Since the girl's short skirt is not very short, don't imagine seeing any absolute area. Instead, her fair calves create a slender and straight look under the light.

As for the upper body, he was wearing a white shirt and a thin cardigan on the outside. His neat black hair fell slightly on the shirt. He was paired with a single ponytail left behind, which made him feel extremely youthful and lovely.

Looking up, she looked at Song Yingsheng quietly with a snow-white pink neck, pink lips, and a small and straight nose.

The above is a third-person description. If it were an ordinary otaku, he might be stunned, but for Song Yingsheng, he didn't even look at it. After all, he had been used to this look and had been watching it for three years.

That was three years ago, when the girl moved to Song Yingsheng, it is said that it was because it was close to the school.

Then, because her parents often work outside, she occasionally communicates with Song Yingsheng, the eldest brother next door, so the two are familiar with each other.

Yes, the girl is only in her first year of high school, and is fifteen years old this year. She is named Yun Hu'an. She is Song Yingsheng's neighbor and attends the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Foreign Language School.

This time when I came, Yun Huan was holding a lunch box in his hand.

"Brother Ying Xing, I have made too many scallion pancakes. Do you want to try them?" She handed out the lunch box and asked.

It turned out that she wanted to share lunch with Song Yingsheng.

The surging of the stomach and the fragrance smelled at the nose made Song Yingsheng agree without any hesitation.

I just wanted to order takeaway, but since I can save a takeaway fee, why not nod?

Moreover, Yun Hu'an's cooking skills cannot be said to be very good, but he has always been very good. Song Yingsheng has a certain confidence in this.

"Absolutely, what you cook is absolutely delicious, so I'd better obey my duty than respect." He said while taking the lunch box, and invited Yun Hu'an in, opened the lunch box at the dining table, took the chopsticks, and prepared to start eating.

As a heavy-tasting person, he likes to add soy sauce and chili oil when eating scallion pancakes.

But this habit is often not recognized by others. For example, my mother in Xiguan City once said that when frying scallion oil pancakes, she had already added salt and onion, which had a lot of flavor. Why do she also add ingredients?

Faced with this kind of problem, Song Yingsheng had no answer, he just... like it?

This is just like why tofu to eat sweet, not salty. It is just a matter of habit. He usually likes to eat salty food, but tofu tofu is just to eat sweet.

By the way, Song Yingsheng's parents are now living in Xiguan City, while he himself studies in Shenzhen and Hong Kong City, so he is the only one living in a house of more than 30 square meters.

The camera returned to the living room. At this time, Yun Hu'an was holding his chin with his left hand and tilted his head to look at Song Yingsheng.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"It's delicious." Song Yingsheng, who was eating voraciously, replied simply.

"Is it enough?"

"enough."

"I knew you hadn't had lunch yet, so I brought it here." After a while, Yun Hu'an smiled.

"Uh, this is actually breakfast, or lunch." Song Yingsheng responded casually.

"No, breakfast!" Yun Huan was surprised, looked at the clock that showed at around twelve o'clock, and then asked again: "Tell me honestly, Brother Ying Sheng, what time did you go to bed last night?"

"It's past three o'clock..." Song Yingsheng recalled roughly.

"When is it time to get up?"

"Twelve o'clock." The answer this time was very straightforward.

"Do you do this every day?" Yun Hu'an frowned.

“Yes…it’s only the most recent.”

"This is very unhealthy. You have to change it, do you know?" Yun Hu'an preached.

"It will definitely be next time." Song Yingsheng responded after swallowing.

"Don't answer me with me, just do this. In order to change your bad habits, I'll get up early with me tomorrow and go to the museum around 9 o'clock?" Yun Hu'an suddenly suggested.

"Ah, why?" Song Yingsheng was a little surprised.

"Because, my school wants to give a special report, just like summer homework, I want to ask you to accompany me." Yun Hu'an said in an irresistible tone.

"Then, can't it work?" Song Yingsheng said that he would rather sleep at home.

"You can try it." Yun Hu'an's eyes became a little sharp.

"Okay, then go..." Song Yingsheng said that he couldn't afford to offend this girl.

Who knows whether she will complain to her parents?

A similar situation has happened before, because Yun Huan knew Song Yingsheng's parents, and as long as she called and told him that she was bullied, Song Yingsheng would be scolded to death.

So, he still doesn't want to offend this woman.

Although it is a bit difficult for me to get up at nine o'clock, as long as I fall asleep at three o'clock, I can sleep for about six hours.

It's enough, enough, more than that in the third year of high school.

It’s just that I’m a young otaku who wants to accompany a young girl to visit a museum. It must be boring and tiring, right?

Alas, why did she look for me and still like me so much? It's really troublesome... Song Yingsheng thought a little distressedly.

Yun Huan next to him did not notice Song Yingsheng's mood, but smiled happily.

"So that's it, see you tomorrow."

"By the way." Yun Huan suddenly showed a preaching expression again and pointed to the messy clothes on the sofa in the distance, "Brother Yingsheng, you should clean up your home when you have time."

When Song Yingsheng changed his clothes and didn't want to wash them, he often threw them on the sofa, which led to such chaos.

Faced with this kind of scolding, he had nothing to defend himself and smiled embarrassedly:

“Do it later, do it later.”

The implication is that if you have the fate, you will talk about it.

At most, before asking Yun Hu'an to come in next time, she would put her clothes in the drawer. She couldn't see it, so she couldn't talk about him.

Faced with this perfunctory answer, Yun Huan seemed a little dissatisfied, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She took away the lunch box that Song Yingsheng had finished, opened the door of the house, and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

But at this moment, she suddenly screamed without warning in front of the door.

A terrified cry came out from the girl's lips.

"Ah!! There are cockroaches!"

It turned out that as she left, she saw a cockroach running quickly at her feet, looking for its freedom.

This made her very scared, and she was most afraid of this evil little insect.

Even, as a southern cockroach, this cockroach can fly, swaying its wings in front of Yun Hu'an's eyes and showing off her figure, which scared her to tremble.

She was a little broken and hurriedly retreated behind Song Yingsheng, letting the man become her flesh shield, and at the same time, she shouted:

"Hurry it to death!"

"Okay." Song Yingsheng said 'hoo'.

He didn't expect that Yun Huan, who was usually very normal, would be afraid of seeing cockroaches like this.

After chanting three times silently, the perfect pass reward in the warehouse, that is, the bottle of disinfectant, soon fell into Song Yingsheng's hands.

Because of his terror, Yun Huan didn't even notice when Song Yingsheng had an extra bottle of stuff on his hand.

Or, at this moment, her eyes were all on the cockroaches, and she had time to pay attention to other things.

Back at Song Yingsheng, he picked up the spray and sprayed it at the cockroach that was showing off his might in front of the two of them.

Then, the cockroach died...

He didn't even struggle and died in an instant. It was so arrogant that it had just fallen on the floor.

This is really powerful, much more powerful than slippers... Song Yingsheng sighed in his heart, as if quite satisfied.

He didn't expect that it would be solved in one go, and he thought he would have to finish it.

Putting the spray aside, Song Yingsheng took toilet paper, cleaned up the residue, and washed his hands with disinfectant and water.

Seeing the cockroach dead, Yun Hu settled down for a while before recovering. He realized that he had lost his composure just now, his cheeks were red, and he shouted to Song Yingsheng in the bathroom with anger:

"Song Yingsheng, it's time to clean your house!"

"Why are there cockroaches??"

"If you see you again, I won't come in again!"

She spit out three sentences in a row.

"Okay...it's my fault." Song Yingsheng, who was cleaning, apologized.

“It can be clean, it can be clean.”

"It's better!" Yun Hu'an bit his lip, opened the door and planned to leave.

She seemed a little angry.

But before leaving, she added.

"Remember to see you tomorrow at 9 o'clock."

Then he closed the door vigorously.
To be continued...