air outside, and the corner that was opened at the beginning began to move smaller and smaller, and began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye...

It is similar to the fast and even device in the game of breaking through levels, which is always based on tricking people into the water.

"Last night, Qing Wenshu stayed up until two o'clock. I was so sleepy that I made up sleep until noon for dinner. I want to eat the warm sukiyaki made by Gexian, the soufflé made by Mijiang, and the strawberry Daifuku made by Xiaodou ..."

While muttering, as if she had found an excellent and proper excuse for staying in bed, she gave up pulling the quilt, and simply flipped it over boldly, blocking all the unsightly sunlight behind her, lying on her side and hugging the quilt beside her. The cat doll, buried his face in it, and tightened the blanket again.

"Mi sauce is the best, I like you the most... Huhu."

Before continuing the meeting with Zhou, the inquisitor did not forget to fart a rainbow, and then his breathing calmed down again.

# # #

There is really nothing to do with her.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong unconsciously showed a mother-like and kind smile on his face.

If you have nothing to do, you will definitely be coaxed by this sweet sugar-coated cannonball. If you stay up all night, you don’t know if it’s your family who is really working hard. She is a petite expert. Honmaru is really favored by the group.

But today.

"No, you still have work today, so you can't be late."

The candlestick unwaveringly grabbed the quilt that was rolled back again, grabbed a corner, and used some strength to control the strength.

"Work... work? I stayed up all night yesterday to finish my paperwork. Even if I want to go to the battlefield, I have to let my general recharge his batteries..."

The "Quilt Monster" relentlessly defended his territory, holding on to the corner of his quilt relentlessly, squinting his eyes and tug-of-war with the "Bad Blade" who was grabbing the quilt on the opposite side.

Just listening to the sound is already a little uncomfortable.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the government of time and the god judges, the time retrograde army is basically out of date now. As a top talent in the martial arts department, Shiori will more or less go to the battlefield, but he has not been there recently. .

Even the sword man's missions are reduced, and there are more daily writing, patrolling, expedition, and outing trips for the elderly, and the less important paperwork that is not timely is also piled up due to lazy cancer attacks.

To put it simply, the entire Honmaru is in a semi-retired state, and as the general of Honmaru, Inoue Shiori naturally became decadent (crossed out) "glory support".

Inoue Shiori, who basically completed the task of "saving the world" as a limited period for ordinary Japanese middle school students, graduated from university without any resistance by relying on her perfect resume and the excellent mind inherited from her parents.

After obtaining some necessary and unnecessary certificates in this world, I continued to return to Honmaru to work (salted fish) with a (high) salary. It is called a freelance job, and I lived a happy life.

"It's not that, what Foxnosuke said yesterday, I hope Ji Jun will return to the present world, and specifically let Ji Jun go to the current affairs headquarters."

Honmaru Mama, who knew that her little girl had waking gas and hypoglycemia, explained it nicely.

"Ah, I have a little impression..."

Her sleepy mind was finally no longer just a decoration after being tortured by her own blade. The words of Shizheng were not clear, and she didn't give any cause and effect. Suddenly, she was caught off guard, and she didn't take it to heart at all.

Shiori turned over again, this time her tone was a little more sober, however.

Does this have anything to do with her?

"I don't want to go."

"Foxosuke asked me to remind Ji Jun, please visit the headquarters in one hour."

"No...not going!"

what……

Although it shouldn't be a problem if you don't go, it will be troublesome if your boss talks about it.

He obviously took away so much fried tofu from her, and Hu Zhisuke couldn't help to push away such a trivial matter. Next time, he will deduct his fried tofu as an extra meal and leave it to Xiaohuwan and the little fox of the little uncle's house.

Speaking of which, there is also a fox in Baishan that is said to be a communicator (crossed out).

She yawned, her muddled thoughts diverged——

There's still an hour anyway.

An unconscious mind can't turn a corner. It can only hear the one-hour time limit, cut half of it in an instant, and continue to stay in bed.

"Then sleep for another half hour..."

This time, she stretched out her entire arm generously from under the quilt, and the loose light blue short-sleeved nightdress fell to her shoulders under the action of gravity, slender and straight.

Further up is the "three" gesture, which is like a green onion root, straight and strong, and compared with the newly made warm-colored nails, the skin looks dazzlingly white.

"No, 15 minutes at most."

Candlestick cut stands firm.

"Stingy, fifteen is fifteen."

Shiori grumbled, curled her lips, closed her half-closed eyes again, and pulled down the brocade quilt embroidered with camellias by hand, ignoring people any more.

He knew it.

The candle holder who specially came to call someone an hour in advance should not rush, put away the reviewed materials on the desk, and picked up the cat ears and gold-rimmed glasses on the table.

The clothes were in her hand, the glasses were folded on top of the clothes, and there was a handful of fruit candies, and she was waiting on the armchair in front of the desk with a stopwatch.

The movements are also swift and skilled.

This kind of thing can only be handed over to the candlestick to cut the most reliable.

Simply enumerating, changing Hasebe will definitely not be able to pull anyone, maybe he can "press and cut" the existence that disturbs the lord's sleep together, Maeda Hirano and Imaken's short knives are not deterrent, and the tortoise shell... Uh, Generally, Honmaru defaults to not letting Kikko Senko Village Zheng and other unscrupulous swords enter Ji-kun's room.

15 minutes later……

"Good morning, Guangzhong."

Shiori Inoue, who picked up the flat glasses beside the pillow, propped up her body, raised her hand to straighten the long hair on the top of her head, her warm eyes were blocked by the glasses, and there was a small light blue color under her left eye. Liuhua birthmark, the tone of voice also calmed down.

Use the glasses switch to forcibly turn on the working state.

Sanriyuedian gave this pair of glasses at the beginning, probably to let the little girl who is in a continuous workaholic state relax in her daily life, I never thought about it.

Now it is actually being used in such low-level businesses as [Wake up].

"I'm awake, you go out first."

"Yes."

After bowing and cutting the candlestick at the door, he exited the room kindly.

Finally, he woke up the lord who was lying in bed within the stipulated time.

He withdrew and went to the corner of the corridor to watch silently.

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