I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

However, looking at this year, Tokyo and Chiba may usher in heavy snow after the winter solstice. This is why there is still no sign of snow when we arrive in Chiba in December. The group of female students who passed by Chen Feng before will meet. The reason for the surprise.

After a long period of abnormality, normal ones will appear abnormal.

The sky is still stained with ink, with curtains blocking the light, it can be said that the situation in the room is almost the same as at night.

But Chen Feng's biological clock wouldn't be ineffective because of the different colors of the sky. He woke up early.

Sitting in front of the bed, Chen Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were slightly tired.

After unpacking the band-aids wrapped on his fingers, Chen Feng subconsciously held back the yawn.

He has developed this habit for decades. It can be said that every time Chen Feng encounters a situation where he wants to yawn, Chen Feng will hold the yawn into his throat, even if the lacrimal glands will burst out a lot of tears.

He didn't like his body closing his eyes involuntarily, and he didn't like his body making any noise uncontrollably, because it was too dangerous to do so.

Although he has always hinted that everything is okay and that it is safe here, the memory on the muscles is not so easy to change.

Turning on the light, Chen Feng glanced at the finger he had scratched while doing handwork last night. At this time, there was only a faint scar left. It shouldn't be long before this scar will disappear.

Chen Feng is very confident about his body's ability to recover.

When he came to the workshop where all kinds of equipment had been installed and used for a period of time, Chen Feng turned on the lights, assembled the colored clay modules on the workbench, and then carefully installed them. On a special re-entry spring.

The two large modules were superimposed on each other, and Chen Feng drew them back gently after aligning them.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it finally didn't split..."

Seeing that the Glock 17 model in his hand was not broken or split like the dozens of previous models, Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and collected nearly 50 drawings from the work table. Go to the side.

Looking at the Glock 17 in his hand that could even hang up with an empty warehouse, Chen Feng slowly floated a proud smile on his face.

"It's so fun to make figures."

No one knows how many materials he has tested in the past few weeks to make this "hand-made" model. In some places, the parts can't be made with clay alone, so special PVC materials or other materials must be used. Only with some lubricating oil can he achieve the desired effect.

But the thing in his hand was not designed by Chen Feng to be really used as a gun. The material is still too fragile. There is nothing wrong with holding it in your hand. If you can, don’t even load it. Maybe it will suddenly fall apart into a pair of tattered parts someday.

This is also the first figure that I have worked hard for so long, so I will try to do something else next time.

Putting aside the trash can full of discarded drawing paper under his feet, Chen Feng remembered that two weeks ago, Shizuka Hiratsuka seemed to say that he wanted a hand made by himself. Although there are still many flaws, this thing is a kind of handicraft. It seems okay to give it out as a gift, right?

Stretching, Chen Feng opened the curtains and froze for a moment.

Snowing?

Buzzing--

Chen Feng's cell phone vibrated twice and found that it was a text message from Ogata's boss.

"Merry Christmas, Xiao Chen, although my old man is not a festival like this, you young people definitely like it, hahaha."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he received a lot of text messages afterwards, almost all of which were congratulatory messages sent to him by friends he knew, including text messages from Shizuka Hiratsuka.

Not to mention anything else, Chen Feng dialed Hiratsuka's phone.

"Hey?"

"Do you have time today?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Hiratsuka seemed to have just gotten up, and her voice was a little confused, "Are you trying to say Merry Christmas to me?"

"Well, Merry Christmas, come out and I will give you a Christmas present."

"Christmas gift……?"

"Well, didn't you say you wanted the model I made last time? I have done it now."

"Okay, where to go? Say it first. If it's too rough, I'll laugh at you."

"It was a bit rough...then I won't give it."

"You brat do you dare?!"

"I dare."

"..."

...

Hiratsuka, who is washing, still doesn’t know that the "figure model" Chen Feng will give her next is such a thing...

Chapter 94 The Promise of the Five Nakano Sisters

"Yihuayihua gets up! It started snowing outside last night!"

In Nakano Kazuka's room, Yotsuba shook Kazuka whose jade shoulders were exposed in the air, and shouted enthusiastically.

"Ah...no wonder it's a bit cold...\'

The one in the bed shrank back, and responded with a low voice without opening her eyes. It seemed that she had no intention of getting up at all.

"Eh...? Ichihana, don't sleep, the sun is basking, and Nina will smash the door angrily if he doesn't get up again."

"What time is it..."

"It's almost 10 o'clock, Nina has already cooked food, get up quickly."

Yihua with swollen eyes yawned and slowly sat up from the bed. She didn't mean to let everyone eat first, because every meal at home must be attended by five people.

This is their agreement and a habit they have cultivated for more than ten years, but obviously they are also happy to do so, so this naturally becomes the most effective way to wake Yihua.

Rubbing his eyes, Yihua took the clothes that Yotsuba handed them and put them on. The two went downstairs one after another.

In the living room, everyone seemed to be there except her.

Randomly glanced at the white snow falling outside the French windows, and Yihua scratched his face.

"Let's go out and play together today!"

Nina brought two plates of fried noodles and put forward her own suggestions. She was so used to not caring that Ichiwa was late.

"Want to stay in the kotatsu..."

Sanjiu, who was mostly retracted into the kotton, said in a low voice, but her protest obviously had no energy. Nakano just stared, and she nodded and whispered, "Well then..."

After taking a sip of the tea on the table, her groggy head became sober a lot, and she asked strangely: