Tutoring is a painful thing.

Since I started taking cram schools in the second semester of my freshman year of high school, and deducting the time for weekend homework, the nominal weekends have actually collapsed into a hard 1.5 days off. I attach so much importance to Yui Mizukura.

For those who balance work and rest, this is undoubtedly bad news.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of spirit those hard-working Saburos who wanted to further squeeze their after-school life and go to cram schools to work hard and sacrifice their lives in fighting.

At least she couldn't do it.

Just like recharging a battery, this short day and a half of relaxation and leisure is indispensable to her in order to ensure that she is fully engaged during the school day.

Unfortunately, this half-day of leisure finally turned into the beginning of her nightmare when Zhuda Caimiao started the topic.

Little sister Mizukura Wei begged bitterly: "Senior, let me go, I don't want to watch anymore. Let's go to the cram school in the afternoon."

"Don't worry, it's just a highlight. There are only a few pages left."

Mr. Qianyuan patted the little sister's head on the sofa to remind her to focus.

"But you've said this several times. Besides, it's now beyond the syllabus for the second year of high school. My textbooks haven't even been distributed yet."

"Super, what is super? You have to learn it sooner or later. Don't you all have to take the exam in your senior year of high school? Mark out the key points in advance to avoid being confused in class later and not knowing what is important."

He still clearly remembered the time when he was most sleepy in the afternoon when he was in school. Even the handwriting on the books he remembered was crooked.

But seeing the unwillingness of the little girl in front of him, Mr. Qianyuan stopped forcing her. When she didn't want to learn, she couldn't get into it no matter how hard she pushed.

"Forget it!" She put the pencil in her hand into her transparent pencil case, "That's it. We'll talk about the rest later."

"The rest of the lesson will be taught wherever you go... Next time, remember to bring the test papers and I will summarize your mistakes for you." Mr. Qianyuan took a sip of boiled water like an old teacher.

"Senior, don't do it!" the girl kept wailing.

Yui Mizukura never thought that there would be a day when she would have to think about her studies even in the company. Putting aside other companies, the seniors at most were just lolita control people who were trying to climb the mountain in front of her. How could there be study control people here who were forced to study?

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On the other side, Zhuda Caimiao has finished watching last night's latest episode. She is now sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, a photography magazine spread out between her belly and thighs, and her toes in her socks are poking out restlessly.

stand up.

She chuckled twice and teased: "Mizukura-san, I told you before that Qianyuan-kun is a very strange person, right? I have warned you to be careful about this beautiful girl a long time ago. Now you are being targeted by him, so be careful in the future."

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"Let me explain to the younger generation in advance that someone's ambiguous statement is just to unilaterally discredit me."

"First of all, I swear that I have no biological thoughts about real women, because after all, no paper person is perfect." Mr. Qianyuan remained motionless and continued calmly, "I am just thinking about starting a tutoring project to make some money recently.

For extra money, let’s practice with Shuicang-san in advance to avoid getting used to it later.”

"By the way, little Shuicang classmate, is your cram school still short of teachers?"

Want to find a new job?

Zhuda Caimiao couldn't help but clapped her hands and asked: "You have worked a few jobs recently, and now you are thinking about starting a new job? Can you focus on doing your job as a voice actor with me, and love what you do?"

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It was obvious that someone was showing off the new role he had recently obtained.

"Then someone has to find me..." Mr. Qianyuan said with a sad face, "It's not that Hirata is hopeless and can't find good roles. He's just a passerby. He can't even go up the level of voice actors. Naturally, his wages are low, so he can't get any more roles.

Find a job to support expenses."

"There are also problems with Japanese law!" He slapped his thigh and yelled angrily, "On the day I turned eighteen, I went to Shinjuku to apply for a job as a cowherd, hoping to change my life and realize my dream of a life of big fish and meat.

As a result, they told me that Japanese law stipulates that one is considered an adult when he is twenty years old."

"The same goes for rental boyfriends. As soon as a handsome Tokyo guy like me logs onto the app interface, he will immediately be taken care of by a consortium lady with a net worth of hundreds of billions by pressing the number button for the rest of his life..."

At this point, he swallowed even more, so he sat quietly on the sofa, and it took a long time to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Ms. Caimiao was shocked by the whims of the person in front of her: "This kind of thing only happens in light novels, so stop being delusional."

"That's right too."

Mr. Qianyuan could only nod in agreement. In reality, such a ridiculous thing would never happen.

"Speaking of it..."

He turned to remind: "Hirata, has your email arrived? Could you be playing games and not paying attention?"

Unfortunately, the president, who was already fascinated by his headphones, couldn't hear any outside sounds at this moment, even after shouting a few times.

So Mr. Qianyuan could only walk to his old friend, forcefully remove his hand, and press the wind key to switch to the desktop.

"Ah...I'm typing up my notebook! What are you doing!"

"Spanking, it's really addictive, isn't it?"

He rolled his eyes angrily and tapped the browser tab at the bottom of the screen to remind him to take a look.

"That's right, I even forgot about this."

Unfortunately, apart from the new pornographic advertisements and product price reduction news, there is no other valuable information.

So Mr. President could only continue to play the game with a sigh.

"So, Hirata, what are you waiting for?" Mr. Qianyuan asked curiously.

"It's nothing... I'm afraid that if I tell you in advance, it will end up embarrassing me and making you laugh if the negotiation doesn't work out."

Ken Hirata hummed softly along with the game's battle background music.

Sometimes it's better to maintain a sense of mystery.

Especially when given as a gift.

Mr. Qianyuan frowned and said, "You are also sick."

Most of the people in this room are like this: the middle-aged Internet addict who likes to pretend to be mysterious, the younger sister who looks concerned about her appearance but is actually very lazy, and the new classmate Shuicang who doesn't know what to do yet, so I won't comment for now.

The only normal person who can be confirmed now is Mr. Chihara himself.

I looked at the clock, it was ten o'clock, it was time to prepare dinner.

"Qianyuan, I want to eat dumplings today!"

"Eat your ass!"

The president, who had nothing to do today and was just playing games, started yelling like a child.

Mr. Qianyuan, who was in the small kitchen, took a look at the things in the refrigerator. He still had some cabbage, tomatoes, and meat in reserve, but unfortunately there was no dumpling wrapper.

So he could only take off the bib he had just tied and return to the door.

"You are really sick!" He rolled his eyes at Hirata angrily and stepped on the top of his shoes twice.

hiss--

A little tight.

That's the problem with canvas shoes.

"I'm going to buy some dumpling wrappers. I've already taken out the meat. Remember to cut it into fine pieces after thawing it." Mr. Qianyuan put on his coat again and ordered before going out.

"Qianyuan, I want to go too!"

Ms. Zhuda Caimiao raised her hands excitedly. She loved this kind of time to go out and buy wool openly, and she could get rid of the tedious chores of chopping meat.

"You go to hell, if you don't see me when I come back, I will treat you like meat when I come back."

One of them is a very young girl, and the other is a middle-aged man in his thirties. It is somewhat unrealistic to expect them.

"I think it's good that Taketatsu left." Mr. Hirata shook his head and said, "There will be one less person in the room fighting for snacks with me, and you will also have one more coolie to carry the bags."

"No, it's just such a small thing that no one needs to carry it. If you want to buy rice next time, you can call her." Qianyuan said indifferently.

But judging from the expression of the girl on the sofa, it is obvious that Miss Caimiao is not very interested in carrying rice.

"I'm leaving and I'll be back soon."

"Okay, see you later."

Qianyuan, who had already put on his shoes, waved goodbye to the people in the room, finally buttoned up his coat and closed the door.

When we got outside, the snow had stopped, but the wind seemed to still be blowing.

Mr. Qianyuan lowered his head, covered his mouth and breathed into the palm of his hand, and then had to put it into his pocket.
Chapter completed!