The night is getting deeper.

It was almost midnight and the noisy shopping street showed signs of desertion.

The restaurant began to clean up the tables and chairs, and the food festival stalls outside were more or less prepared to withdraw the stalls.

The wind suddenly became strong late at night. The weather forecast said that there would be a sharp drop tonight. At this time, Maki Morita was standing at the door of Morita Noodle House. When the wind blew, he was trembling. He realized how severe the temperature dropped.

There were no customers, and she could finally go upstairs to find a scarf to prevent wind, but Morita Maki was about to step, and the clear conversation she passed by the store made her subconsciously pause.

Two men with breast-hanging camera reporters discussed excitedly.

"Tonight, Chef Summer's Christmas food festival pavilion is really popular. A truckload of red wine was sold out half an hour ago!"

"It's not just Chef Xia's pavilion. The business in this neighborhood is terrible. When the report comes out tomorrow, it will probably make the entire Japanese food industry look at it."

"I want to tell me that Chef Xia's price for snacks is too affordable. 500 yen per cup of hot red wine and a bag of roasted chestnuts, primary school students have purchasing power, so the scale of queues is so terrifying. Really, I would rather set a higher price, and it would be better to scare all other guests away. We can taste it freely. That's great!"

"Hey, stop dreaming. This is a holiday gift. I don't know when I will wait next time!"

It was not until the sound was far away that Maki Morita took another step.

Thumb!

With his steps in small boots, Maki Morita was inexplicably brisk. When he went to the boudoir and stood in front of the makeup mirror and put a scarf on himself, his eyes couldn't help but glance at a gift box on the dressing table.

The gift box was tied with a bow, and there was nothing unique inside. It was just a knitted scarf. Do you want to say the meaning? This was a band-aid that the girl knitted in the dormitory of the Pole Star Door, and she still had her fingers tied to her. She was accidentally stabbed by a wool needle when she was staying up late.

"Ding bee, ding bee, ding bee..."

Suddenly, the alarm clock sounded in the room, and Maki Morita sounded, and of course she would not forget the alarm clock she adjusted herself, and patted her forehead, "It's only 10 minutes away from twelve o'clock!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm so glad!"

With both hands clasped the claw machine, the girl talked to herself, cheering herself up, her face so firm.

Open the line software.

"Are you there?"

“…”

As soon as this message was sent, Maki Morita saw the historical news that had not been responded to before. From last night to late tonight, there seemed to be about seven or eight "Are you here" news. She stuck out her tongue, two cute red glows appeared on her cheeks, and whispered in shame and annoyance, stomping her feet, "A Yu is really, I haven't replied to me since yesterday, what are you doing!"

The girl vaguely realized that if she posted similar nonsense like "Is it here" again, she would probably not have the response she wanted.

I mustered up my courage again, my fingers were trembling, and I struggled to write a message:

"If you see it, please be sure to come to that place. You know, I have Christmas gifts for you!"

"I must come! I'll wait for you!"

Bang!

After locking the screen and unable to see the chat box, the sudden beating heart gradually returned to normal frequency. The girl held the phone and closed her eyes, opened her eyes, inhaled and exhaled. She repeated this and then calmed down after two or three minutes.

I found the gift bag and put the gift box. Of course, in addition to the towel, there were two boxes of Christmas snacks with her personal imprint of Maki Morita. One box was chocolate candies, and the other box was Christmas cake.

Carrying the bag, he went downstairs. The footsteps alarmed Morita's mother in the kitchen. She poked her head out to the girl who ran out of the house and shouted: "Maki, what are you doing?!"

The girl didn't answer, and moved a small cardboard box at the corner of the store. So she held everything in her left and right hands, and her figure disappeared in the strong wind on the shopping street.

...

Xia’s Christmas food festival stalls have been closed.

It is enough to deal with empty red wine bottles alone. The cooking pot and wok are going to be moved back to the backyard. It is worth mentioning that the snacks of the Yuchuan sisters and Zhu Qing tonight were also sold well and received great praise and sold out.

The customers in the store walked and scattered, and there was a car parked in the dark on the street outside.

The driver is a professional driver in a suit, quiet and silent.

In the back seat of the car, Alice, wearing a dress, bit her lips and fidgeted, lit up her phone screen from time to time, looked at the chat box that had no news, and gritted her teeth and scolded: "Pretending to be dead, pretending to be dead, asking you to be dead! You just don't reply to my message!"

He was so angry that he kicked the seat. The driver in the front seat looked straight ahead without looking sideways.

With anger trembling on his fingers, he knocked out another message:

Lecturer, do you want my Christmas gift? I'm right outside your door, come out soon!"

“The distance is within reach!”

It's just a bold statement that the style is perfectly consistent with the last night attack.

After sending the message, Alice turned her head and looked at the complete gift bag next to her. After confirming that nothing was going on, she let out a breath, showing a little nervous and hopeful look, "Will the lecturer come? I'm all at his doorstep, if I don't come..."

at the same time.

Outside the outskirts of Tokyo, Hakone.

In the forest, Chiyo Shrine, Nakirina held the vermilion railings with her hands, looking at the small town with lights like fireflies at the foot of the mountain, with a hint of lingering shame and anger.

I remembered the passing of waiting for him at the door for an afternoon but was defeated, bang!

He kicked the railing for a while, and after a while, his small breasts, which were quite large and undulating, became flat. Erina, expressionlessly unlocked the phone screen, and was still a familiar chat box interface.

The avatar of the chat subject is the ultimate advantage of the Sapporo event, which is better than the photo taken on the stage, with stars shining brightly.

He has a historical chat record that has a strong sense of déjà vu like Morita Maki.

Are you there?

Is it there?

Don't pretend to be dead, come out and make a sound.

The latest news was that Erina gave up waiting and took a special car to Hakone Chiyo Shrine to participate in the winter training class. She was angry and indifferent: "I threw the Christmas gift into the trash can, don't worry!"

After changing the place and mood, looking at this news, a ray of fluctuation appeared in Erina's eyes. Her fingers pointed at her to withdraw, but the words remained motionless. Her shoulders collapsed slightly and finally gave up.

What to do?

Erina frowned and bit her lips, constantly slapped the railing, feeling quite regretful. She was so angry that she really killed people. How could she tell the annoying guy that she put the Christmas gift somewhere and asked her to hand it over?

...

"call!"

Listening to the twelve o'clock midnight sound in the store, Xia Yu finally wiped his forehead with sweat after moving the stove, and showed a pure smile that thought he was: "Christmas Eve is over, am I considered a successful escape?"

Today was unexpectedly calm, so calm that it was unreasonable.

Tsk!

I have to secretly praise my wisdom and martial arts. These little girls have tender faces and dare not put gifts in person, so their mobile phones have become a channel for sending messages. So, Xia Yu had predictive yesterday, throwing the mobile phone at the bedside to charge it in advance, turning it off, and not carrying it with him.

What happened yesterday?

To be honest, I'm quite curious.

After 12 o'clock, on Christmas, Xia Yu finally calmly went upstairs and found his cell phone at the bedside.

The startup animation flashes.

Ding! Ding!

The message pops up in the push bar, which is indeed from the chat software.

But when I opened the software, I had a bunch of avatars in the front row, and the number of red unread messages I carried reminded, which made Xia Yu hiss and sniff, "Damn, this number is a bit bad!"
Chapter completed!