On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

The silver-gray Toyota Camry drove away from the villa. Gan Meiya, who was sitting in the front row, looked at the three people standing at the door through the right rearview mirror, pursed her lips, and fell into deep thought. She raised her hand to push it behind her ear, and a piano piece suddenly sounded in the carriage, the tune was not the slightest difference from what she heard in the villa. She looked up at her elder brother who was holding the steering wheel, and found that this elder brother was also twitching. He looked at her blankly.

Gan Meiya squeezed out a smile from the corner of her mouth, she was stunned for a moment, turned her head, looked at the front, after a while, she couldn't help but asked: "Meiya, that man you just met in England That? That is the one we saw in the western restaurant?"

"Well, my colleague." Gan Meiya replied casually, lowering her head and playing with her fingers.

"You are young, you are quite rich."

"Young and promising."

"I saw a Toyota parked in his garage. It seems to be the same model as mine, but the color is different. It's quite a predestined relationship."

"There are a lot of people driving this car in Japan."

"... I heard from Zhenzhi that he is not married, nor does he have a girlfriend?"

"It's true that I'm not married, and I don't have a girlfriend."

"Well, he's a pretty good young man. Since you are from the same school, have you considered developing it?" Gan Shuli, who hated his sister and was eager to marry him, decided to be straightforward and straight to the point.

Gan Meiya raised her head and glanced at her elder brother, and asked, "Brother thinks it's good?"

"Well, not bad." Gan Shuli nodded.

"Brother likes it?"

"...I do like it quite a bit, but mainly you need to like it."

"Since my brother likes it, I'll pay the dowry and let my brother marry him."

"..."

Gan Meiya clearly heard the sound of teeth grinding mixed in the piano music.

After washing up, the alcohol in her body has almost volatilized, Gan Meiya put on a nightgown, put on a mask, and walked into Gan Zhenzhi's room with half-dry long hair, and saw this boy sitting in front of the computer, He stared at the screen seriously, tapped the keyboard with his ten fingers, and a string of numbers jumped onto the screen. He kept pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowning and grinning, and his expression changed so richly that Gan Meiya felt creepy, she raised her hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and the young man said without turning his head, "Wait until I finish the calculation." After finishing speaking, a ray of light flashed through the white lens, and a gleam appeared on his face. The look of determination.

Gan Meiya pressed the mask on her face to make it stick to her face more docilely. She turned her head and looked at the orderly made bed. She leaned back and fell on the soft bed. Too thin was draped over his body, looking at the white ceiling, he sighed softly.

"Auntie, how do you feel when you come back from Supervisor God's house?" Although the sigh was light, it was amplified several times in this quiet room where only the sound of the keyboard being tapped was heard. Character, turning the chair under the buttocks, looked at the aunt who was lying on his bed and sighed, and asked.

"Rich people." Gan Meiya sighed a little louder, "The money I've earned in my life is probably only enough to buy his living room."

"My aunt won't have to work so hard to make money after she gets married." Gan Zhenzhi grinned, revealing eight white teeth.

Gan Meiya sat up, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms, glanced at her nephew, narrowed her dark almond eyes slightly: "Zhenzi wants such a rich uncle ?”

Gan Zhenzhi's expression froze, he suppressed the smile on his face, and became a little serious. He raised his hand and pushed his glasses, thought for a moment, and nodded heavily: "It's not bad to have a rich uncle. My aunt takes care of the money." .”

"Wouldn't it be better for you to take care of the money directly?" Gan Meiya tore off the mask on her face, threw it into Gan Zhenzhi's arms, raised her hand and gently patted her cheek, "When will you marry your father and marry with your aunt? Just say it, and I will offer a double portion of the dowry."

At this moment, Gan Zhenzhi knew that his father had also hit a wall with his aunt, no wonder he came back with a look of stepping on dog shit, he opened his mouth, and changed the subject wisely: "Auntie, what's going on tonight? "

After hearing Gan Zhenzhi's words, Gan Meiya fell into deep thought instead. She lowered her eyes and pinched the pillow in her arms. After a long time, she raised her eyes and glanced at the closed door, and said in a low voice: "Sadako , do you remember what I told you last time?"

Gan Zhenzhi couldn't help being stunned, looked at Gan Meiya in surprise, trying to find the answer from her face, but the aunt and nephew hadn't practiced the miraculous art of sympathy, so no matter how Gan Zhenzhi looked at it, he couldn't understand aunt Where exactly was the "last mentioned thing" mentioned?which thing?

Gan Meiya bent her legs, hugged her calves with her hands, rested her chin on her knees, and said sullenly: "The two of them like each other. Is there something wrong with me doing this?"

Qian Zhenzhi was stunned again, and after a while, he finally understood the meaning of his aunt's words, and asked cautiously: "Are you sure?"

"The probability that they like each other is 99.99%." Gan Meiya replied with a determined face.

"Then there is still a 0.01% probability that they are not lovers." Qian Zhenzhi leaned forward and took a pen and paper from the table, and wrote and calculated.

Gan Meiya glanced at her nephew, Gan Zhenzhi coughed lightly, sat up straight, and asked seriously: "Auntie, is she going to give up?"

"Give up?" Gan Meiya sighed, "If I give up, where can I find such a high-quality man?" Then he sighed again, "Although it's not good to be a three-legged man, two-legged man Men run all over the streets, but two-legged men of such high quality as him are really rarer than three-legged cockroaches."

Qian Zhenzhi didn't say a word. The young man who knew his aunt well knew that if he took up the conversation casually at this time, he probably wouldn't see the sun tomorrow morning, so it was best for him to obediently record this explosive gossip.

"Taking aside his family background, as far as he is concerned, he needs to have a figure, a face, a talent, and a talent. His genes are very good. From a medical point of view, his age is the prime time for a man. Physical fitness is at the best stage." Gan Meiya paused, and turned to look at Gan Zhenzhi who was writing hard.

Receiving the gaze cast by his aunt, Gan Sadaharu stopped the pen in his hand, collected himself, raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and said, "Yuro Sato is also a good candidate."

"But he likes children." Gan Meiya was very satisfied with Gan Zhenzhi's response, and continued, "And he is younger than me, and he always feels like an old cow eating young grass."

"It's only two or three years younger." Gan Zhenzhi replied after flipping through the previous notes.

"I like uncle." Gan Meiya frowned.

"He's only five years older than my aunt." Unaware of the danger, Gan Zhenzhi said what was in his heart. When he realized it and raised his head, his aunt straightened up, raised his chin slightly, and opened his nostrils. Looking at himself, he coughed lightly and asked, "What is the aunt going to do now?"

"Hey..." Gan Meiya sighed three times, pinched the pillow in her arms, and said, "Let's take one step at a time. What if my calculation is wrong, what if they don't like each other?"

"Then what if it's unrequited love?"

"Unrequited love is better than mutual liking. I like challenging things."

Gan Sadaharu babbled and said no more.

"What has Sadako been up to lately? I just saw you smiling so wretchedly." Gan Meiya finished worrying about her own affairs, and planned to take care of her nephew.

"The tennis club has a qualifying match recently, and I'm calculating my odds." Gan Sadaharu took off his glasses, pinched the center of his brows, his slender eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his face.

"The opponent is very strong?" Gan Meiya saw for the first time that his nephew turned on his data mode before the official game.

"This year, a newcomer came to the school. It is said that he has won four consecutive championships in youth tennis in the United States. He is a tennis genius." Gan Zhenzhi put on his glasses again, "He and I just happened to be in Group D, but we both won two games each. At the same time, I am in an unbeaten position, and my opponent in the next game will be him."

"Then what's the odds you've calculated now?"

"51%."

Gan Meiya was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at her nephew with a slightly serious expression, and said, "It's indeed a little lower."

Kanji nodded.

Mo-colored almond eyes turned slightly, Gan Meiya raised her hand and patted Gan Zhenzhi's shoulder: "It's okay, Sadako, you have two percentage points more than the other party, you still have a chance of winning. If you become the Zhengxuan, aunt treats you to dinner."

"Should I choose?" Gan Zhenzhi looked up at Gan Meiya.

"That's right." Gan Meiya nodded slightly, and changed the subject, "But if you don't win the main election, my aunt will treat you to dinner."

"Ah?" There was a look of surprise on Gan Zhenzhi's face.

"McDonald's is full."

"Actually, you want to eat McDonald's."

"Isn't there no one to eat with me?"

"..."

The next day, a refreshed Gan Meiya stood at the entrance of the Ice Emperor Academy, looking at the black Toyota Camry parked not far away, the door of the car he was driving opened, and a boy with purple gray hair came down, and then saw him After locking the car and walking towards her, Gan Miya couldn't help being taken aback, and turned to look behind the young man, but she didn't see the owner of the car.

The young man gradually approached, and his footsteps were a little flimsy. Gan Meiya was startled for a moment, but then she understood. Looking at the young man with black eyes on his lower eyelids, her gaze moved down slightly and landed on his waist. She opened her eyes wide. After scanning around, he raised his hand and patted the boy's shoulder: "Atobe-san, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. Is Director Sakaki alright?"

Hearing this, Atobe touched the position where Gan Meiya's eyes fell, his face darkened, he gave Gan Meiya a white look that didn't suit his image, and left quickly.

Gan Meiya saw it, and automatically and consciously attributed Atobe's behavior as shyness, she shook her head: "Oh, young people nowadays don't know restraint at all."

"Teacher Gan, who doesn't know restraint?" A magnetic voice came from behind.

"Ah, it's Ninzu-san." Gan Miya turned her head, looked at the blue-haired boy who didn't know when was standing behind her, looked him up and down, and said, "Ninzu-san, it's wrong to have a girlfriend too much. not good."

"..." Ren Zuzu, who was confused by a nonsensical sentence, looked at Gan Meiya blankly.

Gan Meiya nodded slightly, turned and left.

Leaving Ren Zu alone in a mess in the wind.

That afternoon, Kanmei learned from the secret agents in the tennis club, Xiang Hiyake and Akutagawa Jiro, that Director Sakaki asked for leave to accompany her niece because her niece came from England.Kanmiya knows that this is only an official statement, but in order to maintain the sacred status of Director Sakaki in the hearts of everyone in the tennis club, she decided to bring this actual reason into the coffin.