The solar system is broken

After dinner.

Another person looked at a bed and started to have trouble.

Kawahara blinked, "How about... we... make do..."

"No."

The writer's wheels pressed against the creaking mahogany floor, like a mockery of women.

After rummaging through the large vertical closet in the master bedroom for a long time, he took out a bed and took it out, "You sleep in the study room."

"But..." Kawahara looked at the room across the door, "There's no bed there either~"

The writer dragged his chin and fell into deep thought. He had been alone before, so how could he have two beds? Even if friends came, they would sleep in the same bed (men and women were not limited).

After taking a look at the bumpy Kawayuan, the writer frowned and made do with it?

Sichuan Yuan smiled sweetly, but the writer shuddered. For no reason, this was the first time Sichuan Yuan smiled like this. He shook his head fiercely. What would happen if this Sichuan Yuan killed someone in his dream?

"Make a floor or use a book mat."

"Nani?!"

Close the door, turn off the lights, and move smoothly.

Chuan Yuan was left alone in the messy living room.

...

After all, the ground was too hard for a soft bed. Sichuan Yuan couldn't sleep, and the urge to urinate still came late at night.

Rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes, Kawahara groped his way to the toilet. When he passed by, he saw a faint light in the writer's room through the crack in the door, and he was also confused.

Then he tiptoed to the door, and when he glanced inside, he saw that the writer was snoring, and Kawahara clenched his fists and muttered, "Sleep to death!"

The writer grunted so frightened Sichuan Yuan that he staggered and pressed his face to the door.

"Sister~Dad..." the writer murmured, sweating profusely.

I had a nightmare...it turned out that I was still a child.

Only then did Chuan Yuan see clearly that the computer screen on his desk was still on, with a picture of Jiang Che on the screen saver.

I thought to myself, seeing how pitiful you are, sister, I will show mercy and help you shut down.

I carefully opened the door and came in, moved the mouse, and the screensaver automatically receded.

On the desktop, I saw densely packed learning materials, mostly audio and video files, plus documents.

He is indeed a scholar. It is no wonder that he has strong academic ability after studying like this.

I also secretly thought that this person was so careless, so I had to kindly help the writer turn off his computer.

Didi didi!

But I saw Penguin’s Yichunyuan group chat lighted up.

Sichuan Yuan:??

Yichunyuan? Isn’t that the kind? Chuan Yuan’s face turned red with embarrassment.

Secretly calling the writer obscene, perverted, and the male protagonist of the light novel.

But looking back at the writer who was sleeping soundly, Kawahara felt a little restless in his heart.

She comforted herself, she was just curious, so she clicked, just once.

Click.clik~

Spring flowers: (pictures and photos)

Madam: The girl is pretty good.

Madam: If you are more charming, you will be more attractive.

Xia Hua: I don’t know how to do it. I’m just a little bit more charming.

Chunhua: You are so smart when you talk like this~

Xia Hua: (Photos)

A woman drags her chin, tilts her head, and squints seductively.

The whole outfit is also very revealing, wearing a lace bikini, showing off the female curves.

Turn it off and your face will turn redder.

But...looking back at the bed again, the writer's snoring gradually became louder.

Just take a look, really just take a look and open it.

She has an oval face, a slim waist, white and tender skin, and slender thighs. She is extremely charming.

The drawn chin and pinched figure are quite alluring.

Sichuan Yuan: Gan! This woman is covering her chin. Does she have a toothache?

Kawahara imitated the woman's posture and looked indignant.

He waved his hands and pouted and said, "I don't think it looks very good. Why do men like this kind of thing?"

Xia Hua: No, I just have a little tea~

Chunhua: Sister~Sister~ If you post photos like this, giegie won’t be excited, right?

Spring flowers: (pictures and photos)

A woman's front and back curled up, sticking out her tongue and licking a popsicle. One eye was staring directly at Kawahara outside the screen.

"Hmm~" Kawahara's head was buzzing like a boiling kettle.

Chuan Yuan: Diaomin!! I’m not afraid of your tongue sticking up.

Chuan Yuan covered her face with her cold hands, and a feeling of shame overflowed in her body.

Madam: Dear friends, I'm sorry that I have to come out on top.

Madam: (pictures and photos)

Only the upper body is visible, and the face cannot be seen, but the peaks and mountains, the waves breaking like angry waves, can be seen clearly.

Madam: Oh!

Nothing else was seen. Kawahara only noticed the "e".

Sichuan Yuan:Gan!!!!

Chuan Yuan stretched out his hand and lifted his little dumpling. It was so small, so...

A feeling of loss.

Stretch out your hand and gesture, the carrying capacity of half a hand, and the carrying capacity of one pair of hands~

This hateful computer conveys such evil thoughts. Finger flipping, silently chanting the spirit in the air, listening to my call, sealing this opportunity of desire.

Spring flowers:!!!

Xia Hua:!!!

Two people: (Vulgar expressions.)

So bold.

Madam: Woohaha~

Chuan Yuan got excited and banged his head on the computer. This sound also woke up the writer on the bed.

The writer rubbed his eyes and looked at Chuan Yuan in a haze as he blocked the computer screen and clicked the mouse in a panic.

"すまない(I'm sorry)", bowed his head.

The writer frowned, what was this stupid woman doing, "What are you doing?"

"Uh, your computer is not turned off, I..." There is nowhere to place your fingers, pointing back and forth randomly.

Judging from the torture micro-expression, she told a big lie.

"It's okay, there are some important contents in it. Just don't delete it." There is nothing else in the writer's computer except the manuscript and his research results.

Kawahara: He really thinks those are important things.

Man, hum.

"what's on your mind?"

The writer squinted his eyes and looked at the computer screen sideways, and a picture flashed by quickly.

"No." Kuangdang closed the computer.

"Go to bed and take care of yourself." The writer turned over, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

Kawahara stuck out his tongue and muttered, "I'm afraid it's you who should take care of yourself. Can you stand three women?"

Writer: "Huh?? What are you talking about?"

"Pay attention to your body, pay attention to your body, hehe." He forced out an awkward smile.

The writer covered himself with a quilt and whispered, "I've been very careful. I've been spending a lot of money lately and I'm taking all the medicine."

Kawayuan's head was buzzing, and she didn't know how to get out of the writer's bedroom.

Take medicine, consume, recently.

Sure enough, the dragon's essence and tiger's strength were strong, and the golden gun never fell back. Kawahara thought bitterly, men are all wretched.

Chuan Yuan closed the door and went to the study to sleep.

The dog inside was wagging its tail to invite pets. Chuan Yuan hugged the dog and felt a little angry for no reason.

One person and one dog slept together.

The dog barked several times during the night. The writer was woken up several times, but he didn’t think much about it. Who doesn’t have a nightlife? Long live understanding.

10 hours without talking.

After 56 hours of darkness, the sun rises slowly from the east.

It's just that compared to normal rising, his speed is much faster.

That's because it's blocked by flying stars, not a normal night.

The rain stopped.

The soft beam of light touched the writer's window and covered the young man's face with warm golden color.

There was no trace of the overnight storm on this young writer's face.

I got out of bed, got into the wheelchair, and opened the window. The smell after the rain was very good.

The fragrance of cinnamon after autumn blends with the soil, drifting in the tranquility, refreshing the heart and mind.

The wet emotions spread across this land, it was very moist.

After 56 hours of cooling, it was very cold outside, and the biting cold wind stirred up the writer's long hair.

Gentle like a lover's hand, gently passing through the hair, so cool, yet so comfortable.

He tapped his knuckles lightly on the railing, and an inexplicable poetic feeling wandered in his chest, but he couldn't express it. If he did, he would become a feather.

"There are dust stains and wine stains on my clothes, and I have traveled far and wide...and my soul is still there."

No, the writer shook his head, bad.

But I heard a burst of laughter from behind, "It's so ecstatic."

The writer nodded and shook his head again, but it was still wrong and he couldn't tell.

"Humph," Chuan Yuan leaned back, rubbing the bags under his eyes, and there was a lot of anger in his tone.

The writer sighed, "Alas" he didn't have the poet's life but got the poet's disease, literati.

I stopped thinking too much and said, "There are a lot of things going on today."

Didi didi~

Penguin reminds you that the next 10 hours will be daytime, cloudy and sunny, with temperatures ranging from -3 to 28 degrees, southeasterly winds of level 4-6, and humidity of 60%.

"Hmm? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to meet someone, apply for insurance, and buy you a bed." The writer has nothing to hide.

"People??" Sichuan Yuan was selectively deaf. She only heard people, "Men and women?"

Men and women, the writer thought for a while. Qiuhua said before that there is only one man in the group, and that is the woman.

Seeing that he still refused to say that he thought it was him, Kawahara felt something was wrong in his heart, so he muttered, "Pervert."

Kawahara said too much, but the writer didn't care, "You can say whatever you like."

Turning the wheelchair with his hand, he was about to reach the computer desk, and reached out to turn on the computer.

When Kawahara saw the writer's movements, he suddenly remembered that he walked too fast last night and left the penguin pictures on his computer open.

Something bad is going on, if he finds out...

"That..." Kawayuan went over, stopped the writer, and pushed him away.

"What's wrong? I still have to work?"

Kawahara smiled and said, "You watch the dog for me, and I'll go cook. Let's talk about work later."

He reached behind his back and gently lifted the flip cover, pressing the upper right button for three seconds.

"Weng~" turn off the phone.

"What sound?"

"Am I hungry?"

The writer is suspicious and has to go to the other side to check the computer.

"Watch the dog, otherwise it will be too noisy and I won't be able to cook." Impatient.

The writer raised his head and glanced at Kawahara, "Are you sure you want me to watch the dog?"

"Yeah," Kawahara nodded, grinned awkwardly, and touched his nose with his left hand.

writer:...

Kawahara squinted his eyes and muttered, "You don't do serious things anyway."

Writer, "Nari? (What)"

"いいえ(iie无)", Kawahara didn't want to explain, lest he be exposed.

The writer looked inquiringly, "I thought I heard a shutdown just now..."

"No," Kawayuan pushed the cart hard.

No matter how much the writer shouted, he just ignored it.

The listless dog looked at the writer being pushed out of the room and suddenly jumped up and down with joy.

Gouzi: You are noble...

The writer and Gouzi looked at each other, speechless, and they both felt disgusted by looking at each other.

"Ouch~~Ouch~~" The dog howled in despair.