Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

[Then congratulations to Mr. Ba Bai in the mailbox for the victory, I will prepare enough surprises for Mr. Ba Bai, don't be too surprised when you come back.] Looking

at the message sent on the phone, Ba Bai hooked the corner of his mouth.

Then grabbed the ingredients next to him and threw them into the pot in front of him, and a hand spatula moved at will.

Holding the phone in the other hand, he typed the reply with a click.

[Can't you talk about it in advance?] Quite curious. [

No, after all, it's a surprise, but I really didn't expect that Mr. Babai could defeat the former champion so easily. The

person on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised, which made Ba Bai a little proud.

It's just that pride didn't last a moment before it was replaced by stiffness.

[It's just that that kind of playing always feels that whoever is on can do it...]

The breath froze, and the white fingers brought out the afterimage.

[Hammer! Micro-exercise! Micro exercise, you know? If it weren't for skill, what you saw in the live broadcast was a thin man with a bamboo knife and poked a strong man's dog's head. 【

Although Mr. Babai always exposes his true species in chats, no matter how many times he sees it, he still has an indescribable feeling. 【

(white eyes)】

【Also, I hope that Mr. Ba Bai can teach Jia Baili what independence is when he comes back, and always say your name from time to time, which will always make people feel like a lonely dog waiting for the owner of work to come home.

"Babai." A familiar and somewhat unfamiliar female voice sounded from outside the kitchen door.

Bahaku glanced up, and Mai Sakurajima leaned against the door, quietly watching herself.

Fingers tapped on the phone.

[It's okay, at least I will flush the toilet by myself and.........]

"How did you come up with the idea?" What about them?

"They're talking, and I can't plug in, so let's see if there's anything I need help with." Mai Sakurajima walked to Babai, looked at the stir-fried dishes in the pot, got closer to smell it, and said with a smile.

"It's delicious."

[And what?] Mr. Ba Bai has successfully raised people into waste, I am really worried about myself now, in case I am inadvertently raised like that, can I still take care of myself in the future? The

spoon in his hand stirred a few times in the pot.

"Did you suddenly find that Mr. Babeth will be a lot, and suddenly a little charming?"

[Is that bad?] I also want someone to raise me to waste so that I can lie down all day playing games and do nothing.

"Chefs who can cook are popular everywhere, but it's a pity that Mr. Babeth is not among them."

【...... What a humble dream, then you should work hard for it, I will not help you go further and further along the way, well, next Miss Kasumi Shiko has to work, please don't bother me if you have something to do, after all, the author who has interrupted his thoughts will be angry. The

finger lost well, and then sent, Ba Bai put the mobile phone in place, and looked at Mai Sakurajima beside him helplessly.

"If Miss Sakurajima came here to hit me, that's fine, Mr. Babei is sad now, can I ask you to go back?"

"Don't, after all, I originally came to see if there was anything I needed help, did Mr. Babai bear to let me go back so gray?" Sakurajima leaned against the workbench, his index finger bent, and he put it on the tip of his nose, looking pitiful.

It's just that the act of looking at Ba Bai for a while, and lowering her head for a while, it's really hard for people not to know what she pretends.

"Maybe a little just now, but it's hard not to bear it now."

Although the pan is not the best upside down, but as a stubborn person in the country, Ba Bai still turned the pot upside down.

Actually, it's quite good....

Raised his left hand, with the gesture of Brother Yan, extended his index finger and pointed to the workbench behind him.

"Shred the meat and two green peppers, cut the tomatoes into chunks, then boil some water and throw the cabbage and melon over there, and I'll open the seasoning in a moment."

Took out a plate, casually poured the contents of the pot, and put the pot under the faucet and flushed.

"Although the style of three dishes and one soup is a little small, as long as the portion is enough, after all, more is really troublesome."

"Good." Sakurajima nodded, put on his apron, and cut meat with something that could only be used as a fruit knife in Babai's hometown.

"Why not make some braised pork and... Sweet and sour tenderloin or something? I've eaten it and it feels pretty good. "

“？" Babai glanced at Sakurajima in surprise, and then complained.

"You've read too many novels, haven't you? Does braised pork not take time? And as far as you are here, the one with some fat is called pork belly, I can't call it to the door, I have to pick the tenderloin myself, otherwise I'm really afraid to make some messy things over, isn't it troublesome? "

Oh." Sakurajima looked at Bahaku stunned.

The little bit of foodie light that Babai's body emitted just now was so shining.

"If you want to eat, when you go back and buy ingredients, I can make them."

Grease a completely dry pan.

Bahaku turned to look at Sakurajima.

"Did you bring the keys to your house?"

"Brought it." Sakurajima nodded, then glanced at Ba Bai.

"Why, do you want me to match it for you?"

He took the plate of ingredients from Sakurajima and poured it casually into the pot.

"Oh, no need, ask."

..................

In the rented house, Rinko wrapped her hands around her chest and rubbed her eyebrows.

Mizukawa lay by the window, watching the setting sun and the bustling street lamps and only a light moon night sky could be seen.

For the first time, the two fell into silence when they were alone.

Mizukawa, who is usually grinning, can always look for topics at this time, or lie on the bed and flip through books.

But now, apparently, no one has the desire to speak.

"I always remember what it seemed like we were going to take care of when Ba Bai left, but I can't remember it now." Silent for a long time, rare, Mizukawa frowned, a puzzled look.

"I feel a little bit of that too." Sitting dignified in the chair, he was a little anxious, and his ankles were twisting uneasily.

“...... What to do..." Walking back to the bed, Mizukawa hummed weakly.

"If Ba Bai comes back and finds that we all forgot, will he be angry."

"Yes, no." Tsuko's hand quietly touched the position of the heart.

There, the fluctuations of the heart gradually increase.

Guilt and insecurity also gradually rose.

"If Ba Bai comes back, I will take this responsibility."

"It's not a question of taking on or not taking it."

His face was completely buried in the quilt, but because the fulcrum was too high, it seemed that it was a little difficult to breathe.

"It's a matter of trust, the first time I heard the commission, I smashed it, I'm really..."

"It's okay, I'll take it, it's okay to be angry or angry."

Taking a long breath, Tsuko got up and walked to the window.

The cool cold wind caressed his face, making his brain a little clear.

But the confusion is even worse.

Close the window.

Tsuko walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Drip!"

The sound of the door unlocking came from the door.

Mizukawa's face couldn't help but stiffen a little.

Even the always steady Yanzi subconsciously tightened his body.

Carrying a plate.

Ba Bai walked in, glanced at the two people by the bed, and raised his eyebrows.

"Come and help, clean up the table and help me pour a glass of water, thank you."