[K] Daily

?Fushimi, who finished taking the medicine under the urging of the Chihuahua, fell asleep on the bed in the bedroom. Due to the nature of the medicine, he didn't wake up until evening, but his spirit was much better than in the morning.

A beam of golden-red light hit the floor through the gap between the curtains that were not fully drawn, casting a warm halo. Fushimi was leaning against the head of the bed, with a notebook in front of him, typing quickly on the keyboard with his fingers. The faint light is projected on the mirror.

What I did for Benzai was only a part of the non-urgent paperwork, and he brought back all the important matters to deal with. Benzai's ability to handle affairs is good, but the important things should be done by yourself, otherwise if something goes wrong, then A boss can be annoying.

With a dry itchy throat, Fushimi coughed a few times, glanced at the empty water glass on the table, and finally gave up the time-consuming act of getting out of bed to pour water, and returned to his work.

"Ah! You're up." Hatta walked in with a tray, saw the notebook in front of Fushimi, and said angrily, "Why are you doing this kind of thing again?"

What is this kind of thing, he said it as if he was not serious.

After saving the materials, Fushimi closed the notebook and put it aside, and said calmly: "Some finishing work, what are you holding?"

Hatta raised his eyebrows, and said proudly, "Batian's special sick porridge."

Fushimi frowned: "You did it?"

"Of course."

"You didn't blow up the kitchen, did you?"

"Huh?" Hatta put the tray heavily on the table, and said displeasedly, "Who are you as a master? How could you blow up the kitchen? If you want to blow up, you will be blown up."

Fushimi sneered, and mercilessly exposed the fault: "Last time someone made fried rice and almost burned the kitchen down, and called me pitifully, which made me rush back and was deducted half a month's salary by the deputy chief."

Hatta blushed and glared at him: "Who is so pitiful!"

Fushimi raised an eyebrow, staring at him with a half-smile.

Hatta quickly looked away, as if to hide his embarrassment, scooped some porridge from the casserole into a bowl and handed it to the sick patient on the bed, "Eat it quickly, it won't get better if it's cold."

Fushimi glanced at it with a lack of interest, but still took a bite, it was neither tasty nor unpalatable, the taste was bland, but it was an improvement for someone who only knew how to fry rice with jackfruit, but he A genius who can cook rice into popcorn.

"What's that expression on your face? I've tasted it myself, it's not bad."

"It's not a matter of taste." Fushimi put down the spoon and said helplessly, "This one has no taste at all."

"Some of them are delicious, but if you dare to pick and choose, believe it or not, I'll beat you!"

"Hi~Hi~"

Hatta sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Fushimi, who was eating the porridge seriously, with crow blue under his eyelids, he hadn't slept well for two days.After a while, Hatta lowered his eyes until his pale hand handed the empty bowl in front of him.

"one more bowl."

Hatta took the bowl, but didn't get up immediately, and under Fushimi's suspicious gaze, he said in a muffled voice: "What do you want to eat?"

The hand under the quilt tightly strangled his thigh to prevent himself from laughing.

Fushimi pushed down his glasses, and said with a serious face: "The weather has turned cold recently, and it's already at this point... let's eat hot pot."

His proposal made Hatta's eyes light up: "That's good, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some materials when I come back."

"Wait, I'll go with you." Saying that, Fushimi lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but was pushed back hard by a pair of hands, he raised his head in a daze.

"You stay at home honestly, it will be a hindrance to go out with me sickly." Under the backlight, the orange-haired boy's eyes were surprisingly bright, and his words seemed to carry an irresistible force.

Fushimi nodded hesitantly.

The door was slammed heavily by a guy who didn't care how hard it was, and the sound spread to the bedroom. There was a warm smile on Fushimi's face, clean and bright, as if the haze that had lingered in his heart for many years had been swept away.

——Ho... That guy's straightforwardness is sometimes quite cute.

In the overcrowded supermarket, Daoming Si followed Qiu Shan who was pushing the shopping cart with a relaxed expression, and from time to time swept one or two items from the passing shelves.

As another product fell into the shopping cart, Akiyama suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head suddenly, with faint veins on his forehead, and stared at someone with a dark face.

Daoming Si didn't know why and asked, "What's wrong?"

Akiyama pointed to the shopping cart that was about to fill up.

Daoming Si immediately understood, shrank his head, and smiled while stroking the back of his head: "Sorry, let's go back to buy some more beef."

"Still buying—"

"You bastard!" Akiyama was shocked by the sudden explosion when he was about to explode, followed the sound, and a short orange-haired boy swears while talking on the phone, "Are you taking me for a fool! Idiot monkey! "

Even if you don't remember anything else, that iconic catchphrase is enough to know the identity of the boy.

Daoming Temple elbowed Akiyama, with a mysterious face, and whispered to Akiyama: "Do you know about Fushimi-san moving out of the dormitory?"

Akiyama glanced at Hatta, who was still on the phone, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Benzai told me that it seems to have bought a house outside."

I remember that Hidaka was sad for a while after knowing that Fushimi had moved out. That guy was a loyal admirer of Fushimi.

Daoming Temple laughed when he heard the gossip: "According to reliable sources, Fushimi-san is probably living with someone."

Akiyama said in surprise, "As expected of Fushimi-san."

"But it's been so long since he moved out that we haven't visited his new home once," Daoming Si curled his lips, "It's so mysterious."

Akiyama smiled helplessly. Although everyone kept silent, it was impossible to say that they didn't care about Fushimi-san moving out.But it would be impossible for that awkward guy to take the initiative to invite them to visit him in his next life. It would be rude to force him to visit, and he would definitely be held hostage after he came. Besides, everyone didn't want to make him unhappy.

His eyes accidentally glanced at Hatta's shopping cart, and Akiyama's mind suddenly flashed.

"Hey, hot pot is delicious when there are many people."

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Let's go to Fushimi's house to have a hot pot party tonight."

The spacious living room was brightly lit, and seven or eight young people gathered around the low table chatting enthusiastically, and a boy with orange hair in the middle had a particularly dazzling smile.

Fushimi leaned against the wall with his arms folded, staring at the scene expressionlessly.

"You..." It took about 2 minutes for Fushimi to speak, and the gloomy voice froze the young people who had been secretly paying attention, "Why are you here?"

"Of course I invited you," Hatta said carelessly, "Hot pot needs to be eaten by many people to be lively."

Tsk, he should have thought of this passionate idiot earlier, Fushimi had a headache.However, only Akiyama and Benzai can think of using a Chihuahua to open the door.

"It's ready to eat." Daoming Si pointed to the hot pot boiling on the table, the aroma pierced his nose, and the beautiful color made the index finger move.

Ignoring those idiots who were busy eating, Fushimi glanced around and asked, "Where's Fei?"

After finally freeing his mouth, Ri Gao said: "He promised to come before, but later he said he was very tired and wanted to go to bed early, so he didn't come."

Daoming Si took a big gulp of beer, squinted his eyes in irritation, burped contentedly and said, "It would be very pitiful for Fei to come to this kind of adult's party, after all, children can't drink alcohol." His words It caused many squints. Except for the increase in age, Daoming Temple's other values ​​basically remained the same every year, especially the IQ did not increase but fell.

Fushimi asked keenly: "Later? When exactly?"

Hidaka chewed the konjac and said inarticulately, "Probably after Akiyama-senpai informed us to change the location."

Fushimi's expression suddenly became complicated, not only he, but also Akiyama's expression became weird, Benzai just looked meaningfully at the four-person group of problem children and a Chihuahua who were working hard.

It has to be said that the kid's ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster is really not a cover.

But want to get away with it under his nose?

Fushimi sneered, turned and walked back to the bedroom.

"Monkey, don't you want to eat?" Hatta asked.

"Come here later."

After returning to the bedroom, Fushimi turned on the terminal, clicked on a number in the phone book, and was connected after five rings, and an inorganic voice came:

"The number you have dialed is temporarily unanswered. After a beep, it will be transferred to voicemail."

"Tsk, don't come here."

"...Senior Fushimi, is there anything you can do to find me at such a late hour? The deputy chief said that children are healthy if they go to bed early and get up early." The implication is that if you have anything to do, don't look for me.

"Tell the deputy chief that several captains are having a hot pot party at my house."

"Isn't this great? Gathering enhances feelings or something... There's no need to tell the deputy chief."

"It must be conveyed that you come with me. This is an order from the superior."

The other side was silent for a while, and finally said dejectedly: "Yes."

Fushimi hung up the terminal, with a cunning arc on his lips, and put the terminal back into his pocket. The foolish laughter of an idiot in the living room reached his ears, and the mirror reflected light.

Soon the doorbell rang, and Rigao got up to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Who is outside the door, Hidaka?"

Hidaka moved away from the door stiffly, and with a click, Domyoji's chopsticks slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, Hatta's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, yay, Japan is so small, I can meet you in this kind of place, Zhou Fangzun of Barbara."

"I agree with that too, Reji Munakata of Scepter4."

The iconic red and blue stood facing each other, with similar arcs at the corners of their mouths, and invisible gunpowder filled the air.