Chapter 328 What on Earth Are You Two Doing at Night?

"So that's it. I asked him how his performance could be so interesting."

In the dark carriage, Hojo Kyosuke crossed his legs and chuckled softly at the phone.

"Anyway, there will be a good show tomorrow. Hojo, don't laugh too loudly then."

There was a middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Me? How is that possible? I have always been the most polite. But Aisaka-senpai, please don't laugh too wildly. After you shook hands with that guy, even a blind man could see the disgust on your face."

Hojo Kyosuke retorted with a smile.

What they are discussing is the one Ishida Hidenori who came to amuse everyone at the Grand Prize reception in the house, wearing a dark red suit, a triangular mustache, and pointed leather shoes. Just the appearance is so greasy that you will never forget it, not to mention the tone and posture of his speech.

At that time, everyone was curious about why this person had such strong self-confidence and thought he could win the Grand Prize of the House. Because regardless of the quality of the work itself or the popularity of the author, Hojo Kyosuke is the undoubted winner of the Grand Prize.

Moreover, today's reception is not just for everyone to communicate, but also to discuss with the winners tomorrow's awards. Because one of the procedures of this year’s Honya Awards is to give the winner a stationery set of his or her own choice.

This is the fixed process of the Grand Prize. In addition to the official prize of the trophy, there are also secondary prizes and special prizes. Special rewards are limited products launched by various stationery brands under the sponsor. There have been notepad sets and map sets, and they are all things that are used to display beautiful things.

This is also the intended meaning of the question, after all, people pay for it. If it were unprofitable, this competition would not be able to be held, let alone have as much influence as it does now.

In the middle of the banquet, Hojo Kyosuke was invited over by the Kinokuniya store clerk Amamiya Miki who serves as a member of the Honya Grand Prize Executive Committee.

pen……

In his last life, Hojo Kyousuke's pens and brush calligraphy could not be said to be good-looking. Now, anyone who sees him writing will wonder whether the pens and brushes in his hands are different from those in ordinary people's hands. For example, there are What kind of smart sensor device can control the intensity to make it look better?

This stationery package is said to allow the winners to choose by themselves, but in fact it is just a matter of choosing the quantity of various stationery items.

In order to save his fans from wasting money, Hojo Kyosuke decisively chose the package with the most mechanical pencils and a small number of pens and brushes. After all, mechanical pencils are the stationery that students use most every day.

Of course, this is definitely not to make everyone think of him when using an automatic pen, and then start looking forward to when he will release new works.

There will be Hojo Kyosuke's signature laser-engraved on the stationery. Someone's signature, which looks like a straight print, gave the sponsor a headache for a while.

"If it is so standard, customers will think it is printed out by a computer. Can you write it a little more artistically, Hojo-san."

Yamato Nagakage, the Zebra executive officer, said with some embarrassment, not to mention the people who bought things, even he, who was standing at the scene and watching, felt like it was fake.

No wonder someone from the planning department said before that he could ask Hojo Kyosuke to speak for him. At that time, he even scolded the planner. He didn't expect that this plan really had merit.

Although Hojo Kyousuke is not qualified as a writer, his handwriting is very exaggerated and is a good selling point.

"Art?"

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head vigorously, forget about art and all that.

"That's it, it's my personal characteristic."

"Haha~~Yes, this is the characteristic of Mr. Hojo. Everyone who has been to his book signing knows it. Those hands are printers." Amamiya Miki said with a smile.

"Is that so? I'm rude." Yamato Nagakage bowed. Although he held a high position, his bowed waist was quite soft, reaching forty-five degrees in one stroke.

That's it, Hojo Kyosuke confirmed that he will stand on the podium every day. After returning to the banquet hall, Aisaka Tsuyoshi and two other new friends naturally knew about this. Suddenly a bigger mystery emerged.

The four of them looked at Hidenori Ishida, who was wearing a red suit and looking high-spirited.

That person hasn't been invited by the organizer yet, doesn't he still know that he didn't win the prize?

Logically speaking, things like gathering information should be left to Kisaki. With so many subordinates under his command, his tentacles can extend to almost every corner of Tokyo. But before news came from Kisaki, when Hojo Kyosuke was heading to the Glass meeting place, Aisaka called.

That Ishida Hidenori, who looked down upon Hojo Kyosuke in every possible way, and who let Hojo Kyosuke applaud while listening to his acceptance speech, is a pitiful man.

"I saw my good friend come on stage to receive the award, and I smiled happily. What's wrong? Tomorrow there will be a headline in the news about Hojo Kyosuke's best friend Aisaka Tsuyoshi applauding his friend's success. He is kind and generous, and he said It’s me, Aisaka.”

On the other side of the phone, Tsuyoshi Aisaka didn't refute at all that he would laugh loudly tomorrow, and he had even thought of an excuse.

"As a winner, I should smile happily, right? If my face is expressionless, wouldn't it look like I don't care about this award?" Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

"That's not okay. If you smile too happily, some people will be offended. Generally speaking, it is best to behave as if you are attending a funeral." Aisaka taught him in the manner of a senior.

"I understand, winning the prize means attending the funerals of those who didn't win the prize."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded. Just after saying this, he shouted to the front:

"Hey Hirata, if you want to laugh louder, why are you so shy?"

"Hahahaha, sorry boss, I'm rude." The driver Toshitaka Hirata was not polite, laughed twice and apologized quickly.

"It's a nice laugh. Even I can hear the fun through the phone. Let's bring that guy with us tomorrow and let him stand next to Hidenori Ishida and deafen his ears."

Aisaka yelled on the other end of the phone. His voice was as loud as in the days when mobile phones were first used, as if he was using his lung capacity to boost the signal, and as if he was shouting so loudly that the person on the other side of the phone could hear him directly.

"Forget it, this kind of treatment is only for the boss, and that person is not qualified." Hojo Kyosuke shook his head.

"I'm really looking forward to arriving soon tomorrow. The person who came up with this idea is really interesting." Tsuyoshi Aisaka said.

"Indeed, when I heard that, I wanted to give Aisaka-senpai a try like this next year."

"Young boy, do you still want the association reward?"

"Let's not talk about it for now. We'll talk tomorrow." Hojo Kyousuke had already seen Glass standing on the roadside through the window, and hung up the phone before Aisaka on the other side could speak.

"Hello? Hello!"

The call was hung up so quickly that Tsuyoshi Aisaka didn't even react. After calling twice, he finally realized that Kyousuke Hojo must have gone to meet a girl.

It was really hard for him, but he even took the time to make a phone call to himself.

However, from this aspect, I can be regarded as his true friend. The old man's thoughts changed and he was actually a little happy.

This thought made him horrified. Was he being PUA? Shouldn't brothers be like brothers and women be like clothes? When did being a shoe polish become so fun?

His doubts did not last long, because his wife had already called him loudly in the bedroom. In fact, the reason why he called Hojo Kyosuke was because he was using a delaying tactic, thinking that if he called for a longer time, his wife would be unable to bear it and fall asleep first.

Oh, Hojo, Hojo, you will understand when you get married, women are not a good thing.

Aisaka smiled bitterly and tucked up the waist of his trousers, gritted his teeth, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Female college students and so on, I'd better forget it.

There was no parking space in front of the store where Glass and the others had dinner, so Hojo Kyousuke didn't let Hirata Shuntaka turn around and parked directly across the road.

Hirata Shunlong got out of the car and opened the door for his eldest brother.

Surrounded by the seniors, Glass asked what it felt like to hold Kyousuke-kun's waist while sitting on a motorcycle, and his fleshy little face turned red with embarrassment. Really, if these seniors have time to care about things that have nothing to do with them, why not find a boyfriend as soon as possible, so that they won't have to go back by themselves at night.

The more girls played, the crazier they became. These voice actors obviously didn't drink, but one or two of them teased Nizi like drunkards. The blushing look on the little girl's cheeks made them regain their sense of youth after a long absence. …

Before I could finish recalling the feeling of youth, someone saw a black business car suddenly stopping on the other side of the road.

On the street late at night, a black business car suddenly stopped, and a big man in a black suit. Even though it is already the Heisei era, the scene that has become a memory of the era is still deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Neon people.

Even though they said this, everyone did not panic. They were even curious about which group leader was traveling. After all, they could still afford such a high-end commercial vehicle. It was rare to see a violent club with such a spirited young man.

The more mature Matsuda Kako planned to say hello to everyone to step back, return to the store to continue the second wave of dinner parties, and continue the stall at the same place.

Kihara Saki grabbed Nishimiya Glass's arm and planned to step back, but found that the latter was looking motionless across the street, his brown eyes shining brightly reflected by the magenta and emerald blue signboards.

"It's Kyousuke-kun who's here to pick me up!"

Nishimiya Glass shouted in surprise, his clear voice easily overpowering the shouts on the roadside.

"Hojo-san?" Matsuda Kako was stunned and looked across the road.

What stepped out of the open door of the black business car was not a white-haired club boss in a neat suit, but a handsome man wearing brown casual clothes.

Hojo Kyosuke, the edge of the carriage was already low. As soon as his legs touched the ground, from the outside it looked like his long legs were almost two meters long. He almost turned into a supreme being who distorted space. Fortunately, after he got down, he was proportioned. It's back to normal again.

Looking at the large group of women opposite, he did not choose to walk over. Instead, he smiled and waved at Glass, then looked at Matsuda Kako and the voice actors, and bowed fifteen degrees.

Although he was not wearing a black suit, nor did he have a black and solemn aura wrapped around him, instead he had a smile that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. However, both Matsuda Kako and Kihara Saki couldn't help but return the forty-five-degree bow and returned it three times without any hesitation.

"President, seniors, I'll take my leave now."

Glass's voice seemed to be flying, the smile on his face was sweeter than the wagashi he just ate, and his crooked eyes seemed to return to the sky and become the moon.

After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to react, he trotted across the street.

Everyone can feel the impatience of the girl, and this youthful throbbing makes the women who can only dislike each other and drink each other with their colleagues shed tears in their hearts late at night.

Although there were no cars on this street at this time, Hojo Kyousuke quickly looked around and walked quickly to the glass.

The two held hands together in the middle of the road, and then walked to the car.

Someone pulled Glass around and nodded again to the person in the office over there. Holding Kyosuke-kun's hand, Glass's eagerness was no longer so restless. He raised his hand and waved it cheerfully towards the seniors over there, just like a bride throwing a bouquet.

"Ni-chan is waving to me, so I will find a boyfriend tomorrow." Senbon Ena said dreamily.

"You're drunk. Stop driving later. Glass is waving at me."

Hara Saki said unceremoniously, with a firm tone. When speaking, the two of them did not forget to bow to Hojo Kyosuke to say goodbye, with a respectful attitude.

"But isn't that Hojo-san a writer? Why, why does it seem like..."

"There seems to be something wrong..."

"Nitro said he doesn't have a tattoo."

"How did Ni-chan know?"

"Should they~"

The topic changed in an instant. These people who had been drinking had very divergent thinking. No wonder they had to go together to get home smoothly.

"Okay, if you don't want to renew the stall, please go home." Matsuda Kako clapped her hands, interrupting the increasingly erotic conversation.

"Okay~~"

As the president of a top company in the industry, Kako Matsuda has naturally entered a class where she can freely engage in luxury activities such as taking a taxi.

Although she interrupted the members' discussion, she couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

Although the sun is setting for most violent clubs now, let alone the pomp and circumstance, having a younger brother is considered a "group" with an orderly inheritance. Even the big clubs that once had the most prestigious relationships inevitably have to recruit online, and suits are more I want the younger brother to prepare his own.

It's already considered a good thing if it can still have money to bring in new blood. It's all supported by the large amount of real estate and resources swallowed up in those chaotic years.

Open a maid cafe, open a milk tea shop, sell homemade emoticons...

In addition to the familiar black industries, these industries that are easier than robbing money are also active in societies.

Could it be that Hojo-san wants to develop in this direction? It is indeed more profitable to make animation than to charge various service fees. Or do you want to recruit new people in this way? After all, no young people now believe in the Bushido and Renxia thing, but the otakus' belief is actually stronger.

Kako Matsuda turned to look out the car window. It was nine o'clock in Tokyo, and the completely opposite side to the daytime was just about to be revealed to the world.

The neon lights are turned on, the office workers take off their suits, and the girls put on high heels...

There is a feast of lights and garbage everywhere. Only the earliest people can get a glimpse of this night world when the morning light just sets.

How is that possible? I think you drank too much.

Matsuda Kako shook her head and smiled, but a few glasses of sake were not enough to make her weather-beaten head dizzy.

Nowadays, societies are eager to package themselves as charity groups. How can there be fools jumping into it? With Hojo-san's attainments in kendo and his connections with Beichen's Itto-ryu, he entered the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was enough to let people from those societies give him a seat.

Hojo Kyosuke, who almost changed from "Neon Kendo no Tomorrow" to "Neon Yakuza no New Hope", is currently sitting in a car that is as stable as if it is on the ground, listening to Glass talk about what happened in the training center today. Interesting facts.

The lights in the carriage have been turned on, so bright that the girl's thick and curled eyelashes can be seen clearly.

"...It really shocked me. When I turned around, I saw Mr. Kitani standing at the door. Although I always knew that the teacher's voice was very broad, it was really shocking to see him live!"

Glass held Hojo Kyousuke's left hand with both hands and said excitedly.

"Hahaha, isn't this just a voice actor?"

Needless to say, Hojo Kyosuke, who has always believed that people with a nice voice are also nice when they curse, is actually looking forward to seeing Glass perform various roles. Tsundere, Three Wus, Iceberg...

Well, Yukinoshita sounds pretty good when she curses.

Exclude those vulgar words such as wet garbage and scum, and only listen to those such as "Oh, I found a very strange animal", "It's a miracle of nature that humans can grow like this", "You can't really be Think so."

Although the last three are just another version of the first two, combined with Yukinoshita's cold and serious voice and contemptuous eyes, they can really satisfy people with special quirks.

Of course, the people here do not include Hojo Kyosuke. He prefers to listen to Glass pouring out his troubles to himself in a soft voice.

"But will this kind of thing cause you any trouble, Kyousuke-kun?"

Glass was a little worried. He could choose such a role. Even President Matsuda was shocked when he heard about it.

"It won't cause me any trouble. It's President Matsuda's ability to find this opportunity. Doing business and running a company is essentially the replacement of information. She has such ability, but I am very happy because you are there, Glass." The office will also be more comfortable.”

Hojo Kyosuke laughed and didn't care. He had already contacted the author, and the two had agreed to collaborate in the work and release a special. The five neighbors treated the weirdo as a filming, Saitama teacher made a handsome appearance, and Miyu drew on his bald head.

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved."

Glass smiled, but she didn't worry much, after all, Kyosuke was omnipotent!

"Have you thought about what to wear to the award ceremony tomorrow? The TV station in Shuimen City can also receive this program."

"Well~ Actually, Sakura said that everyone should wear school uniforms together, but Naoka rejected it, saying that it would cause trouble for Kyosuke." Glass said with her head tilted.

"..."

Hiss, Sakura, you are getting more and more outrageous. Hojo Kyosuke took a breath of cold air in his heart.

In that kind of occasion, if he really took three girls in high school uniforms to stand on the stage, he really couldn't show a smile at all, otherwise he would become a public enemy.

But...if they wear other clothes, Sakura and the others will be more beautiful, right?

Raising an eyebrow, someone laughed.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you stand by my side, you don't have to care about other people's eyes."

He still has this confidence. Just like what Osaka said, he has never even participated in the salons held by various writers' associations in Tokyo. It's not a lazy word to describe it.

"Hehe~~ I think so too, but the clothes prepared by Naoka are also very beautiful, and I can also help promote her."

Naoko smiled and didn't say that Sakura urged Naoka to embroider a logo of her store on Kyosuke-kun.

Outside the car window is the colorful streets of Tokyo, which is no less lively than the daytime.

The lights in the car dyed the girl's fair face slightly yellow, as if it was coated with a layer of sunset afterglow. Hojo Kyosuke reached out and touched Naoko's thick eyelashes with his index finger. The girl's big brown eyes did not dodge at all, and overcame the body's instinctive reaction with trust.

"Tomorrow, I will give you the trophy."

Looking directly at the girl, Hojo Kyosuke spoke softly.

"Yeah!"

Glass made him know that he could change a person's fate with his own strength. And tomorrow is the time for him to officially announce his existence to the world.

The Honya Award, the Neon Mystery Writers Association Award, the Naoki Award... He will take all the honors and let the world truly remember the name of Hojo Kyosuke.

Reaching out and hugging Glass into his arms, he found the most comfortable way to bask in the sun. As long as he becomes the sun, he can become the best salted fish!

The exquisite paint on the car body reflects the night of Tokyo, and it drives towards the home waiting for the two.

"By the way, I just saw Mr. Hiratsuka in the hotel." Leaning on Hojo Kyosuke's arms, Glass suddenly said.

"Hiratsuka? What is she doing there?" Someone was stunned.

"She seems to be drinking with someone."

"..."

Although there is a lot of love-hate relationship between him and Hiratsuka Shizuka, Hojo Kyosuke still wants to say sincerely, teacher, on this rare holiday, please go on a date, okay? If you are either drinking or drinking every day, you will never get married in this life.

"She cursed while drinking. It seems that during the social gathering, a man was pinched and cried by her when shaking hands." Glass continued.

"..."Okay, teacher, you have tried very hard.

Huh? No, is this really hard work? Trying hard to be single?

...

"Dinglinglinglingling~~"

Hearing the ringing of the mobile phone, Yukinoshita, who had just finished taking a shower and changed into pajamas, walked quickly to the desk.

『Sister』

The name of the caller was displayed on the screen.

The girl's eyebrows, which became more and more wet and dark due to the moisture, frowned, and looked at the wall clock. It was already half past nine.

After hesitating for two seconds, she still chose to answer the phone, although she knew that her sister would not look for her for anything important.

"Moshimoshi~~"

A drunken voice came from the other side. Yukinoshita frowned, holding the phone with both hands and moving away from herself, with disgust on her little face.

"I feel like I can smell the smell of alcohol."

The girl said without any emotion. That's why she didn't set the ringtone of her phone to a cute cat's meow. If she heard such a sound after hearing the cat's meow, even the cat who recorded the ringtone would be distressed.

"Hey!!! Are mobile phones so powerful now? So I can eat air when watching food videos in the future?" Yang No shouted in surprise, performing a drunken posture to the fullest.

"That's a metaphor. From the tone of your speech..."

"Hate it, Yukino, this is a joke, a joke. If you are so serious every day, you will grow wrinkles early."

"I don't think the words spoken by a drunk person are of reference value."

Yukinoshita pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down, letting her black hair fall on the back of the chair and letting the water flow along the ends of her hair against the carpet. She seemed to have used up all her strength to say every word.

"No, no."

Listening to this voice, Yukinoshita could already imagine her sister shaking her head and shaking her hair. She was like this, very good at using various body movements to strengthen the "weight" of her words, and could easily attract other people's attention.

Completely different from what the girl thought, Yang No had already left the cocktail party and returned to the Yukinoshita family's villa in Osaka. The path paved with white fine stones in the courtyard seemed to emit a bright white light under the moonlight. The stone basin on the stone basin was filled with water and then knocked down violently, making a "dang" sound in the silent night. It was not harsh, but enough to attract people's attention.

Yang No was wearing a white nightgown, which was soft and fluffy like clouds, and continued on her body like waves. Her slender and plump legs were exposed, one stretched out and the other bent, and her round toes were buckling on the wooden floor.

She held a tulip-shaped wine glass in her right hand, which contained wine of the same color as the moon, and her left hand held a mobile phone. Her eyes did not look at the bright moon, but stared at the brown corridor.

"Wine is the lubricant of life. Without wine, life would be much more difficult~" She smiled softly, then lowered her head and took a sip of wine.

"Didn't you drink enough at the party?"

As soon as she said this, Yukinoshita couldn't help but feel a little regretful. What she wanted to say was to persuade her sister to drink less.

"Hehe~~Drinking at the party is different from drinking now. You will understand this kind of thing later, Yukino-chan."

After a pause, Yang No seemed to suddenly remember something and said:

"I almost forgot, Yukino-chan, you don't need to go to the party for those boring social activities, it's great~"

"..."

Yukinoshita pursed her lips and regretted her previous regret. This woman doesn't need others' care at all.

"However, Kyosuke gave me a good suggestion. He told me to let you go to the party next time, and let Yukino-chan teach those who want to drink a lesson, so that they know that drinking by yourself is the true state of drinking."

"Puff~~"

Although her sister's tone was still so annoying, Yukinoshita couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

Really, who does Hojo Kyosuke think he is.

"Hahaha, yeah, I think it's funny too. If you really do that, maybe the Yukinoshita family will declare bankruptcy in less than two months."

The smile on the girl's face disappeared, the warmth brought by the hot bath faded, and the cold of the night returned to her. The empty room would be really cold if the air conditioner was not turned on, the kind of cold that you can't help but respond to every word you say.

"That won't be the case!"

Even if you don't become someone like your sister, you can do your best by relying on your own strength!

"Hey? Sorry, sorry, I think I said the wrong thing. It seems that I drank too much wine today."

Yoto looked down at the silver wine in the glass, and her slightly red eyes seemed to be clearer than the wine. Although her voice was full of laughter, her face did not smile.

"If you drink too much, go to bed quickly, good night." Yukinoshita said.

"Xueno, when will you learn to hang up the phone directly~" Yoto asked with some expectation.

"Now!"

Listening to the disappearing voice on the phone, Yoto laughed heartily and drank the wine in the glass.

That's it, that's it. You said you would rely on your own strength, but are you waiting for me to give you the position? If you don't even have the courage to snatch the position of heir from me, do you think you can get your mother's approval?

The Yukinoshita family believes in the Shura way of education. Only pain can make people remember and then make progress.

After hanging up the phone, Yukinoshita found that she was surprisingly cold. She dried her hair with a towel and a hair dryer, and got into the fluffy quilt, but the chill still did not leave her slender body. Her legs couldn't help but curl up, and she thought of last night when she slept in the same bed with Sakura.

Although that guy was very dishonest, his little feet were very warm. She thought she would be very uncomfortable and would not sleep all night, but she didn't expect to fall asleep quickly. She woke up once in the middle of the night and found that she was holding Sakura's feet. It was a great shame.

It is said that moths fly into the fire, but humans are not much better than moths. As long as you try warmth once, your resistance to cold will be reduced a hundred times.

Yukinoshita tightened the quilt, wrapping her snow-white and slender neck in a round shape.

Kato Megumi, if Hojo Kyosuke taught math well, then I have to win back in Chinese!

Never afraid of challenges, always eager for victory, there is no word "surrender" in the dictionary, this is Yukinoshita Yukino.

The next morning, in fact, it was not very early, the sun was almost rising to the top of the sky, and Ruyi Dormitory was still calm. Most of the doorplates on the doors were still occupied.

Knowing that there was an important event today, Yukino couldn't help but want to knock on the door to wake up Hojo-kun. Fortunately, someone still yawned and opened the door. Those lofty ambitions last night seemed to disappear without a trace with a deep sleep. Sure enough, compared to world peace, it is more important to have a natural sleep.

"Good morning, Kyosuke, it's great that the earth is still not destroyed."

Sakura opened the door and jumped out with full energy. Fortunately, the room was well soundproofed, otherwise Eriri's lazy sleep would be ruined again.

"Yeah, the sun still rises as usual."

Hojo Kyosuke said casually, and then knocked on Eriri's door. If this guy sleeps again, he will be awake and harass him at night.

"Wake up, the earth is going to be destroyed."

"Lusuo, hurry up and save the earth!" The angry voice of the blond lady came from inside, and her natural awakening today was in vain.

Xueye looked on and wanted to laugh. The earth was really in trouble, but luckily he had already eaten his apple.

Today's breakfast was prepared by Mitsuha. She had come to Ruyiliao from home a long time ago. It was all Itomori-style local cuisine.

Well, it’s the kind of breakfast where you eat white rice early in the morning.

"It's so good, it feels like I'm back when I first came to Tokyo." Holding a bowl full of white rice just like in the cartoon, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but complain.

"Rice is the best carbohydrate. Stop talking and eat it quickly." Sanye put a chopstick of stir-fried vegetables into someone's bowl.

This action kicked off Ruyi Liao's morning exercise, and suddenly countless chopsticks began to dance on the table like ballet dancers' legs.

Sometimes Kyousuke Hojo really wonders if all the girls in his family have taken structural mechanics, otherwise why they can pile so much food into their bowls without falling over.

But for him, this is not even a happy worry. No worries are all happiness, and he can eat double portions. This is his confidence to eat with so many people!

If he didn't have such a strong stomach and could eat everyone's food, the dinner table would have become a real battlefield.

You see, there are a total of two chicken drumsticks in the pot, and Yinglili has piled them all into her bowl, as if she is afraid that she will not burst to death.

"If Kyousuke dies, we won't be able to go to today's award ceremony, but he won't be able to go to your anniversary tomorrow either~"

Sakura smiled and looked at Eri, who picked up two more chicken breasts and planned to stuff them into Hojo Kyosuke's mouth.

"Huh? Anniversary?!"

Kasumigaoka, who looked sleepy, was shocked. She didn't know what the girl who went back to the room to sleep without even eating dinner yesterday was doing in the room and why she was still so sleepy after sleeping for so long.

This point also puzzled Hojo Kyosuke, who was also very sleepy.

"Ji, Ji... who wants to support him to death? I'm afraid that Sanye's cooking will be wasted!"

The smart Yinglili chose to divert her attention.

12,000, I’m going to sleep now. Thanks to the boss for the reward and the monthly ticket. Thank you.