When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"Yes~"

Sakura Mitsumi, who opened the door in an unknown way, walked quickly to the bedside, looking at Shokuhou who was sleeping soundly, with an expression of being preempted.

However, she quickly put on a smiling face again, and put out the medicine box she was carrying in her hand, "Mr. Yong Ye, how is your injury? At about this point, let me change it for you, right?"

"No, I just changed it in the middle of the night... I don't need it for now."

"Midnight? Could it be..."

As if thinking of something, Zhenming's eyes once again turned to the sleeping blonde girl, and she felt like gnashing her teeth at this moment after being preempted continuously.

"Well... don't worry too much about it, it's just a trivial matter... By the way, I should get up at dawn... let's go have a meal together."

Gently removed the head of the girl on the lap, Yong Ye put her on the pillow and walked off the bed without Shokuhou not paying attention, and invited her to eat with her real name, so as to divert her attention.

"Breakfast? Well~ I hope I can wait until then, my spirit hasn't fully recovered yet."

Zhenna looked away from the sleeping Shokuhou and looked at Yong Ye, with an indescribable regret on his face.

"It's really troublesome to share a body. It's always in rotation, although~ there are many advantages."

"It can only be said... misfortune is blessed by blessings, and misfortunes are subdued, right?"

Yong Ye has always been not very good at dealing with the real name of the same entity, especially now this question also makes it a little difficult for him to answer, and he only choked out this sentence for a long time.

"Hehe, is that so?"

"...Probably, it is like this."

Ying Man's real name smiled happily, but Yong Ye seemed to be chatting awkwardly, after all, he was not very good at ordinary chatting...

Now Yongye doesn't hate Yingman's real name, but feels sorry for her inexplicably, but he doesn't know how to get along with her better, so during the chat, he can only secretly put his mind on the concert tonight, thinking about it. To improve their own plans to avoid the existence of loopholes.

Say a good thing that has nothing to do with me...

Dirt No. 9 started the codeword competition, but we didn’t save the manuscript, so we didn’t participate in the activity (we can’t win anyway, so giving up is the kingly way), after all, those big guys will do their best at that time to update... and I actually Every day is in a state of explosive updates with rewards still being offered, which leads to lack of stamina for not saving manuscripts...

Regarding the bounty that has been asked all the time, in fact, I am not very clear about whether the reward was paid off last month, but it should be almost finished, and tonight... I will do the math...

Finally... After the announcement, the big guys from all walks of life will turn themselves into codewriters for the bonuses and rankings of dirty customers, and at the same time ask for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and blades for the poor self... um... the free ones given every month will be fine... (That's the main purpose...)

Chapter Thirty-Three Now... let's start!

Indeed, as Ying Man’s real name said before, she still hasn’t recovered. She just chatted with Yong Ye for a while not long after she appeared. Since Yong Ye expected that Qi’s appearance might bring new troubles, she deliberately She took him to the restaurant, but before reaching the restaurant, she fell into a deep sleep again, and her consciousness was replaced by Qi Qi.

This was tentatively expected, so possible troubles were avoided, which made Yong Ye relieved for various reasons.

"What's the matter? Relieved?"

Qi, who had recovered, looked at Yong Ye beside him in puzzlement.

"No...no big deal, please don't mind."

Shaking his head, indicating that there is no need to care about such trivial matters, Yong Ye continued to come to the restaurant with Qi.

In front of the dining table, under the gaze of Yu Qi's earnest eyes, Yong Ye ate the simplest handmade food... rice balls with sauerkraut and shredded pork, not very dignified.

"How is the taste?"

"Hmm... this..."

Ordinary, isn't it the taste of rice balls? This is the true thought in Yong Ye's heart. After all, there are ready-made ingredients, no matter what, it won't be too bad, but it won't be too good either. Can it still be eaten?

After all, he is a wounded man, shouldn't normal wounded people eat and drink (Yong Ye's own point of view)? What do you call a rice ball... But after all, this is what I asked for last night, and it can't dampen Qi's mood to cook...

"Very good, the best rice ball I've ever eaten in my life."

Swallowing the plain rice ball, Yong Ye praised him without hesitation.

"real?"

Yong Ye's somewhat exaggerated words made Qi Jiang doubtful.

"real."

Yong Ye nodded seriously.

Then... a faint smile appeared on Qi's face, she turned around... and brought out a large pot of handmade rice balls.

Obviously, it was all made last night, and Qi seems to be like ordinary girls occasionally, because he likes to hear what he likes to hear, so he inevitably overlooks some small things.

"Then these are all for the night."

"...I think... the overnight stuff is actually not very good..."

"Is that going to be dumped?"

A little sadness appeared on Qi's face, which made Yong Ye change his words.

"...No, in fact, it's not a bad thing once in a while..."

Stretching out his hand to hold Qi Ben's hand that was about to throw it away, Yong Ye finally chose to compromise... Anyway, he is not picky about food, he can eat whatever he can digest.

Ever since.

On the dining table in the early morning before dawn, Yong Ye tasted a large pile of rice balls handmade by Qi under the watchful eye of Qi beside him.

At this time, he can only be thankful that his food intake is larger than that of ordinary people, and he doesn't need to worry about the problem of not being able to finish it, even if he can eat all of it, it's just...it's weird to be stared at all the time.

When the sky brightened, the power supply was finally restored.

When Yongye finished eating all the rice balls that Qi made, Shokuhou Misaki still didn't wake up when he returned to the room... So Yongye, out of basic gentlemanly demeanor, not only didn't look at the bottom of her nightgown where the spring was leaking , and didn't look at it. Maybe it was because the nightgown didn't fit well, so many white and tender bodies that seemed to be half-covered were torn apart, but to a certain extent, I tried to straighten the nightgown as much as possible, and easily pulled away the white and tender bodies. The kicked-off quilt was put back on her.

But it was this action that made the sleeping girl think that he was someone who disturbed her sleep, so she grabbed his hand impatiently, and pulled him towards her side.

It seems that she is planning to throw it away, but...

...In order to revive the Valkyrie, Yong Ye's remaining strength is not enough to repair his own meditation, and he also plans to repair his body at one time after the Golden Diffraction Technique is completed at night, so now his physical condition is very bad, and he has some problems. Feeling weak and unsteady.

This sudden attack, he fell down without noticing that he was being touched, and then... when he instinctively stretched out his hand to hold something to stabilize himself, he directly pressed one hand on his surprisingly soft and elastic chest. Department, because here is the highest...

It is different from the young women and married wives I have encountered in the past, and it is much more elastic. Is it really because of age? No... No, this kind of boring question shouldn't be considered at this time...

"...Anyway, it must not be my fault."

Looking down at the... white and flawless mountain that he inadvertently held down with his right hand after the nightgown was lifted because of the girl's struggle, the first thing Yong Ye thought of was who was responsible.