The girl suddenly said, "I heard that this kind of knee pillow will make the sad people feel more comfortable."

"...So, Chihara, you must be a rare role of a good wife and a good maternal character when you get married."

[An awkward personality, an iceberg beauty with an iceberg appearance, and a perfect family husband with a gentle heart!]

Looking at the big girl who wrote her heart on her face at this moment, his fist became hard again.

However, the boy's expression with troubles on his face gradually brought some undetectable little relaxation.

"……What's wrong?"

Mr. Chihara today allows this senior senior to experience his Yasashi, but the validity period is only three hours.

Zhudacai's head swayed slightly, and Qianhara's thighs felt warm and soft. She gently lifted away the hair that blocked her sight from looking at the TV screen. By chance, she encountered the boy's slender and clever hands, which made her feel a little unrealistic and dreamy.

"After that being said... this is the first time I have been a boy's knee pillow in my life."

Logically speaking, my heart should be pounding wildly, but now I just feel extremely calm.

Well, this must be related to the calm expression of the person who gave him his knees.

Well, it is not ruled out that this guy is completely different from a boy.

She is obviously the older person, but according to the landlord, she should have taken care of the child who was psychologically traumatized by herself, but now she becomes the one she is taken care of by him.

As for why the landlord was the legendary figure who was originally the agent of his own firm and later ran away to open a company?

Zhuda Cai Meow never thought about why it was such a coincidence.

"How is your wrist?" The girl touched the scar upwards.

"It's almost like applying some ointment to remove the scar."

I heard that this method cannot be killed before, but I didn’t expect it to be true.

The boy patted his leg and went to the senior's head, and it would be better to choose to change the topic.

"Is it the company's business?"

Qianyuan asked a soft question, and was really curious about what happened to this idol contestant recently.

"Well... should I say it has something to do with this thing or nothing to do with this thing?" The girl paused.

When I think about it carefully, she seems to be always upset about this debut image, and almost the general sorrow and depression in daily life also comes from this.

"If you feel tired, just exit." Chihara leaned back against the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

"It's so decisive and really has the style of Qianhara..."

Zhuda Caimao laughed silently, her mood, which was not so active, was also a little more lively, "Then please find me a job that can support me in Tokyo?"

Money, this kind of thing is the most annoying.

It costs 600 yen to take the subway in Tokyo once, not to mention that others go out to eat, drink and have fun with others.

Well, so interpersonal relationships are really troublesome.

From the day the circle was formed, we must work hard to maintain our relationship with other people in the circle at all times.

"Don't force yourself."

While she was still immersed in her thoughts, Chiahara seemed to have not noticed her daze and said this in a natural tone.

"If it's a barely force, it's meaningless to stay there."

The girl who felt a little strange about this blinked, "You said it so lightly, but your tone was so sad..."

Facing the girl's question, Qianhara just sighed lightly and shook her head.

"I think anyone who receives more than 50,000 intimidation letters cannot bear this pressure, right?"

"indeed……"

Zhuda Caimao, who was lying on her side, frowned, looking a little unhappy. Then she cut the TV back into the horror film, which was to express her dissatisfaction with Mr. Chihara.

"Hmm? Why?"

"I clearly promised me that I could learn to become a voice actor, but after joining the club, I would always be the job of an idol."

How to say it...it is indeed the style of a capitalist.

First use some dream words to trick you into it, and then use various marketing methods to package it, becoming a best-seller with a ten-year shelf life.

As a result, the image marketing has failed and has been backfired. A group of psychopaths send out some intimidation letters every day, 50,000 copies a year. According to this frequency, it is estimated that there will be 200,000 in four years.

What's wrong with this number of words? Even if you can't become a high-end traditional literary writer in Japan, you can still turn into a light novel author who can make you live in food and clothing by speed.

If you are lucky, you may be successfully animated by Kyoto Animation Company, and you can also get the title of "teacher" in the future. (This means that Kyoto often chooses some toilet paper animation from its own library)

“…How about calling the police?”

After thinking about it, Qianyuan gave this answer that was more secure and from his heart.

After all, the Japanese seem to attach great importance to celebrity accidents. They have a strong sense of shame and seem to be reluctant to be known to foreigners to such a shame, so they will deal with it at the speed of light.

As for ordinary people, it’s hard to say.

"Sorry, because of the former president's pillow business harassment scandal, my agent neither allows him to call the police nor wants to miss such a thing to the reporter." The girl said quietly.

The longer I stayed in that place, the more intense the feeling of "I don't seem to belong here".

"Then give up your business image and show your fans the most real self with ease."

“…The firm will not be willing to easily overturn the personal design and the corresponding plans that have been stipulated.”

“…Why try to run away?”

If this little girl might be really hurt if she stays there, it would be better to leave early.

"Why are you talking about such a serious matter so lightly?"

"Because I am the one who ran away!" The boy spoke in an extremely relaxed tone.

However, if Brother Hirata hadn't been drinking outside and occasionally helping him get a passerby, Mr. Chihara would have really gone to drink the northwest wind.

As Zhuda Caimao listened, she couldn't help but raise her head, twisted her body on the sofa, and changed to a comfortable position.

To be honest, I was a little moved.

Although it was a bit bad to leave Sakura Suzuin and the others without saying hello... But now there is no way to do it.

They really don’t like it there, so as long as they make this clear, they should be able to understand themselves.

Well, although Zhuda Caimiao doesn't like the firm that operates for the purpose of making money, she doesn't have any malicious intentions towards girls who are in it other than agents who pursue their dreams.

I am gentle and considerate in the morning, and treat everyone equally gentle and care. Although my brain circuit is gradually derailing, it is worth relying on.

Although Sakura has the same spoiled temper as a child, he is kind and straightforward. As long as he can sit down calmly and speak well, he is definitely not a arrogant and unreasonable person.

It’s just a pity that they joined the firm they want to quit now.

In this case, maybe it's all we have to say goodbye.

"You can meet even if you are not in the same company." The boy reminded.

"Chanhara, you are so keen..." The girl paused, "Can you read minds? Why did you know what I was thinking without saying it?"

"Well... it's all written on your face."

Unfortunately, Chihara is not the kind of person who is active in making friends and is very good at maintaining interpersonal relationships.

Make a similar example.

"Even if you are in the same school, as long as you have no common topics and no third-party intervention, for most people, the students in the same room may be more familiar with the latter compared to the silly netizens who have the same interests and topics."

They might start by saying something occasionally for the students, but in the end, they would definitely talk less and less. They might even be able to see each other while walking in the corridor, but in the end they just turned their faces as if nothing had happened and pretended not to see this level at all.

As for the sand sculpture netizens, it’s different. If you ask a little Setu, it will be lively...

"When needed, friends can occasionally get together privately."

Qianyuan persuaded and gave a reply in a solemn voice:

"After all, the one who can get together is the friend."

...

"Really, why do I have my dreams inexplicably..."

After coming to his senses, Zhu Da Caimao, who was lying on the sofa at home, had already opened her eyes.

"It's the familiar ceiling"

Same as I saw that day.

The girl who had just woken up yawned and rubbed her stomach that was whispering to protest.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and a younger brother had not called him to come over for dinner.

Very suspicious.

Although I didn't see a bicycle downstairs, this is not a doubt, because Yuan Bao often forgets it incorrectly. As a cost, he usually needs to spend a little money on travel expenses the next day and ride back.

But I will never forget to call Miss Cai Miao.
To be continued...