Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

“Huh, hypnotic glasses?”

Looking at Kitahara’s thrown eyes, Doraemon reached out to catch it, and then widened her eyes in surprise.

“What I smoked outside today, I can use this to make them concentrate a little.”

Kitahara took a sip of cold Coke and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

“Isn’t that not good?” Doraa said with some confusion.

Hypnotize a person in order to learn, how to think is wrong!

“I didn’t say that you should be deeply hypnotized, just let them think that your lecture is interesting, so they don’t focus on other things.”

Kitahara said in a casual tone.

“So that’s the case, then I’ll try it tomorrow!”

Hearing his explanation, Doraa nodded abruptly, and then put the hypnotic eye into the four-dimensional pocket.

It shares both the spare pocket of the monk, so both people can take it out at any time.

This time, there was finally a way to let the quintupplets concentrate on their studies.

Thinking so, DoraA touched the little mime sleeping on its stomach with her hand, and began to look forward to tomorrow’s home class.

…………

After the weekend, it was Monday’s turn to 16.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor.

The morning sun shines through the glass on the window edge, and the gentle warm breeze blows the curtains along the gaps.

Kitahara opened his eyes before the alarm went off, got up and walked to the closet, picking out a casual outfit.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs into the kitchen as usual, preparing breakfast for two.

“Early, monks.”

“Are you going to go to work so early today?”

Taking a bite of the bacon sandwich, Doraemon looked up at the clock on the wall and asked in a somewhat subtle tone.

It found that Kitahara had been getting up early for two days in a row, and the whole person did not seem to have the laziness of the usual morning.

It’s really getting weirder and weirder in recent days.

It thought half-squinting.

“I’m going for a morning jog later, so I have to get up early.”

Kitahara finished the sandwich in his hand, picked up the milk set aside and took a sip.

Morning run?

Hearing his words, Doraemon blinked blankly.

Wouldn’t you still be dreaming now?

However, when it came back to its senses, it found that the opposite Kitahara had already stood up and walked towards the entrance.

“The dishes and chopsticks will be handed over to you to clean up, and I will go directly to work as soon as I finish exercising.”

As the door closed, Kitahara stretched slightly, and then walked towards the street of Erchome.

If you don’t exercise, you can’t do it, you can’t strengthen your physical fitness, I’m afraid you can only be passive.

Recalling that moment in the rainy night, he couldn’t help but shake his head.

Compared with Xiaolan, his physical fitness is completely crushed.

Worthy of being a karate champion.

…………

After more than an hour of morning run, Kitahara changed into the clothes he wore to work and drove toward the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Search a lesson, at the door of the office.

“Really, I arrived a day early and started to work again…”

Miwako Sato leaned against the door frame with her hands on her chest, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him with some helplessness.

Obviously you can arrive early, why do you have to jam the time.

“Isn’t this specifically for the morning to talk to you?”

Kitahara chuckled, reached out and slowly touched her waist, and his fingers squeezed gently.

It’s still very flesh.

“Come less, and let go of my hand!”

Just as he was feeling it carefully, Miwako Sato bit her lower lip and glared at him with a rosy face.

This guy… It’s getting less and less. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

He felt that his dignity as a senior had been lost in front of him.

“Would you like to go to an izakaya for a drink after work tonight?”

Looking at her like this, Kitahara asked softly.

“…… I’ll talk about it after work. ”

Miwako Sato said after a moment of silence, and then before he could speak again, she quickly turned and walked into the office.

Kitahara looked at her fleeing back, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Since there is no direct rejection of him, doesn’t that mean consent.

It seems that when you go to work, you will have to check the nearby izakaya well, preferably the kind that is closer to the hotel.

After all, he still has Doraa and Xiaomi at home, and it is impossible to take people home directly no matter how he thinks.

“Chiba, good morning!”

Sitting in his seat, Kitahara said hello to Chiba Kazushin in front of him.

“Ahhh… Good morning. ”

Qianye Kazushin yawned and nodded, and a layer of dark circles could be faintly seen at the corner of his eyes.

“Why, didn’t you sleep well last night?”

Kitahara raised his eyebrows lightly and asked suspiciously.

“Well, I stayed up late yesterday to watch tokusatsu movies, so I slept more late.” Chiba Kazushin said, and his tone became a little lucky, “Fortunately, I set the alarm clock two hours earlier, and I didn’t be late for work today.” ”

You’re really desperate.

The corner of Beiyuan Xun’s mouth twitched, and he thought a little speechlessly.

Ding dong~

Just then, the cell phone he kept in his pocket rang. 367

Kitahara subconsciously took it out and muted it, and then looked at the message sent.

“Sonoko Suzuki…”

Looking at the sender, Kitahara couldn’t help but mutter.

Why is she looking for herself, wouldn’t she want to ask herself out?

Recalling that Xiaolan helped her ask for her contact information, Beiyuan Xun subconsciously guessed.

Sonoko Suzuki: Brother Kitahara, is there any time this Saturday?

I guessed it right.

Kitahara San: Is there anything going on with Miss Suzuki?

After sending the message, Kitahara rubbed his temples.

How he felt like he was invited by a different girl every day off.

Sonoko Suzuki: Well, my sister is holding a small party in my villa, so I would like to invite Kitahara brother to come over.

The party your sister threw called me… Wait a minute?

As if remembering something, Kitahara slowly widened his eyes.

If memory serves, the place where her sister held the party should be in the villa of the mountain villa.

Coincidentally, he was quite impressed by the murder case.

And it seems that Xiaolan will also go to that party, right?

While he was still thinking, another message came from the other side.

Sonoko Suzuki: Please, this is the request of my life!.