Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 332: The Night of Miss Yutenji Wakamu

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little charming, and both of them fell silent tacitly.

But Hailing's hands were still wandering freely on Baihe Sanhui's face. The 27-year-old face was about to turn into fermented dough. Hailing, the pastry chef, kneaded the old man's specialty dough and started cutting it and putting it in the pot.

To be honest, Hailing, a girl with a well-proportioned figure, beautiful curves and a pretty face, is quite attractive to Kashiwa Miki. I admit that there was a moment when I was really moved...

...If you don't bring Lixi with you, Baihe Sanhui will just want to laugh now. You two guys with an unclear relationship, please don't bring me with you when you have fun.

"Mmmmm, mmmm... Whew—freedom!"

Mr. Ingredients finally broke free from Chef Hailing's wanton teasing. He rubbed his slightly red face awkwardly and began to look at Hailing, who turned her head away with a guilty look, with a look of looking at trash.

"Ms. Hailing, if you offend me like this again next time, I will...I will deduct your salary."

"As you please." Hai Ling just didn't have the money to live her own extravagant urban petty-bourgeois life, not that she didn't have the money to eat and live normally like the working people of the proletariat. So the threat from Baihe Sanhui was the same to Hai Ling as if it had nothing. The righteous expression on her face was also very funny.

"You... in a sense, I am now your only boss. Can you please show me a little respect?"

"Doctor, you have to understand that our current relationship is purely one of financial employment. So if I want to develop a spiritual relationship, I need to get to know you better before I can decide whether to respect you."

"what?"

"I mean, how about we go out for a date later? Go to a movie or have a barbecue? It's your treat."

Baihe Sanhui laughed in relief. How did Lixi get along well with such a greasy and shameless bastard?

Li Xi, is she a saint?

"Are you going?" Hai Ling pulled the chocolate lollipop out of her mouth and held it between her fingers like a cigarette. To be honest, her technique of holding a lollipop was very clumsy, but she inexplicably looked greasy and funny.

"...Go, just buy your own popcorn."

"Then I won't go. I have no money."

"Hey, hey! Don't play with my feelings!"

……

"Hey, Ruomai-san, you..."

Under normal circumstances, Miao Meng would definitely have a good chat with this highly respected senior from the same school who always takes good care of her at school, telling her about the interesting things she encountered today or shamelessly going to Senior Ruiyi's house for a quick meal.

Anyway, we just need to build good relationships, like you like me and I like you, and Ruomai is a very sociable person.

But today is different - different in many ways. The weather is colder than before, the sky is darker than before, and my mood is worse than before.

"Good evening, Ruiyi-senpai. Please don't get in the way."

Eh eh eh?

The tall, even huge, black-haired girl whom Miao Meng called Senior Ruiyi was a little confused, but she still obediently turned sideways to make way for the aggressive neighbor in front of her, and she also tightened the bass bag on her back to fit her back.

"Ruomai? Mai-chan? Meow-meng-kiss? What's wrong with you?"

Miao Meng didn't respond at all. He just took out his house key from his pocket and opened the door with a whoosh. Then there was a loud "bang".

The landlord should not be at home. If he were, he would definitely come up and curse us out loud and ask for strict furniture maintenance fees.

Senior Ruiyi shook her head helplessly, and then went about her own business, whether it was to practice or to play. After all, she and Ruomai were just classmates and neighbors. Since she didn't want to say anything, there was no need for her to ask.

Miao Meng's house is not a particularly luxurious single apartment. In fact, even if Miao Meng were to choose, she would never consider a single apartment with a monthly rent of more than 100,000 yen, even for a second... She might be envious for a moment, but when she thinks that she can't afford such a house even if she sells hooks, she feels relieved.

After all, Miss Yutenji Ruomai abandoned all the resources in her hometown and can almost be called a "Beijing drifter" who left her hometown.

This girl, who usually seems quite cynical, actually has an unexpectedly heavy burden on her shoulders: her parents' frequent calls, the expectations of her siblings, her increasingly empty wallet, and the promise Chuhua made to her...

"Idiot! Idiot! You're mentally ill! You're just a fool talking to yourself!"

No one knew who the words he cursed almost hysterically while falling on the bed and burying his head in the soft but somewhat old pillow were directed at.

Is it Hailing, the self-made woman? Or Chuhua, who, like the Wanli Emperor, is simply enjoying her vacation without paying attention to state affairs? Or is it Miaomeng herself, who works so hard but earns nothing, and whose so-called profit sharing is just a dream?

Who knows (laughs).

It's impossible to breathe with your nose buried in the pillow, so soon, Miao Meng, tired of scolding, turned over naturally, showing off her slender curves and soft waist to the indoor potted plants opposite the bed and a small and crudely made guitar model.

Perhaps the bookworms or cockroaches hiding in the cracks of the bookshelf would also enjoy the feast for the eyes, but Miao Meng didn't bother to care about that. She was alone at home and the curtains were drawn tightly. Even if she took off all her clothes until she was left with only her underwear, it wouldn't be considered immoral.

Besides, apart from everyone on Ave Mujica, I don’t seem to have any close friends. If I’m unlucky, I’ll lose one more today.

[You keep talking to yourself and insisting on doing what you want. I will never trust you again. If anyone else trusts you for even a second, we will laugh at him as a fool!]

[Hachiman Kairin, you are a liar!]

"...Haizi, I seem to have said something quite outrageous, but I have a clear conscience. Who told you to destroy the fruits of our labor on your own initiative? You simply don't treat the band as a community with a shared destiny."

The room was too quiet, and Miao Mengqin calmed down a little.

No matter how much of a jerk Hai Ling is, she is still a teammate. Ave Mujica will not cause discord within the team because of Hai Ling's temper, and then be taken turns spinning by several bands from all over the world at the live performance of the Budokan.

Having cursed enough, Miao Meng slid down from the edge of the bed and sat down on the ground. She hugged her rosy knees and muttered to herself, while snapping her fingers, making a crisp clicking sound.

"Stupid Haizi, fool Haizi, idiot Haizi..."

Ding-dong-

"Ugh!"

Miao Meng was so startled that she nearly turned into a round-headed octogenarian in response to the stress. She scurried under the bed, snatched up the bass guitar, which was purely decorative and couldn't play a single note, but surprisingly useful as a blunt instrument, and waited to give the uninvited guy a big blow on the back of the head...

Just kidding, although Miss Yutenji Wakamugi's online name is Miaomengqin, and her personality and appearance have some cat elements and settings, she is essentially a human with sufficient brain capacity, so she can still answer the door and receive guests in a serious manner.

only……

Miao Meng gradually approached the door of his home and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His heartbeat seemed to be getting faster and faster because of nervousness.

No... Could it be that Haizi was so angry that he came to our house to kill us?

Ah no no no, although Haizi usually dresses handsomely and has a cool temperament and always carries a bass guitar that is particularly suitable for committing crimes, he is in a very emotional period and just had a conflict with himself...

No matter how you look at it, he seems to be here for revenge! Or rather, Haizi has no reason to let him go!

"Meow Dream Kiss..."

"Oh, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Haizi, please don't kill me..."

The sound is wrong.

After hesitating for a moment, Miao Meng cautiously opened the door a crack, and tactically squatted against the wall to take a look through the gap.

The person standing at the door was not Iron T War God Bess Killer Horror Hai Ling, but a person wearing a green sweater and a red scarf with abstract colors, with thick woolen pants wrapped around his legs. His small nose was red from being exposed to the cold air, and he looked like a small and cute cucumber.

"Mu...Muzi?"