Tokyo host

Chapter 138 It's Not So Good
[Futaba Makoto: I heard you went back to Osaka, did something important happen? ]
After sending a message to Tang Xiaoke, Futaba Cheng slowly put down his phone - today is the second day after Tang Xiaoke left, and also the second day of the school festival.

Perhaps because the concert was very successful, the idol department got what they wanted.

A kind of attachment is satisfied.

Today, Makoto Futaba is almost ready to perform in a drama on stage.Because the script has been modified by magic, he is not sure whether the plot written by Megumi Takahashi is attractive.

If he was indirectly involved in the performance of the Idol Department, then he is like Tang Xiaoke today, his performance largely determines the audience's attitude towards their works.

He didn't stay up late last night, but got a good night's sleep to avoid sleepiness.

So early in the morning, after he sent Tang Xiaoke a message, he got up and took a shower.

Brushing his teeth and washing his face, Makoto Futaba looked at himself in the mirror, but inadvertently noticed that the bathtub next to him was full of small mud dots - there was no doubt that these were the paw prints of cat-like creatures.

This paw print also appeared last time, Futaba Makoto also caught the culprit and dragged him to take a bath together.

Who knew it would appear again today.

"Merlin!" Futaba Makoto said immediately.

At this time, half of the small head slowly stuck out from the back door of the door frame, as if looking at something: "Meow?"

"Come in."

After hearing what Makoto Futaba said, Merlin had no choice but to move his chubby body little by little, and finally appeared at his feet and raised his head: "Mi~"

"Go to the bathtub and see what that is." Makoto Futaba glanced at it, and then kicked its ass with his slippers.

Merlin had no choice but to stand up and lie on the edge of the bathtub to look in, no doubt it noticed the little muddy footprints, then turned around a little timidly, it licked its nose with its tongue, and then turned its head away to pretend Act innocent.

"You won't get your paws dirty when you go to the street or stay at home, right?" Makoto Futaba asked.

"Meow."

Futaba Makoto sighed, then picked up the shower on the side and gave this guy a good wash.Cats don't like water, but perhaps knowing that they made a mistake, Merlin honestly took a bath under the shower.

After finishing all this, Makoto Futaba wiped his hands and walked out of the room.

"Good morning, Brother Acheng." In the morning, Yuko seemed to get up very early, and she came around with a small smile on her face.

"Morning, Yuko." Seeing the little girl who was sticking to him, Makoto Futaba reached out and pinched her baby fat face, "Where's your sister?"

"Go out for a run!"

"It's really energetic." Makoto Futaba couldn't help but sigh, Nana's physique in the morning is really enviable.

"When will Sister Tang Xiaoke come back?"

"Maybe in a few days, let's go down and have breakfast."

"Ah."

After arriving on the first floor, the dining table had been tidied up. Kaoru Suzuki, who was standing in the kitchen not far away, was tasting the soup with a saucer. For some reason, Makoto Futaba looked at her back and felt that Kaoru Suzuki was not in a good mood it is good.

"Morning, Suzuki." Makoto Futaba walked over.

"Morning." All he got was a cold response.

Although it looked the same as usual, Makoto Futaba was keenly aware of something:
"Are you... in a bad mood?"

"I think you misunderstood." Suzuki Kaoru glanced at him, then handed over the dish in his hand, "Taste the saltiness."

"Is that so, I always feel that something is wrong with you." Makoto Futaba subconsciously took a sip of the soup inside and found that it tasted quite good.

Kaoru Suzuki pulled her sideburns behind her ears, exposing her small ears, which was her habitual action.

Many times, she likes to do this action when she has something on her mind.

"There is something buried in my heart and I have been suppressing it all the time, but something will happen." Futaba Cheng smiled.

"I am used to listening to other people's troubles, so it is difficult to tell my own troubles to others." Suzuki Kaoru said.

"why?"

"No why."

"You can tell me if you have troubles, no problem." Futaba Makoto pointed to himself.

"Do not want to."

"Your answer is really not cute."

"I like my uncutness."

The two were chattering as usual, but it could be seen that Kaoru Suzuki's expression relaxed a lot. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and then she picked up a piece of baked bacon: "Eat."

Futaba Makoto took it and put it in his mouth, the smell of burnt fragrance filled his mouth, he wondered: "Do you want to taste it?"

"No, because this will stop your mouth."

"It's too much."

Breakfast was ready soon, but Nana hadn't come back in the morning, and Gong Bai Yuyou also got up late as usual.

"My sister said she will be back now." Yuko who was sitting on the seat said holding the phone.

"Then I'll go wake Gong Bai up." Futaba Makoto stood up as usual and went to Gong Bai Yuyou's room to wake her up.

After all, as a book artist, Gong Baiyuyou of course has the habit of staying up late.

"Gong Bai, do you want to get up and have breakfast, or do you want to sleep for a while like yesterday?" Futaba Cheng asked.

There was no response from inside, but the door was still unlocked.

Futaba Makoto hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the door - the scene that greeted his eyes made Futaba Makoto's eyes widen, because the floor was full of draft paper, even piled up like a hill.

"Gong Bai?" Futaba Makoto looked around and found that Gong Baiyu was not in the room.

out?
when.

Just when Makoto Futaba was wondering, the "small mountain" in front of him suddenly reacted, it trembled, and finally a delicate face emerged from it.

That cold face was naturally Gong Baiyu's.

"Why are you in there?" Makoto Futaba closed the door casually and approached the pile of papers. He reached in and tried to pull Gong Baiyu out.

But after reaching in, the hand was warm and soft, Makoto Futaba was stunned for a moment, this is...

At this time, although Gong Baiyuyou's face did not change, her ears turned red at an astonishing speed.

"Sorry." Futaba Cheng reacted and took a step back, but because his feet slipped on the wooden floor on the drawing, he finally fell into the drawing.

The drawing paper slipped and submerged him directly.

But then, he felt that someone was directly pressing him down. After Shuangye Cheng pushed aside the sketch with his hands, Gong Bai Yuyou's pretty face was close at hand, and his jewel-like eyes were staring at him.

The snow-white skin is a bit dazzling under the light, but because it is half covered by the drawing paper, it gives a more violent visual impact.

Her cheeks were a little itchy, because Gong Baiyu's drooping black temple hair was touching his face, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to suck in Futaba Cheng's mind.

"That..." There was still residual heat in the palm of his hand, Futaba Makoto coughed dryly.

It seems that things are not going well.

(End of this chapter)