Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

During the lunch break, Qiuren received an unfamiliar call, and he had just taken the first bite of the sandwich in his hand. He suppressed the hunger in his belly and pressed the connect button.

There was a boy on the other end of the phone, and his calm voice reminded Qiuren of the Shiba Inu from this morning.

The other party revealed that he was the owner of the Shiba Inu, and as Akito had guessed, he was a member of the Shiro Rin High School basketball club.

Akito told him the exact location of "OTIKA" and asked him to pick up the Shiba Inu there after school in the afternoon, and then called Yamada to inform him that someone would pick up the Shiba Inu in the afternoon.

"You won't come this afternoon?"

Yamada on the other end of the phone seemed to be eating, and the voice coming over was a bit vague.

"The student union has something to deal with."

Qiu Ren replied lightly.

"okay, I get it."

Yamada seems to have swallowed the food in his mouth, but this sentence is quite clear.

"By the way, do you want a dog?"

The young man on the other end of the phone suddenly asked this question.

"Do not want to."

After saying these two words, Qiu Ren simply pressed the hang up button.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Ren looked at the sandwich on the table that he had bitten into, and his stomach felt even more hungry, but at the moment he lost his appetite for no reason.

The student union has a meeting today. Regarding the funding application arrangements for various associations, the vice president has sorted out various materials for him to review. This year, the funding applications of each association are more than in previous years. I was so busy that I couldn't even eat on time.

Bingdi is a school that advocates grades. Whether it is the grades of the students or the grades of the club, the school has set up a scholarship system for the grades of the students. Bingdi's scholarships have always been generous, which is enough to make the students of several surrounding schools envious.As for club funds, as long as the club can bring good results to the school, the school will never be stingy about investing in it.

However, the club's funds are in the hands of the student union, and the student union distributes funds based on the results of each club in the recent competition.

For example, Bingdi's choir is one of the best in the country, and won the championship trophy in the National College Chorus Competition last year. When the student union allocates funds, it will naturally approve the choir's application for funds first.

Baseball clubs, tennis clubs, and volleyball clubs have also broken into national competitions one after another in recent years. The funding applications of these clubs are generally approved faster than other clubs.

All associations need to submit a detailed application for funds before applying for funds. Take basketball clubs as an example, they need to indicate the purchase quantity and cost of basketballs, the repair costs for damaged ball frames, and the requirements for strengthening accommodation, etc. The student union will only approve the expenses incurred after some inspections. This is also to prevent some associations from secretly filling their pockets in the name of training.

When Qiuren came to the meeting room, the huge meeting table was almost full of people, and the vice president sat in the first place on his right. Seeing him coming, he announced the start of the meeting.

As usual, the vice president will first read the names of the clubs that have passed the funding application, and then report the list of clubs that have not passed the application one by one. Failure to pass the funding application does not mean that they are all rejected. The results achieved in recent years will be analyzed, and appropriate reductions will be made on the basis of the funds they have applied for, and finally the amount of funds allocated to them will be determined.

For this system, many associations are quite critical, so every time there is a meeting, there will always be someone who stands up and puts forward rebuttals. After coming and going, the meeting that should have ended in half an hour often drags on for more than two hours.

Qiu Ren was a little out of shape today, and his mind wandered several times during the meeting, but fortunately, he did enough work on the surface, and no one noticed that he was deserting.

After the long debate, no one came forward to raise their opinions. Qiu Ren was just about to announce the end of the meeting when he suddenly found that there was an empty seat in the row on the left.

He remembered that the position should be...

"Why didn't the tennis team come over today?"

Qiuren turned his head to look at the vice president on the right.

The vice president is Nana Matsukawa, who is a third-year student like him. She is a shrewd and capable girl with long brown hair combed into a high ponytail. Whether she is walking or working, she reveals a vigorous temperament. Ice Emperor It is partly due to her that the student union is so efficient.

However, after listening to the words of Qiu Ren who is the president, the face of this strong woman in the student union showed a rare hint of helplessness.

"The tennis department had a new head a few days ago."

Qiu Ren frowned slightly. Logically speaking, the handover of the head of the club should have ended in January, and the tennis club was delayed too long.

Seemingly understanding the doubts of her own president, Matsukawa Nana quickly explained to him.

"The original minister was an active third-year student, but there was a match in the tennis department a few days ago, a first-year student defeated the third-year captain, so the captain's position fell on the first-year freshman. "

"Who is that freshman?"

Nana Matsukawa pursed her lips, and said a name reluctantly, "Kego Atobe."

"It's him."

Qiuren was not surprised to hear this name at all. He had heard about this junior's name, including his brilliant deeds, when he was in junior high school. He did not expect that he would be as high-profile as ever after entering high school.

"Atobe said that he didn't need this poor charity from the student union, and for the next three years, all the funds for the tennis club would be borne by him personally."

When Matsukawa Nana said this, her face was quite ugly. It can be seen that this was her performance after trying her best to restrain herself. She was able to make the vice president of the student union who had always been calm like this, which showed that the high-profile junior was When facing seniors who are two levels higher than him, he did not restrain his temper at all.

The corners of Qiu Ren's mouth rose slightly.

"The funds of the tennis department are not a small expense. Since the head of the tennis department is so considerate and took the initiative to save us expenses, we should thank him. We will save the extra money first. It happens to be the school celebration next week. , Tell the finance department to increase the budget for the school celebration a little bit."

"Ok."

Matsukawa nodded in response.

Qiu Ren walked out of the school gate, a black Bentley parked at the school gate, Qiu Ren opened the back seat door and got in.

"Shall we go eat first?"

The old man sitting in the driver's seat didn't even look back, and asked after the young man in the back seat closed the car door.

"Ah."

"Or the usual one?"

"Ah."

The old man did not speak, his hands in white gloves rested on the steering wheel, and the spacious car was silent.

The old man looked at the slightly tired face of the young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and said slowly, "Master said there will be a family dinner next week."

The young man in the back seat was lying on the soft seat, his slender eyes drooped slightly, and his handsome face did not fluctuate at all, "I see."

There was another silence.

As the sky gradually darkened, the street lights lit up one after another, and colorful neon lights flickered on the tall buildings.The night in Tokyo is always more lively than the daytime. The noisy streets are full of people, and there are young men and women walking on the street arm in arm.

Qiuren tilted his head to look at the scenery outside the window. The colorful neon lights were reflected on the lens of the glasses, but they only stayed on the surface of the lens. After all, they still couldn’t reach the depths of the eyes. Gentle, different from the gentleness in the daytime, the handsome face of the young man looked a little cold against the background of the night.

"Pause."

The young man suddenly asked to stop, and the old man in the driver's seat stepped on the brake with his right foot the moment he said this.

The Shiba Inu who was still lying on his bed in the morning was obediently standing beside a teenager. His relatively thin body could easily be mistaken for a junior high school student, but the uniform he was wearing was a high school uniform.

The boy's eyes and hair were the same light aqua blue, and the expression on his face was as smooth as the voice from the phone at noon.

It really looks like it.

The black-haired young man sitting in the car raised his mouth slightly.

This is probably the so-called object-like master type.

"Uncle Matsumoto, go back directly."

He said to the old man in the driver's seat.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

The old man asked through the rearview mirror of the car.

The young man shook his head, "Not going."

The old man looked at the boy and the Shiba Inu outside the window, "Does the young master want to raise a dog?"

"Do not want to."

Qiuren gave this answer for the second time today.

The black Bentley drove away slowly. The Shiba Inu who had been squatting next to the owner waiting for the green light suddenly turned around and barked at the leaving Bentley.

"Number two, what's the matter?"

The owner with similar eyes looked down at it.

The Shiba Inu didn't respond, but just stared at the distant car with those blue eyes motionless until it completely disappeared from the field of vision.

……

6:45 in the morning.

The mobile phone placed by the bed began to buzz and vibrate, and a white hand stretched out from the coffee-colored quilt to fumble for the glasses placed by the bed last night.

In the end, what he touched was a warm and furry thing.

Most of the face in the middle was chocolate-colored, and the kitten tilted its head and let out a cute "meow".

Akito wiped his face, put on his glasses expressionlessly, and then called Yamada.

"Bring me a bag of cat food."

"Since when did your house become an animal shelter?"

Yamada looked at the Himalayan cat huddled in the corner of the table and slowly nibbled on the cat food, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"You take it to the store first, and then post a news about the lost cat on the Internet. Try to find some well-known forums."

Qiu Ren stood in front of the full-length mirror, slowly tying the tie around his neck.

"Why! It wasn't enough to let me watch the dog for you yesterday, but let me watch the cat for you today! Was I specially hired by you to be an animal breeder?!"

When Yamada heard this, his whole body exploded immediately, and he kept yelling to quit.

"Gaoqiao just sent me last month's performance yesterday..."

Akito glanced back at him, and Yamada, who was still yelling about the evil capitalism oppressing the poor labor force, immediately fell silent.

When school was about to end, Yamada sent him a text message saying that the owner of the cat had been found, and he had just come to his shop to pick up the cat.

He also added later, the owner of the cat is a junior high school student, he looks pretty good, but his personality is a bit stinky.

Qiu Ren clicked the delete button after reading the text message, and the information display interface returned to a gleaming white area again.

The next morning, Akito looked at the plate of soba noodles on the pillow and was silent for a moment, then picked up his cell phone and called Yamada.

"What? What did you pick up again? Dogs? Cats? Rabbits? Birds? Do I need to bring carrots or bugs this time?!"

Yamada, who had been disturbed in his dreams for several days in a row, scratched his chicken coop hair a little irritably, with obvious complaints in his tone.

Qiu Ren waited patiently for the person on the other end of the phone to finish complaining, and when he finally stopped complaining, Qiu Ren glanced at the plate of plain soba noodles on the pillow, showing a rare hint of confusion on his usually calm face.

"What should you eat with soba noodles?"

The author has something to say:

Can any little angel guess whose cat this is?

Keywords: hat, fart, left-handed

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