A broken waist warning from a god judge

In the other world, Yun Jin didn't know anything about the commotion happening in Honmaru.

"Aww", eating the hamburger made by Nana's mother, Yunjin slowly realized the delicacy other than gem cuisine.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada has worked hard for so long without success, and he will be very sad if he can't get a delicious compliment from the judge.

California Qingguang thought about this, and stuffed a big mouthful of it himself. The ingredients used in the dishes are very common. The only thing that is special is that the food has a taste of home, which adds a special feeling to the ordinary delicious food. .

"Don't worry, I'll make more, and I can add another piece after I finish eating."

The patronage of the diners is what every chef wants to see. Nana Sawada, who has long been accustomed to her craft, smiles with little flowers floating around her, and her caring eyes fall on Yunjin and Qingguang. Let the two of them, especially the latter, feel extremely shy.

As Fusangshen, they rarely come into contact with such soft feelings.

For a man, it’s fine to blow it off after being injured, how can you wrap it in gauze gently and softly, and blow it off to say that the pain will fly away.

"Then after dinner, Ah Gang will continue to tidy up the house. If I'm talking, I'll help Xiao Yunjin tidy up the guest room."

Sawada Nana told her son: "I've already asked for leave for you at school, saying that relatives are here and need A Gang to help, but I have to go to school on time tomorrow."

She wiped away the last trace of uneasiness in Zetian Tsunayoshi's heart, smiled gratefully at his mother, and he also ate the food on the plate.

That's right, it's more delicious than the ones I ate before, and my mother's craftsmanship is good.

While talking, Yunjin had already finished the first piece of hamburger meat, she rubbed her stomach, and politely expressed that she wanted to eat the second piece.

Nana's mother was waiting for these words, and without a word, she brought out the pan from the kitchen. The hamburger meat that had been stuffy for a while was a little less hot than when it was just out of the pan, but the juice was richer. In an instant, the gravy inside dripped onto the plate.

Tsunayoshi Sawada accepted his tragic fate with a groan as he ate the last piece of the California Kiyomitsu Kiti pot.

But there was still a smile on his lips. It had been a long time since he had felt the relaxed atmosphere that made him laugh involuntarily.

After the meal, Yunjin helped bring the dishes to the kitchen, but Nana's mother refused to let her wash the dishes, so the little girl walked up and down behind her, it didn't matter if she didn't understand, as long as she could hear It is very satisfying for the other party to speak in that warm voice.

And Qingguang, who went to clean up his room with Zetian, looked quite dissatisfied with his hands on his hips.

"Are you an idiot? How can the wardrobe be stuffed like this."

The closet door that was closed by brute force was in jeopardy, and the naked eye could see that the thing was being disintegrated at a slow speed.

He has a handsome young face. Anyone who sees California Qingguang thinks that he is like a child who has been pampered. He has a spoiled personality that can't lift any heavy objects. In fact, he is unexpectedly down-to-earth.

"People like you won't have girlfriends when they grow up."

After teaching the other party a lesson, Qingguang kicked Zetian and motioned him to find something to lay in front of the closet: "I'm about to open the closet door, what should I do if my clothes fall on the floor and get dusty?"

"It must be opened."

Cold sweat rolled down Zetian's head: "Maybe it won't be able to be plugged back in after it's opened, I finally closed it..."

"I'll help you stuff it, okay?"

Swinging his fist, Kiyomitsu threatened the opponent with force.Zetian shook his whole body, pulled off the blanket on the bed, and laid it on the spot Qingguang had designated.

Are you stupid?In this way, the blanket will not be stained with dust.

He pursed his lips, and passed by the cabinet door like a bolt of lightning, the door panel under great pressure slammed to both sides, and the random pile of clothes inside fell like a mountain, making Qing Guang stunned for a moment .

"You are a talent."

Sincerely praised Zetian, Qingguang really admired how this man forced clothes that couldn't fit at first glance into this small wardrobe.

"Ha, haha, as long as there is a dream, anyone is great?"

"...you're still talking witty things there, hurry up and help me, and fold clothes like me!"

After yelling at the other party, Qingguang shook off the rag-like T-shirt at his feet and looked at it, surprised by the childish pattern on it.

"My mother insisted on buying it for me."

Zetian is also full of bitterness. He has long passed the age of dreaming of becoming a giant robot, but in the eyes of his mother, he is still the child who walks crookedly and will fall if he is not careful.

After complaining many times, the clothes he bought were still in the same style. Zetian was depressed and had no choice but to stuff the clothes deep into the cabinet, pretending that the other party did not exist.

"I'll just say that you have pretty features. Why are you so unique in aesthetics? It turns out that it's all about your mother's care."

Patting the other person on the shoulder, Qing Guang pointed to the hill: "Pick out all the clothes you can accept first, and put the rest in the corner, and throw them away when you can't wear them anymore."

"fair enough."

Picking out the type that is simple and comfortable to wear, Zetian secretly glanced at Qingguang Qingguang from the corner of his eye. This guy folds clothes extremely fast, and instead of stacking them into cubes, they roll them into tubes of similar size. There are neat rows inside.

"It's getting slower and slower."

Qingguang gave Zetian a supercilious look: "See how it's stacked, it can save a lot of space, if you can't even learn this, then kill yourself by harakiri."

"Yes."

Zetian responded loudly.

He was a little clumsy at the beginning, and California Qingguang disliked him, but he also taught him how to do it.

This is not a stupid kid.

When teaching, Qingguang also observed the other party with his own eyes and made judgments.

He seemed to be able to see what to do next, but his hands couldn't keep up with the speed of his eyes, and the confusion between the two made him even more confused about what to do.

"Don't worry, it's just a matter of folding clothes."

He patted the other party's shoulder rudely, and California Qingguang signaled Zetian not to be nervous: "You look so strange."

"What's weird?"

Zetian, who became more and more fluent, felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

As Qingguang discovered, he is not stupid, but some kind of existence limits his reaction, and he needs to read something that ordinary people can understand once, three times before his body's reaction can catch up with his consciousness.

It's just that most people don't give Zetian time to get used to it. After failing to keep up with it once, they feel that Zetian's reaction is slow and stupid, and they laugh at him as a waste.

Simple things require more time, and those things that require complex operations or on-the-spot reactions are a nightmare for Zetian.

There was a voice in my head shouting to move quickly, but my body was too slow to keep up with the rhythm.

As time passed, even Zetian himself wondered if there was something wrong with him, if he was too stupid, too stupid to compare with other children.

"I can't tell. Anyway, I think you can do a good job. Maybe the judge will know the reason after reading it."

"It's just a good job of folding clothes, that's all."

A little embarrassed scratched his cheek, Zetian, who was praised for trivial things, smiled very shyly: "I can't do anything else. In the exam, I failed several times. It's useless no matter how much I study."

"Learn..."

Qing Guang also fell into deep thought: "I don't really understand this, but I think you may have to learn differently from ordinary people."

"Ok?"

The other party said something that he couldn't understand for a while, Zetian shook his head and simply ignored it.He pointed to the bed and asked Qing Guang if he would change a bed sheet for him.

"I remember that my mother washed it before and put it here."

"Wait a minute, what are you doing changing the sheets?"

"You sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor."

Zetian said it as a matter of course: "I'll go and bring the cushion over, and if I put another quilt on it, I can rest."

"There is no reason for the master to sleep on the floor, you, sleep on the bed for me."

Kiyomitsu, who is essentially a considerate boy, pulled and tossed, causing Zetian to sit on the edge of the bed involuntarily.

"but……"

He also wanted to argue.

"To shut up."

Qingguang stood and looked down at Zetian: "You are really strange."

What's the matter with this inexplicable inferiority complex? He's not some kind of evil spirit. Do you want to treat him with the same attitude as you would treat a superior?

"Is it weird?" Zetian shrank his shoulders, "You are the first person to describe me like this, others like to call me a piece of shit, um...of course I am indeed a piece of shit. "

"Oh, there are still people who like to call me a sissy, but in the end I draw them into a star in the sky."

Qing Guang said nonchalantly: "Boys who wear nail polish are disgusting, and those who wear high heels are motherfuckers. They can only attack me with words, and they can't do anything else."

"The more the outside world slanders, the more I want to live my own life and leave all their rubbish behind."

"Ok?"

"Don't you understand?" Qingguang pulled Zetian's cheeks, pulling the two pieces of soft flesh to the side, "I want to live like a human being, and suppress all the voices mocking you."

"It's not something that can be done just by talking about it."

With his face pulled, Zetian's words were blurred, and his eyes were also blurred.

It was just a random bowl of chicken soup, why did I want to cry, it must be because dust got into my eyes when I folded the clothes just now.

"Brother Gang, Qingguang..."

Yun Jin stood at the door of the bedroom with a plate in her hand: "Sorry for disturbing you."

She backed away at the speed of light, without giving Qing Guang time to explain.

"Ah, it's all because of you, and I was misunderstood by the god judge again!"

He really wanted to beat Zetian away, but the opponent was an ordinary person, and his punch would either kill him or injure him, so Qingguang had to restrain himself.

"So why are you pinching my face?"

Zetian covered his reddened cheeks and complained: "It hurts, okay? It's all swollen! Which planet are you a monster with such great strength!"

"No matter how strong you are, you can't compare to a god judge."

Qing Guang whispered: "Then you sit down, I will go to the judge and ask her if she has any ointment or something like that."

How can I forget this thing.

He also complained to himself.

But there is no fusangshen, you have to bring the ointment with you when you brush a horse.

Yun Jin, who left with a plate, sat back in the living room, and Nana's mother was helping her clean up the guest room, and took out the snacks from the refrigerator before she went, and asked her to eat with her two brothers upstairs.

These simple words can be clicked out with your fingers, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand them.

Yun Jin did as he did, but he never imagined that during the time he was cleaning up the house, the relationship between his subordinates and brother A Gang became so good. If she went back later, would California Qingguang be so heartbroken that his guts would die? broken.

"My lord, why is your expression so serious?"

Qingguang Qingguang's little heart was beating wildly: "What you saw just now is definitely not what you imagined. The relationship between me and Zetian is very normal, very normal. Do you understand that he is just like a colleague in Honmaru. There is nothing wrong with him. A special place for me."

Yun Jin nodded.

I understand, I understand everything, you don't need to explain.

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Qingguang: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh listen to my explanation, god judge!

Yun Jin: I understand everything without saying anything.

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