I just want to be a regular writer

Cat Cao noticed the movement in the house and opened his eyes lazily, squinted at the hairless cat, patted a leaf on the hairless cat's head, and then continued to doze--animals are animals, and they are nothing.

Jiliang Jiying's attention did not stay on the cat grass and the hairless cat for too long. After looking down at the time, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

——Yoshihiro Kira got up after half an hour, smelling the fragrance from the kitchen.

He shook his somewhat dizzy head, realized that the scent was wafting out of the kitchen, and sat up, and then finished washing as quickly as possible.

When he went to the kitchen, his son had already put the egg porridge on the table and was getting pickled vegetables from the refrigerator.

"Jiying?"

"Huh? Get up?" Jiliang Jiying looked up at his father, then smiled and said softly: "It's almost 8 o'clock, have breakfast."

Kira Yoshihiro instinctively felt that something was wrong, even if it was actually started in the morning in the past few years.

He hesitated and responded and sat down at the table.

'It seems to be in a much better mood'

Yoshihiro Kira didn't understand what was going on, so he raised his eyes slightly and watched his son eat slowly.

And Jiliang Jiying is leisurely refreshing the homepage of the news software with his mobile phone, occasionally raising his eyebrows after seeing novel news.

He has not eaten much, and soon put down his chopsticks.

"wait for me a while."

Jiliang Jiying glanced at the porridge in his father's bowl, and when he found that it was almost finished there, she got up and walked to the living room.

Not long after, he returned with a medicine kit.

"Jiying?"

"Huh? Don't move, I'll look at the wound." Jiliang Jiying frowned, unwrapped the bandage on his father's head, and threw aside, looking down at the wound.

"The processing is too rough."

He commented, but he breathed a sigh of relief—the temperature has not yet risen, and the wound is not deep, so even if he just handled it randomly, there was no deterioration.

He disinfected the wound in no time, and only after he was sure he didn't need to go to the hospital for further treatment, he began to bandage the wound.

Throughout the whole process, Kiraji Ying said only those two sentences.

After doing everything he had, he put away the medicine box and walked to the living room.With his right foot stepping out of the kitchen boundary, Kira Yoshikage turned his head back to meet his father's gaze.After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "Don't worry, it's okay."

Everything is peaceful, unlike the unexplained but inexplicable busyness of the past few days.

Jiliang Jiying leaned on the chair in the garden, slowly flipping through the professional books, and guessed in her heart that if the class is still in class at this time, then with the extremely leap-forward way of thinking of the professor in this course, probably this book should also be taught. It's all over the place.

He put down his book in the sun and took out his phone to flip through the address book.

-There are not many contacts in the address book.

Even if Yoshihiro Yoshihiro, April 1st Lilith, Azusa Sasaki, and Teru Asakura are included, there are fewer than twenty people.

Kira Yoshikage's gaze stopped on Kishimoto Castle's name, and he was silent for a moment before he was shocked-"Mr. Kishimoto hasn't come to reminder for a long time."

I'm not used to it.

Jiliang Jiying laughed and put down the phone.

This kind of almost idle leisure continued until the afternoon was approaching the evening, when Sasaki Azusa's call was made when Yoshikage Kira bowed his head and frowned while cooking crabs.

Yoshikage Kira wiped his hands and answered the phone: "Sasaki."

"Kira-kun." Sasaki Azusa's voice revealed slight exhaustion, but brought good news: "Risa Fukada's apartment in Arisukawa Harue."

Jiliang Jiying raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, then smiled and said, "Really? I know."

"Kira-kun wants to pass now?"

"...Wait." Jiliang Jiying looked up at the time and responded with a smile: "I'm making dinner, and I may have to go out close to 6 o'clock."

There was a noticeable pause in Azusa Sasaki's voice, presumably he was taken aback.

After that, she said "OK" and pulled the topic away.She talked about Fernando’s "daydreaming" rules that Fernando had found without a haste, and she also told some worrying words such as "be careful" and "do not behave alone if you need help". Just hung up the phone.

108 hours?

Jiliang Jiying held the phone in silence for a while, and shook his head.

Time is not important.

"very soon."

Risa Fukada glanced at the time and went to the kitchen to cook dinner for herself.

She noticed that the people who were watching her did not take any action. Of course, she was very sure about one thing-Yoshikage Kira and Azusa Sasaki are very good. If Yoshikage Kira... Come to her personally instead of borrowing from anyone.

in conclusion.

——Even if she is being watched, she is safe.

Anyway, they don't know the rules of "daydreaming", and days of caution will only make them miss the best time to start.

As the time for "safety" approached, Risa Fukada's mood became visible to the naked eye.

She even called and ordered a pizza, and now she's going to make her own salad. The only regret is that the Japanese pizza is not authentic. If the fat guy Polbo sees that exotic pizza is added so much What seems strange to the Italians will probably go away?

Risa Fukada lowered her head and laughed, bending over to look for salad vinegar in the cupboard.

This kind of life alone will soon come to an end.

Soon, Jiliang Jiying will become alone because of his nature, and at that time, she will become the only person who can understand him.

What April 1st Lilith.

What Azusa Sasaki.

They are all irrelevant, supporting roles that appear in the middle of the story to lengthen the plot.

Putting the mixed salad on the coffee table, Azusa Sasaki patiently waited for his pizza.

The sky gradually darkened, and looking out from the window of the living room leading to the balcony, the distant sky was floating like blood-stained clouds.

Risa Fukada stared at the cloud with interest for a while, until the doorbell rang.

Here comes the pizza.