General Man: Here I Am Again, I Don't Want To Be A Shift

Sanjiu's room is a Japanese style visible to the naked eye, and although there are not many decorations in the room, everything reveals the girl's preferences.

There is a traditional Japanese tea table by the window, a tatami mat near the bed, and Sanjiu's laptop and a pair of blue headphones on the side table.

On the wall, there is a poster of "Wind Forest Volcano" and a picture frame that has been tucked into a quilt to reveal a corner.

Although Sanjiu didn't want others to know that she liked the Warring States warriors, the full Japanese style in the room had already exposed her preferences.

In fact, he was more curious about the picture frame hidden in the quilt by Sanjiu, the picture frame only showed one corner, and from where he was sitting, he could only see a red carpet, like a red carpet.

"Sanjiu, can I take a look at the photo in that frame?" Jiang Cheng's gaze fell on Sanjiu, who was looking down at the table and didn't know what he was doing.

In fact, he was a little uncomfortable sitting on Sanjiu's bed, he could clearly smell the fragrance coming from the quilt, and his mind was struggling with whether it was the girl's body odor or the smell of laundry detergent.

It was only a while after eating, Xiao Buried and Tsuchima Taiping left in a panic, and did not even give Jiang Cheng a chance to stay, leaving only two hurried backs as if they were fleeing.

Before he could sit hot on the sofa, he was hurriedly dragged to her room by Sanjiu, and what made him even more flustered was Ernai's cold gaze, which simply made his back cold.

"Huh? Dame! Can't see... I... I have something for you.."

Sanjiu's arms didn't know what was stuffed in it, but she puffed up her blue coat.

She walked to the bedside in a panic and tucked the picture frame under the pillow, with a look of panic on her face that was not easy to detect.

If this photo is known by Jiang Cheng.......

Sanjiu turned his back to Jiang Cheng and stretched out his hand to rub his somewhat hot face before pursing his lips and turning to face Jiang Cheng.

"Is it a gift? As long as it is sent by Sanjiu, I like it. Jiang Cheng's gaze retracted from the picture frame, and he looked at Sanjiu, whose body was trembling a little, and comforted him softly.

In his previous life, he received many gifts from girls, such as Louis Denweil's belt, or a Rolex watch, and what so-called 4090 graphics cards and PS5.

Even he has received a lot of sports cars from rich women, Ferrari and GTR.

What will Sanjiu send? Is it a key chain in the shape of a katana? Or maybe it's a Japanese-style trinket?

Sanjiu's breathing was slightly rapid, and she exhaled a few deep breaths hard, and took out the rectangular box wrapped in black gift paper in her arms.

The outermost black gift paper has a beautiful gold bow, the corners should be glued with double-sided tape or glue, and there are several gold fonts in the corners of the box.

"Jiang Chengjun Harvest - Nakano Sanjiu Shang."

Jiang Cheng took the gift box from Sanjiu's hand and found that her hand was still shaking nervously, and as the gift box arrived in his hand, the frequency of shaking was even higher.

The weight of the gift box was very light, and there was no slight collision sound of anything, and Jiang Cheng even guessed that it contained a pair of light items such as socks.

Or a simulated Japanese short knife? So that I can use my belly to kill myself?

"Can I take it apart now?" Jiang Cheng tugged at the golden bow tied on the box, and asked softly with the idea of pulling it away.

"Yes.." Sanjiu seemed to have some unease, his legs in black silk had been rubbing each other, and there was a layer of red between his white and tender necks.

This was the first time Jiang Cheng saw Sanjiu's blushing and shy appearance, and even Jiang Cheng, who had not stained a leaf in the thousands of flowers in his previous life, felt his heartbeat.

Jiang Cheng squeezed his hand to force himself back to his senses, and with just a gentle pull, the golden bow easily spread out.

The box wrapped under the black gift paper seemed to be glued by itself with pieces of paper, but it unexpectedly emitted a fragrance exactly the same as the smell on the sheet.

Jiang Cheng carefully opened the box, and a red rose came into his eyes.

No, strictly speaking, this is not a rose, under the sunlight outside the window, Jiang Cheng can see that the petals of the rose are slightly reflected.

This is supposed to be a handmade rose made of some very thin material, and if you look closely, you will notice that the red petals and the lines on the green leaves are drawn one by one.

Moreover, at the junction between the petals and the petals, you can see the places where the small pinholes and red silk threads are connected.

And every detail of the rose is no different from the real flower, if placed in a place with weak sunlight, it can be fake.

Jiang Cheng suddenly became a little silent, just looking at the rose lying quietly in the box.

"Don't you like it? .... Or am I not good enough..." The tears in Sanjiu's eyes flickered slightly in the sunlight, and she looked at the indifferent Jiang Cheng and felt inexplicably flustered.

She really worked hard, she didn't know what Jiang Cheng liked, so she used the preferences she remembered Jiang Cheng had when he was a child to make this rose.

She looked it up on the Internet, boys like racing cars or robots, or all kinds of game consoles, but the money she saved can't afford to buy those high-priced gifts...

"I'm sorry. I.. I'll pay attention next time .." Sanjiu bit his lip lightly with his teeth, holding back tears rolling in his eyes.

Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up, his eyes stared straight at Sanjiu, and then forcefully hugged Sanjiu into his arms.

Jiang Cheng's height was almost two heads taller than Sanjiu, and he could easily put Sanjiu's head against his chest so that she could hear her heartbeat.

"The time you lost for this rose makes this rose irreplaceable."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and rested his chin on Sanjiu's head, and this sentence was directly said by him.

This phrase means, "You have given a lot of time to this rose, and it is because of the time you have lost for this rose that it has become irreplaceable." "

What age is not the moral bottom line, he Jiang Cheng's moral bottom line is very flexible.

"This gift is the best gift I have ever received." Jiang Cheng rubbed Sanjiu's head, he suddenly felt that his chest was wet, and the cold touch made him a little distracted.

"Whaa Great.." Sanjiu put his head on Jiang Cheng's chest, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating in his ears, and the tears that were still accumulated in his eyes just now flowed uncontrollably.

this rose.... is our agreement: I knew you'd love it...

.......

"Ninai? What are you doing? May held a bag of cookies in his hand, stretched out his finger and poked Ernai, who was lying in front of Sanjiu's door eavesdropping, with deep doubts in his eyes.

"Nothing. Sure enough, it was still a step late: Cut, next time it will definitely be me winning.

Futano turned around and covered May's mouth to keep her from making a sound again, making sure that the people in the room didn't notice before turning away with May.

But only she knew how unwilling she was in her heart.