[Comprehensive] sense of existence

Fortunately, only one egg was scrapped.

He took a shovel and scooped up the waste eggs stuck to the bottom of the pot, threw them all into the trash can, and complained while cleaning the pot: "It's all your fault for wasting a good egg."

A little bit of tomato juice was still splashed on Charles' shirt. He wiped his clothes with a paper towel with his eyes downcast, without raising his head, "I already have a preliminary understanding of your cooking level."

Arale: "..."

She quibbled hard: "That's because there is no room for sandwiches. Give me a big lobster, and I can make 56 dishes without heavy samples."

"Okay." Charles said relaxedly, "I will mail you a box tomorrow."

Forget that this is also a big chaebol who is not short of money. Talking about eating lobster is just a joke, but the most terrifying thing is that he can really do it.

Alale restrained himself a little, but only a little, "Fried, boiled, fried, there can be no more four dishes."

Charles was amused by her, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were curved into a nice arc, and his smile seemed to warm the room.

Infected by his smile, Arale also pursed her lips in foolish joy, lowered her head and started frying eggs again.

It seemed that the little professor's abnormality she had noticed before was a hallucination.

This time Charles was not going to stay in the kitchen anymore. He looked around the small but well-equipped one-person apartment, moved his fingers, and drove towards the toilet.

Hearing the movement, she raised her head and looked up. After frying an egg smoothly, Alale asked loudly, "Oh! Professor, do you really need my help? I'm very strong!"

Her answer was the slamming of the door.

Don't you really need help?Arale wiped her hands with a rag, muttering to herself.

There was no sound of falling in the toilet, which was not very soundproof.Arale tilted her head, she stopped worrying, and took out her cell phone, which she hadn't opened since just now.

After the station ended, she replied to all the guys she texted to "challenge."

Going back to the last Deadpool’s text message, Charles suddenly appeared on the radio station, and Arale cleared all the content that hurt him, and said directly [Charles has come to TAT], and then panickedly stuffed the phone into his pocket Here, and then... just forget about it.

Now as soon as it is turned on, a series of reactions pop up on the screen.

[Baby, cheap, little cheap: Whoops, can you kill me so late? 】

[Small and cheap, little and cheap: I can help you collect the corpse, but the premise is that you give me all your belongings. 】

[Cheeky, cheap, little cheap: I met Wolverine who just came back when I was getting a beer, why didn't Charles come back with him? 】

[Small, cheap, little cheap: No way?really dead?What about people? ? ? 】

【Cheely, little, little: ... You and Charles won't be...  …  

Then there is no more text.

From the number of his decimal points, Arale can feel that his inner drama is estimated to have soared to 240 miles.

She replied quite modestly.

[The beautiful girl with the tablecloth: You can't die, don't even think about inheritance. 】

I don't know if Deadpool is playing with his mobile phone, but he replied very quickly,

[Girls, sluts, little sluts: I can't die... Desire. Immortal. Desire. Die. 】

Arale: ...

The meaning of this word is very profound.

Her fingers kept pressing the keys.

[Beautiful girl with tablecloth: Can you speak human language? 】

[Small, cheap, little cheap: Yes, I'm afraid you don't understand. 】

[Beautiful girl with tablecloth: Goodbye with a smiling face. 】

[Small, cheap, little cheap: Don't, don't, let me ask you one last question. I went to see it. Charles is not in the room. Where did he go? ! 】

Arale, who was about to put down her phone, saw this sentence, showed a mysterious smile, and replied calmly.

【Tablecloth Girl: My Home :)】

[Bitch, cheap, little cheap:! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Throwing down the blockbuster, Arale hummed and began to cut the ham.

After a while, the screen of her phone turned on again.

[Baby, cheap, little cheap: tonight is an opportunity, if you can't catch it, don't be a woman! 】

Arale: ...

Since the failure to seduce the professor last time, it was the first time that Deadpool brought up this matter again.Apparently he had forgotten that he refused to do such a thing as an idiot assist a few days ago, and at the risk of being an idiot, he replied this sentence, obviously from the perspective of a man (?) The subtleties of the two dogs and girls.

It's just that Arale doesn't have mind reading skills, and doesn't know the twists and turns in Deadpool's head.It's just that these words made her heart jump inexplicably, and she felt the same way when she asked him to stay overnight.

She paused, and her fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long time, not thinking about what to answer.

At this time, Deadpool seemed to have done his last remaining power and said a word.

[Small, cheap, little cheap: By the way, help me check if my reasoning is correct. 】

What reasoning?Arale was fascinated for a while, and then the light bulb in her mind lit up instantly.

[Beautiful girl with tablecloth: You can't clean it even if you rub it hard with cleaning powder, forget about it! 】

Home run the first time, when they two cum on the brain? !

While Arale was texting, Charles went into the toilet, not as anxious as she thought.He remained silent for a while, his eyes fell on the cute toilet seat with the puppy's feet, and after looking for a long time, he took out a needle from his jacket pocket with his fingers.

There was an unknown liquid in the needle, and Charles knew exactly what it was.

Hank helped him make a potion that could restore normal people to walk upright, at the cost of losing his ability as a mutant.

He used this injection once during a period of unacceptable negative times after being paralyzed, abandoning X Academy and the students who could have come to the Academy to accept asylum.Later, he decided that he would never use this kind of thing again, but Hank forcefully stuffed it into his pocket so that he could keep it with him in case of emergencies.

The legs and feet are inconvenient, and there are many unexpected sudden empties. He controls himself not to think about the dangers he may face, but he does not refuse Hank's kindness. Even if he decides not to use it again, he will always carry it with him.

just today...

Charles held the tube of injection with a dazed look.

He didn't know where his selfishness towards Ala Lei came from, nor did he know what he wanted to do.

He only knew that in front of her, he would suddenly be very concerned about such unspeakable things, but he didn't want to expose his embarrassment to her.Charles can control, restrain, and hide his feelings very well, but he can't control his little selfishness. He wants to be able to show his perfect side like a normal person, not just a disabled person who needs to be taken care of by others people.

The amount of medicine is very small, and it can only last for twelve hours, so, it should, it doesn't matter.

……

When Charles came out, Arale looked at him from a distance, and met his seemingly relaxed eyes, and curled up the corners of his lips wretchedly.

"I thought you fell into the toilet, and I was about to break into the door to get you." She looked at the time on her phone, "You've been squatting in the toilet for a long time, but it still hasn't broken my record."

Charles was not overwhelmed by such words. He moved his nose and smelled the fragrant ham sausage. He nodded and commented, "It's okay this time."

"That is, without your eyes that earnestly want the warmth of the family, I would not shake my hands when I cook." She put the sandwiches that had been cut into triangles on the coffee table, and turned one of the pieces she made with all her heart in his direction .

Waving his hand, "No poison, hurry up, have you washed your hands?

"Washed." He paused, and drove the wheelchair forward.

After the slices of bread fried with butter are removed, there is a small sun-like egg sandwiched with delicious ham sausage, red tomatoes and green lettuce leaves as decorations, which makes people's index fingers move from the image.Alalei, who usually lives alone, can’t make such exquisite dishes. When she doesn’t want to cook, she just eats dry bread. This time is a rare virtuous one. Looking at Charles' reaction, waiting for him to chew slowly, her eyes were almost glued to his mouth.

Just like that, she pretended not to care, changed her sitting position, and said a statement very casually, "It's delicious!"

Charles took another bite, revealing a sandwich full of sausages inside. His eyes glanced at the normal thickness of other sandwiches, and he raised his eyebrows: "I made it specially for me?"

Alale lied without batting an eyelid, "I bought too much, I can't eat, these are leftovers."

Charles didn't speak, took another bite and nodded: "It's delicious."

Alale immediately beamed, and ate up her own piece very beautifully.It was a nice misunderstanding that she didn't tell Charles that her own sandwich had a lot of ham, too.

After eating and drinking, it was almost four o'clock.

Arale is still very energetic,

However, she took care of the professor whose biological clock was different from hers, so she yawned and complained that she was sleepy.

Usually she loves to lie on the sofa and watch TV, but Alale, who is unconscious, is not attached to her bed too much. She hugged the quilt and threw it on the sofa.

"You go to bed." Charles seemed to know what she was thinking, he paused, his voice was calm, "The bed is too high, it's not convenient for me to move."

"..." This is embarrassing.Arale didn't expect this, and hurriedly hugged her back, wondering if the height of the bed should be right as she walked.But seeing the professor said so, she can only listen to it if she is inexperienced.

Helping him to lie down on the sofa is also a technical job.

Arale stood in front of Charles, swaying and changing several postures, such as hugging the head, hugging the waist, and even a princess hug. In the end, she didn't even know where to put her hands.

Seeing her gesticulating with hands that had nowhere to rest in front of him but seemed unable to do so, Charles slowly opened his arms.

Ala Lei:? ? ?

Charles: "... Just hug me to the sofa."

"Oh." She hurriedly bent down facing each other and stretched out her hands.

then……

Isn't that a hug?

She had already wrapped her arms around Charles' back before she realized it, and it seemed even more awkward to shrink back.

It was the first time we were so close to each other face to face, I could touch his cheek with a slight tilt of my head, and there was a faint smell of sunshine on my body, it was warm, and I had an urge to be hugged.As long as you lean forward, you can hug yourself.Ala Lei's heart was beating non-stop, and her mind was full of Xiao Jianjian's words "opportunity, opportunity, opportunity, opportunity". Fortunately, she still had the last sliver of reason and kept a polite distance.

Try to move him from the wheelchair to the couch.

Arale, who couldn't lift her hands or resist, really used her strength this time. She hugged Charles tightly and let him move to the sofa.It's just that Alalei, who couldn't understand this hug, was a little out of breath, "Are you sure this is the easiest position?"

"For you." Charles exerted a dark force in his hand, so that Arale could hold it with strength, "Others can do it with one hand."

In fact, this posture is not necessary at all, as long as he can move there by himself.

Arale: "..."

"It really disappoints you, I don't have Hank's strength."

Carefully moved him to the sofa, and after his butt landed on the ground, Arale breathed a sigh of relief, and he would be suspected if he hugged him again, so he let go of his hand reluctantly.

Before he could straighten up, his backward foot was caught by the pedal of the wheelchair, and his bare ankle slammed into it hard.

Before Charles could recover, a soft body crashed into his arms, he couldn't stabilize his body, and fell down on the sofa according to the force of the impact.

When he came back to his senses, there was a fluffy head in his arms.

The author has something to say:-

small theater:

Ala Lei: Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity!

Charles: Chance chance chance!

All the little angels: opportunity opportunity opportunity! ! ! ! ! !

Say I'm cowardly, hum, wait, I'll show you cowardly!