I am straight!

It is the consequence of stuffing it into the washing machine in a mess.I watched with relish, until he clenched the veins on his forehead as if he was going to tear the poor clothes and pants apart in a second, and I stopped him aloud.

"Hey! Shall I help?"

"I don't need you!!!" Claude angrily glared at me angrily, probably because he felt ashamed and pulled up the shirt in his hand more vigorously.

Well, I'm too lazy to do much anyway.

I glanced sympathetically at the shirt in Claude's hand.

Claude pulled it tighter and tighter, and couldn't pull it apart any more. He was so angry that he left the clothes and pants in his hand on the ground, and stomped a few times - I felt more and more sympathetic to his shirt.

But I guess it was out of frustration, I accidentally didn't control the direction and strength, and I accidentally stepped on the moss on the edge of the pool...

So I watched Claude slump backwards and sat in the koi pond full of water in the yard, dumbfounded.

The koi in the pond were frightened and swam away in all directions. Only one of them, red as fireworks, was still floating on the water, fixed there staring dazedly.

Claude was also stunned by this change, staring blankly at the koi in front of him in a daze - the man and the fish looked at each other surprisingly harmoniously.

That stupid koi opened its mouth and was bubbling. Its black, bean-like eyes were dark and dull. It didn't even know how to move its tail. It just looked at Claude blankly.

Claude, on the other hand, looked dazed and couldn't help himself. His red hair was wet with water, and his originally arrogant hairstyle was now lying limply on his forehead. It actually looked a bit... ... Feeling dumbfounded!

This person and fish are so alike!Whether it's that stupidity or that stupidity!

After more than ten seconds, the fish suddenly came to its senses and hurriedly swung its tail, wobbled to the bottom of the water and leaned against the corner without moving—it was probably trembling.

Claude stood up from the pool full of anger, the flames in his eyes were almost boiling, stood for a long time, then glared at me, and returned to the room with a gloomy expression.

There were too many emotions in his look.

After a simple calculation, there are seven or eight kinds of negative emotions such as 'warning, panic, shyness, embarrassment...'—this child is so cute, with such rich expressions...

I burst out laughing again.

Then he packed up the shirt and other clothes he threw on the ground, slowly untied them, and brought them back to the house.

Okay, okay, you don’t know how to wash and dry clothes, so I’ll wash them and I’ll dry them, can’t you? Anyway, they all use washing machines—but then again, it’s late in the evening, so why do you wash clothes? Is it good to wash it in the morning?

I sighed, and in the end I washed it off and dried it for him, hung it on the corridor, waited for the night wind to dry, and returned it to him the next morning.

Bell has probably returned to his dormitory, isn't Ann, Elliot is not, not even that dead face Xavier Lambourn who has a clean freak is not there - everyone seems to have gone out at the same time, except Claude.

I looked at the things in my hand with slight regret.

Well, I also want to give the key chain of this music score to Ann and say...Ann will definitely like it...Forget it, I will give it to him when he comes back.

Thinking so, I stuffed the keychain back into my pocket, went to the kitchen to make dinner, and looked forward to Ann's return by the way.

The author has something to say: ………… That fish is so stupid and cute, isn’t it! ! !

Roll, I really want to have a pet like this, it must be super cute!

36. Speech...

When I was halfway through the kitchen, I heard the sound of someone opening the door.

I hurriedly wiped my hands on the apron I was wearing and looked out of the kitchen—it was Ann.

"Welcome back!"

An froze for a moment, then nodded, and answered after a while: "...I'm back."

"Go wash your hands, change into some light clothes before you come out," I pointed to his school uniform, "It's time to eat."

"En," he nodded, and then suddenly said, "I'm going to find the dean of the academy today."

"Dean?" I was puzzled, turned around and continued to cut the beef.

"Because there are some small things to do, but after the dean heard that I lived with you, he ordered me."

"Excuse me? Tell me what?"

"...the freshmen's speech at the opening ceremony - I'm the chief, you are the special seat, you have to go on stage, you forgot." His last four words were not doubts, but affirmations.

…………over!Complete!forget!remember!up!

I thought about it when Elliot told me about it, but I forgot it in a blink of an eye!

I gritted my teeth, thinking about the speech the day after tomorrow, and continued chopping on the chopping board with the kitchen knife in my hand.

I was put on it as a negative teaching material—after all, why am I a negative teaching material?

... Can you not go?

I swallowed, wondering if I could get away with pretending to be sick.

Anyway, I don't need anything... just say I have diarrhea.

...But Elliot won't believe it.

What if he insists on asking me to go on stage? !

... What should I say when I'm on stage? Hey!

Could it be that he said that his unlucky incidents from childhood to adulthood are used to motivate them! ?

I list it!no!Write your speech first! ! !

But but but but!My composition has always been the worst!

...I'm black lined.

What to do? What to do? What to do? !

Just as I was struggling, I suddenly heard someone behind me.

"Minor chord~ Could it be that we are eating dumplings today?"

It was Ai Lue's voice, vaguely expectant - it is estimated that this child really wants to eat dumplings.

I froze for a moment, and looked at the beef... stuffing in front of me.

"...No, let's drink meatball soup." I gritted my teeth.

"Drink the soup..." Elliot frowned dissatisfied.

"Hey! I'm really going to give a speech the day after tomorrow?"

"Well, you are one of the freshman representatives."

"Speaking of which, why did I appear on stage as a negative teaching material!"

"……puff!"

"You puff!" I was angry.

"I said...you really believed it? How could a school let negative representatives give speeches on stage? You came on stage as a sponsor of special students." Ai Lue smiled, and even his eyes twitched—it seemed very beautiful.

"Sponsoring special students?"

"Well, in the application report submitted by the professor, it says that you are a violin genius."

“……………………… When did I become a genius, why didn’t I know?!”

"Ma, anyway, if it comes, let it go," Ai Lue stretched out his hand to touch the back of my head: "With me, don't worry."

"...I'm only worried if I have you." I became more and more worried about the speech the day after tomorrow.

"...In short, leave it to me. I'll give you a speech later, and you can memorize it by heart."

"……real?"

"kindness."

"...Okay, let's eat dumplings this weekend." Making dumplings takes a lot of time, and I can't do it alone, so I have to ask them to accompany me to make dumplings—choose everyone's time slot.

I put the minced meat into a bowl, sprinkled salt and stirred it. Elliot was very happy to hear that I was going to make dumplings, so he hugged my waist while standing behind me, put his chin on my shoulder, warm Breathing in my cochlea: "You are so kind to me, minor chord~"

——A little itchy, more awkward.

I felt a little uncomfortable, and was about to tell him to stay away from me, but I heard Ann's voice.

"Chord, I'm uncomfortable." Ann stood by the kitchen door, touched her stomach, lowered her head, and couldn't see her expression clearly—it just seemed uncomfortable.

I froze for a moment, then quickly broke free from Ai Lue, and greeted him nervously: "What's the matter? Stomach pain?"

"...Well," Ann pursed her brightly colored lips, looked up at me, her delicate little face was a little gloomy: "I have a stomach problem."

"Stomach problem?" I wondered: "Do you have a stomach problem? Why did you suddenly get sick? Did you not eat today?"

"Only had breakfast."

really!

I hurriedly let An sit on the sofa, went to make a cup of warm milk, and handed it to An.

"Drink milk to cushion your stomach first, and I'll get stomach medicine."

"kindness……"

When I came out of the room, I saw the grumpy Elliot leaning against my door.

"What happened to you?"

"I also have a stomachache!" He was confident, and then he seemed to touch his stomach: "I want milk too!"

"Go soak yourself!" I glared at him: "Don't bully Ann all the time, you are older than him, you are an older brother, you have to take care of him! He is a bit introverted and stubborn, but he is actually very cute. After getting along for a long time, you will be happy." I will like him, okay?" At the end, my tone softened.

"...That kid is so cute..." Ai Lue snorted dissatisfiedly: "Only in front of you is a good baby."

"Don't provoke the relationship between me and An." I simply passed by him, as if he didn't exist.

He followed me, and suddenly called out my name: "chord..."

"kindness?"

"You really can't remember me?"

"Remember what?"

"...It's nothing." He seemed to be in a worse mood, and his brows were wrinkled.

"...Hey, I'll make you coffee later," I sighed and compromised: "I know you don't like milk."

But I didn't expect that just a word from me would make him happy—he squinted his eyes with a smile: "Little Chord, you really care about me, you know I hate milk~"

I squinted at him: "Yes, yes, I care about you, go wash your hands and prepare to eat."

"Obey, everything is at your command, Your Royal Highness the Princess."

I black line, kicked him before going to the living room to serve Ann to take medicine.

Ann's complexion was not good, which made me a little worried, but fortunately, Ann said that she would recover after taking the medicine, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

Go back to the kitchen and put the meatballs