The rotation of the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand "ticking", at a certain moment, the three slender hands completely coincide and point in the direction of twelve points directly above.

Then, the second hand turns a little distance forward, "tick", which means that zero has passed, a new day, a new week has arrived.

"Oh, it's twelve o'clock at last, and it's not easy for us to drag time down by East Lacy."

"Well, now we can finally announce the big event."

"It's a real big event Oh, I believe you waiting in front of the computer must be very clear, that is, this weekend, the first external interview of the animation production of the Sword and the Divine Reale is about to begin!"And it’s a very special day!”

"As for what a special day, first let us invite this special guest, Asana's voice, Miss Songyao!"

"Hi, everyone, I'm the voice of Riiana, I'm a voice of Riiana, I..."

"Mrs. Fuji~ Miss Tosongya's personal introduction can be stopped, I believe that no one in front of the computer will be unfamiliar with you, and everyone is obviously more concerned about another thing now?"As a participant, can you tell us about this weekend’s interview?”

"In fact, when I first received this invitation, I refused, as I do now, I'm afraid that when I get there, I will become a supporting role."

“Because of the empty teacher?”

"Well, the empty teacher now has more fans than me, and that day is still his birthday, let's reveal a little secret, then we will send the first part of the "sword of the Divine Domain" animation PV Oh, everyone please look forward to it."

“...”

"Don't stay up late, you'll have to go to class tomorrow, come out and take a bath and sleep."

There was a mother’s urging voice outside the door.

"I know, Mom, I'll be here soon."

Dongcheng closed the video, stood up, and looked at his desk again.

The desk is a computer table that can be bought in the supermarket for 2,000 yen, and its low price is not matched by the white and elegant MacBook on the desktop.

This is the computer that Jijun gave to himself.

Computer desktop is a picture of Ji Jun, he secretly took it with his mobile phone, probably even Ji Jun himself did not know when he was secretly photographed?

Thinking of this, the corner of the East City's emerald lips appeared a pinch of laughter, and the little fox seemed to be.

Just such a simple little thing, let this simple girl's heart full of joy and little sweetness.

Next to the laptop, there is a small photo frame, which is not a photo, but an admission ticket.

Yes, it is Ji Jun who gave her a special ticket when he held her first signing meeting.

This is her thick face, and the pussy of the pussy of the pussy of asking for a long time to return.

For the Xiaqiu classmates who live with Ji Jun, this is just an ordinary thing, but for her, this is a very precious memory!

There is also the first volume of the limited edition "Sword of God" with a special signature, and the bottle of a bottle full of memories.

Unconsciously, my room is full of the breath of the king.

Feeling the throb of the heart, Dongcheng Yan couldn't help but open QQ, wanting to send a message to the season, but there were thousands of words in her heart, but she did not know what to say.

In the end, only one such message can be sent.

Wind Bell: "Jin, I'm going to take a bath and go to sleep soon."

Damn, I sent such an ambiguous message!

Just pressed the key back to the car, the East City has some regrets.

You don’t think I’m implying anything, do you?Does he think I don’t understand?

Because of a small mistake, the girl's heart was nervous and quickly clicked on the option to withdraw.

But the next moment, the seasonal response came.

Empty: “It’s no use to withdraw, I’ve already seen it!”

The bell: “Oh...”

Empty: "Well, you're very brave in Dongcheng, now it's about 15 minutes, 15 minutes later than I asked for sleep, you actually dare to send me a message!" 」

Wind Bell: “Junior, you didn’t sleep either!”

Empty: "I just set your sleep time, and I don't prescribe my own."

Wind chime: “Junior, you bully people!”

Empty: "It's just bullying you weak and weak girls... well, don't joke, Dongcheng, you go to sleep, tomorrow you have to go to class."

“Hmm.”

Dongcheng Yi gave such a reply, and then typed: "Jie Jun, the second chapter of your name is about to be written, I will tell you..."

“East of town!”

The sudden shouts and knocks on the door startled Dongcheng and responded: “Mom, what’s the matter with me?”

“You child, you asked me what was wrong... I cried out so many times to let you come to the shower, have you not heard?”

"I'm sorry, I'll be right away."

“I’ll drag you in and wash you again.”

“Uh-huh...”

Dongcheng flattened his mouth, and finally typed: "Jin Jun, I really went to the shower, and then talk about it."

Empty: "I've already let you go to the bath."

Dongcheng spitted his tongue, forked off QQ, turned off the computer, and then picked up his pajamas and prepared to take a bath.

In the moment when she pushed the door open and went out, her eyes still could not help falling on a white letterhead on the table, and her face slightly raised a rosy.

“This weekend is your birthday.”

...

...

"This weekend is your birthday."

Nanqin Pear's mouth sounded a soft whisper.

“Jin, are you really going to decide?”Nan Rizi glanced away from a white letter on the table and looked at his daughter, “It’s such a good opportunity, you gave up like this?”

“Hmm.”

Nanqin Pear nodded very calmly.

"But Mom can't understand it, isn't it your dream to be a good costume designer?"Now that you are valued by foreign schools, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, so why give up?”

“Because I didn’t want to give up, I refused the invitation.”

Nan Qin Pear said softly what his mother did not understand, and then crooked his head and smiled at Nanhezi softly: "Because there are my friends and your mother in Japan, I don't want to be too far away from my mother, and I can't see each other several times a year..."

“You child...”

Nan and Zi couldn't help but dot love to touch his daughter's long hair, and then opened his mouth, but in the end, he only sighed gently.