[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

The final data has also been integrated, Cheng looked up at the clock, the appointment time is almost over.

Hong noticed her gaze, and also looked at the dial. In the past, at such a moment, the boy had probably thoughtfully and politely prepared to say goodbye, but today he seemed to be a little hesitant.

"Miss Cheng, is your work coming to an end?"

"Well, basically, I'm going back to the apartment in a while."

"..."

After thinking about it, Hong said.

"Tonight, my sister went to the class reunion..."

"Oh, that dinner..."

Cheng thought for a while, and Hong also probably mentioned that his brother didn't come back very often. If Hong Dongmei was not around, it would be unrealistic to count on Andewa for cooking, and Hong Jiaodong...he is a good boy, but look It really looks like the type that doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers.

——Now that you know it, you can't let growing children eat instant food.

Adhering to such a principle, Cheng naturally offered an invitation that Hon couldn't say outright.

"Would you like to have dinner with me then?"

There were waves in his eyes honestly, shining like splinters from the sun, but Hong didn't agree immediately.

"Is it okay, Miss Cheng?" He asked, "Will it cause you trouble?"

"It doesn't matter at all."

Cheng is straightforward on this issue.

"If you want to say it, you have to blame Mr. Andeva as a father but he can't cook. It's reasonable to leave him at home to eat instant noodles alone."

After hearing Cheng's words, a very shallow smile appeared on Hong's face.

"It's a bit late to prepare dinner from now on, why don't we eat outside... Do you have a favorite type of food?"

"I……"

Hong suddenly realized that this was the first time they talked about this kind of life-oriented topic.

It seems that the asteroid, which has been following a fixed trajectory and silently looking at the stars, suddenly undergoes an orbital jump at a certain moment, and the different distance from the usual one may make it panic.

This kind of experience is very strange, which makes Hong feel a little cramped... However, it is not annoying.

"Buckwheat...I like soba noodles."

"Okay," she said, "then let's go."

After the meal, the two walked out of the restaurant together.

Boom is a very quiet child.

Most of the time he can be said to be taciturn, and probably because of his family background, his behavior will inadvertently reveal a kind of traditional etiquette and manners, although according to his age, he is probably at the most rebellious and rule-averse time.

No wonder, he often comes across as cold and staid, for that matter.

But Cheng still understands that Hong has his impulsive and stubborn side, and he also has moments of self-willedness and self-willedness, but his outstanding talent allows him to have action powers beyond ordinary people at the same time...

This means that he will not experience fewer bumps and bumps than any young man, but he can endure pain more than others-he will grow up rapidly, through continuous injury, recovery, and injury again, until he grows from mind to body. , all become really solid and powerful.

What Aizawa said was right, this was a labor pain he had to go through.

However, Cheng still hoped, even if only once, that when she was still able to reach out, she could pull the other person to avoid the sharp thorns and grow up in a gentler way.

This is an adult's consideration. At his current age, Hong's perspective is not enough for him to see these things.

Of course, for Cheng, he also has things he cares about.

"What kind of food does Miss Cheng like?"

Hong who was walking beside Cheng suddenly asked.

"Um……"

Cheng thought for a while.

"There are very few foods that I dislike, but if I really like them, it's probably sweets, right?"

"What about your favorite way to pass the time?"

"Reading and cooking."

"Favorite animal?"

"Dog." Cheng laughed, "What's wrong, boom?"

"……nothing."

He said.

"I just feel that I should know."

"Well... what you said makes sense."

Cheng recalled the scene when the two met for the first time. When she was still teaching at Ningshan Junior High School, she first saw the boy who stood out from the crowd but had a cold and lonely temperament.

But now, the two can walk side by side normally.

"Calculating carefully, we have known each other for almost a year... Although it is not too long, it is also a time that I cherish very much."

She continued to ask the topic of booming.

"Is Boom's favorite animal a dog?"

"No." The other party said very frankly, "it's a cat."

"Have you raised it?"

"When I was young... I brought home a kitten that was abandoned in a cardboard box by the side of the road, and it was discovered later—"

There was a pause, this was not a pleasant memory for him.

"Although my mother fought for me, in the end..."

"In that case, it's a little regrettable."

"So, I don't want to let this happen again." The young man stared at Cheng's side face, "...so, it's great that I'm still by Miss Cheng's side at this moment."

Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and quickly understood what he was referring to, which made her smile.

"It's nice to have Bo still with me at the moment."

At this time, Cheng noticed that the two had reached the intersection where they were about to part, so he said.

"Hong's home is in another direction, we are here..."

"It's getting late, please let me take you back."

"actually……"

Probably because the boy's eyes were too serious, Cheng quietly hid his words of refusal.

"Thank you, Boom."

Cheng continued.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet. What else do you like to do?"

"Nothing special... What I want to say is training, because I want to prove it to that person."

"Hmm... Then, can I ask about Hong's ideal?"

"Beyond him without relying on his personality..."

"That's not right." She shook her head slightly, "Although this statement may be rude to Mr. Andawa, it seems that Mr. Andawa is not qualified to be the final boss..."

She thought about it.

"For example, it's about the setting of the villain in the midfield—ah, please don't tell Mr. Andeva."

Hong quickly turned his face away, coughed lightly, and when he turned around again, his face was cold and steady again.

"I'll keep it a secret for Miss Cheng."

"Thank you very much."

After Cheng answered solemnly, he still couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"It's kind of embarrassing to say it... but I really, really like Boom."

"...?!"

Hong's eyes were wide open, and he rarely showed a slightly natural and dumb temperament.

"It would be nice if Hong was my younger brother."

After Cheng uttered the second half of the sentence, the boy came back to his senses, showing a complex expression with a little reluctance.

"Boom's ideal—let's consider it an ideal—excludes half of Flame's personality, but for me, my liking for Boom cannot be distinguished in this way."

she says.

"In my opinion, Boom is Boom, no matter which side it is, it is a part of Boom... What I like is the whole of Boom."

So I really hope that one day, Hong can accept it calmly and like all of me.

Cheng put these words in his heart.

If you say it now, it would be too arrogant...

she thought so.

No matter how young the other party is, Cheng also does not want to deny the experience he has gained in his past life, the decisions he has made, and the things he has fought for.

But another nice thing is that teenagers still have a lot of time to grow up, to be hard and then soft.

Before they knew it, they had already walked downstairs to Cheng's apartment, and both of them stopped.

"Miss Cheng, I understand what you mean...but that person is like a mountain standing in front of me. Before I flew over him, I probably couldn't see other scenery."

He said.

"Even so, I found that I still have more urgent desires."

Suddenly the wind picked up.

It's almost like a wind from deep in the sky, carrying the whispers of the stars.

"It would be great if... the day when I grew up could come sooner."

When Cheng stood in front of the door, he caught a glimpse of the door of Aizawa's house next door was ajar.

Mr. Aizawa doesn't seem to have such a habit. Could it be that there are guests?

...or break-in?

Cheng thought about it, and felt that for the sake of insurance, it is better not to easily rule out the second possibility.

So she simply called Aizawa Shouta.

Been busy with the sound for a long time, when Cheng almost gave up, Aizawa came over with a tired and hoarse voice.

"Kawasaki, what's wrong?"

After hearing what Cheng had said, he sighed.

"Ah, it's okay, I was negligent when I entered the door, just leave it alone..."

"Ms. Aizawa."

Cheng asked abruptly.

"Are you sick?"

"..."

Aizawa choked for a moment, and missed the opportunity to deny it naturally. At this time, it would be too deliberate to defend, so he reluctantly admitted.

"Can you hear it?"

"I'm more sensitive to such things... so, how is Aizawa-sensei doing now?"

"In my case, lying on the sofa for a while will heal..."

"That won't do."

Cheng simply interrupted him.

"Then excuse me, Aizawa-sensei."

……what?

Aizawa couldn't turn the corner for a moment, and soon he heard the knock on the door politely rang three times.

He bounced off the couch quickly, but Cheng had already pushed open the door and walked in.

"Good evening, Aizawa-sensei."

"Kawasaki... You don't need to bother you with this kind of thing..."

"Did Aizawa-sensei take your temperature?"

Aizawa Shouta was speechless under the other party's gaze.

"……not yet."

Cheng raised his hand, tested the temperature on Aizawa's forehead with the back of his hand, and compared with his own.

"Maybe I have a fever." She asked, "Where is the thermometer at Mr. Aizawa's house?"

"...in the second drawer of the cabinet over there."

This conversation happened so naturally, it wasn't until Cheng walked over and took out the thermometer that Aizawa suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Kawasaki, I really don't need..."

"You mean, let yourself sleep on the sofa overnight, and then be sent to the emergency room with a high fever the next day, Aizawa-sensei—the thermometer is in the mouth, open your mouth."

Cheng smiled and asked, but for some reason, Aizawa Yuta faintly sensed that something was wrong, after some internal struggles, he finally obediently took the thermometer from Cheng's hand.

——I'm afraid that even Mike, who has been friends for more than ten years, has never had the chance to see such a docile side of Aizawa.

Then, Cheng seemed a little satisfied with his cooperation, then she poured hot water, wrapped Aizawa Yuta in a blanket, after doing this, she looked at the number indicated by the thermometer, and frowned.

"Sure enough, I have a fever..." She looked at Aizawa who was inexplicably fidgeting, "So, do you have any emergency medicine at home?"

Aizawa seemed to want to say something, but was defeated by the other party's gaze.

"There are...in the fourth drawer."

"Also, has Mr. Aizawa eaten?"

"No, because I have no appetite..."

After swallowing the antipyretics in hot water, Aizawa found Cheng wearing his apron and walking towards the kitchen. He was a little desperate to find that he could no longer stop the woman in front of him.

Aizawa, who originally resisted letting the person he cared about see his weak side, lay down on the sofa with a subtly traumatized heart, covering the excessively bright light with his arms.

He closed his eyes, but the sound still reached his ears.

There were footsteps in the kitchen, probably she walked to the refrigerator, she might have been thinking there for a while, because there was silence for a while, and then there was a very light collision and water flow...

A thought jumped into Aizawa's mind, and strangely, it made him feel calm and settled.

—Ah, here she is now.

After Cheng cooked the porridge, he found that Aizawa was already asleep on the sofa.

Thinking that the food still needs to dry for a while before it is too hot to eat, Cheng walked back to the kitchen lightly, and took out the cat food from the cupboard.

The cat bowl that Aizawa bought was very cute in shape, Cheng couldn't help laughing, and walked outside with it.

Aizawa's kitten grew up a little, and moved slightly closer to Cheng with its tail flicking, but perhaps because it felt that her smell was unfamiliar, the kitten stopped a certain distance away and looked at her curiously.

"Jinpingtang?"

She tentatively called the other person's name, and pushed the cat bowl towards it.

But the little guy is still watching.

Cheng looked back at the sofa, the man didn't seem to wake up yet.

"Come here."

she whispered.

"Xiaotai, good boy."

The kitten stood up and turned around again, but I don't know if it was moved by Cheng's unauthorized name, and it came over after a while.

Cheng contentedly stroked the soft fur on its back, at this moment, a sound came from the living room.

Cheng cast his gaze over, Aizawa was sitting up from the sofa and took off the thermometer.

"The temperature has dropped."

He put the thermometer aside and walked towards Cheng, Cheng couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but the other party didn't seem to hear her little prank, and just squatted down next to the kitten.

The kitten let out a happy cry, rubbed his hand coquettishly, and got his head rubbed as he wished.

"Not to mention, if it weren't for you, I might really forget to feed the cat today."

"That's why you can't ignore your family when you work hard, Aizawa-sensei..."

Aizawa Shouta, who was teased, did not show a slightly troubled look this time like in the past.

He turned his face to look at Cheng, with a faint smile on his face.

"Then, in return—"

The distance between the two is very close at the moment.

"Can I call you Cheng?"