They Gather Here

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Thank you Qiuyue for the spicy strips of Baibai, Oath ~ Sword of Victory.

Thanks to the pseudo-mother prpr, Bruticus, Qingxing night talk, dormitory selling paper to make a fortune, and the blade of a passing engineer.

Thank you for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

Many thanks!

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ask for a ticket...

I feel like I'm going to die without a ticket.

End Chapter Neighborhood Committee, let's go!

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The alarm clock goes off.

Megumi Kato ushered in an ordinary Saturday morning.

She murmured reluctantly, kept her cheeks buried in the pillow, and stretched her right hand to the head of the bed unconsciously.

Cell phone, cell phone, cell phone...

found it!

With a "pop", she opened the lid and pressed it a few times, and the alarm clock was turned off.

At the same time, my mother's voice came from downstairs: "Xiaohui, do you want to eat sausage?"

Kato Megumi yawned a little, answered her mother, and shouted "Eat!".

She rolled out of bed and started changing.

Suddenly, a hair ball flew over.

is wide.

The little guy rubbed Kato Megumi's ankle with his body.

"Stop rubbing!" Kato Megumi gave an order, "You've lost a lot of hair..."

"Meow~" rubbed more vigorously.

"Stop rubbing!"

"Meow~"

"I said, don't, rub it!"

"Meow~"

Kato Megumi was defeated.

She sent Kuankuan to the temporary cattery and prepared to pour some cat food into a small bowl, but found that it was useless at all.

The little guy didn't eat much yesterday.

"You're a picky eater again." Kato Megumi bent down and rubbed her wide ears dotingly.

"Meow~" Kuan Kuan was wronged.

"Want to go to Luo Jun's place?"

"Meow~"

"Next time I'll take you there for a meal or two, but for now, I can only take it first."

"Chew Chew..."

Looking at Kuan Kuan, who was eating so much, Kato Megumi was very satisfied with the empty check he just made.

She stood up and walked down the stairs to the dining room.

Breakfast is a traditional Japanese breakfast - rice, miso soup, egg rolls with fried sausage.

Mom is cleaning the stove and Dad is not at the table.

No way, Dad is the main source of income for the family. He seems to be working 24×7 all the time, and he can be called a role model for social animals.

After my sister got married, this kind of work pressure has eased, but there will still be overtime work on weekends. After all, the neon society is like this, and everyone can't understand the famous Chinese saying "you have to forgive people and animals and people".

Kato Megumi sat down at the table and took a sip of the soup.

Worse than what Luo Jun did...

No, no!

It's so rude to my mother to think so!

Kato Megumi cleared out the ridiculous thoughts and asked, "Mom, are you not eating?"

"I've already eaten." - some unexpected answers.

"So early?"

"I'm going to go out in a while to buy some utensils and snacks that will be used in the Golden Week trip, so you can only clean up the tableware."

Neon also has the so-called "Golden Week". From the end of April to May, the adjacent festivals are Showa Day, Constitution Memorial Day, Greening Festival, and Boys' Day.

This year's situation is quite special, and there is also the celebration of the change of the emperor, so it has become a rare SSR ten company (April 4th - May 27th).

There will definitely be a large number of Tokyo people taking this opportunity to travel, and Narita Airport is afraid that it will be blocked.

While worrying about the traffic situation in Tokyo, Kato Megumi used chopsticks to separate the egg roll and took a bite.

Still worse than what Luo Jun did...

No, no!

Why am I being rude again?

Kato Megumi secretly confessed her guilt and asked again, "Will my sister go?"

Mom shook her head: "No, she's going to Okinawa with your brother-in-law."

The answer was expected.

In most cases, neon women will take their husband's surname after they get married, and as a small family is formed, they will gradually stay away from family affairs.

Kato Megumi hesitated for a moment, suddenly took a deep breath, and hesitated: "This Golden Week, I may also..."

Mom looked surprised: "Xiao Hui?"

"I have joined the official club. This golden week, I may have to participate in activities."

"So this is ah."

Hearing what her daughter said, her mother was somewhat disappointed.

But she quickly sorted out her expression and said, "Xiaohui, cheer up for club activities."

Megumi Kato nodded and put a sausage into his mouth.

Sure enough, it was worse than what Luo Jun did...

Ok!

Who called him a professional chef?

Megumi Kato chewed up the sausage angrily.

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English pear is a night owl.

Especially when the deadline is approaching, she will even stay up all night and drive herself crazy.

Fortunately, every time such a difficult time, my mother will accompany her.

"Ah~~~~~~" Sayuri Sawamura stretched her waist, "Ah~~~~~~"

"Stop yawning!" Yingri was so angry that her teeth were itching while she was writing and writing, "It's contagious!"

Yawning is a kind of body language inherited from the ancestors of social life, which expresses the meaning of "sleepy".

The so-called "contagious yawn" is actually a kind of psychological suggestion. When seeing others yawning, vision will stimulate the cerebral cortex and stimulate neural reflexes, which is an instinctive phenomenon that occurs.

and so……

"Ah~~~~~~" Ying Riri's eyelids gradually drooped down.

"You are also the ace of the art department, can't you focus on club activities?" Sayuri couldn't help but complain, "Why do you have to bring it home?"

"Mom, you should understand."

"..."

"Whether it's a novelist, an artist, or a game planner, all original authors count as one, aren't they all creatures without motivation before the deadline?"

Sayuri suddenly realized, showing a worried expression.

Ying Riri sighed, lying on the table, muttering: "Also, the art department is not as good as you think, not all types can be drawn."

In the world of painting, there is a chain of contempt——

Oil paintings, Ukiyo-e, and ink paintings are high-end and high-end, and they belong to the upper circle; comics, which are down-to-earth, belong to the lower circle.

What's more, Ying Lili painted books, which can be called "subculture".

Tired of thinking about it.

She had the urge to fall asleep.