I Just Want to Deliver a Normal Takeout

Seeing Chen Feng digging his pockets, Hiratsuka Jing could guess what Chen Feng wanted to do with his feet.

"Give me a cigarette, I'm out of cigarettes."

"Smoke less, your tonsils are still inflamed."

Putting on his coat, Chen Feng took Hiratsuka's cigarette and took a deep breath after lighting it...

Sure enough... if there is no medicine, only the nicotine in the cigarette can make me calm down a little.

Ordinary people may be confused and relaxed when they wake up from sleep, but Chen Feng is confused and irritable. The more confused his head is, the more irritable he is.

After Chen Feng finished smoking, Hiratsuka Jing asked:

"Am I taking you back?"

"I haven't delivered takeout yet today."

"You're giving a fart takeaway in this state!" Hiratsuka Shizuo rolled his eyes, "I suspect that you'll be gone after you give it away, go back and have a good rest."

"I want to make money."

"How about making money? Who are you trying to earn?"

"..."

After a while of silence, Shizuo Hiratsuka found that Chen Feng's eyes had faded a lot, and he sighed.

"It seems so."

Following Hiratsuka Jing downstairs, Chen Feng got into the sports car again.

"By the way, it seems that someone sent me to the infirmary in my memory, is it classmate May?"

"It shouldn't be. The five girls in the Nakano family have come to see you, but you hadn't woken up at that time, and they should have known about it."

"Not them? But I only know six people in total."

Chen Feng touched his chin and said.

"Which?"

"You still have classmates in May and the others."

"..."

"A little bit?"

"No, I thought you would only know me."

"Want to fight?"

Chen Feng is not stupid, he can hear the meaning of this stinky woman clearly, isn't this just scolding him around the corner?

"Okay, no kidding." Hiratsuka Shizuo drove the car and congratulated: "Congratulations on getting the top spot in your first grade, now many students in your grade still wonder if you are cheating, but you don't have to go. Ignore the gossip."

"I never paid attention to it."

This reminded Chen Feng of the pile of cardboard and plastic waste in his drawer.

A group of self-righteous children, Chen Feng is not so free to care about them.

The little boy who only dares to throw garbage into his drawer in the dark has no mind or courage, and he will not be able to become a good climate in the future.

If it was him, what kind of rubbish was thrown in the drawer?Wouldn't it smell good if you put a bomb under the drawer?

But it's only one time. If the other party still has a lot of shit, Chen Feng doesn't mind giving a little lesson to the perpetrator.

"By the way, I want to develop a hobby, what do you think it would be better for me to do, bitch?"

There is also a person who can barely match the words, and Chen Feng also thinks Hiratsuka Jing's character is not bad, so he treats her as a friend.

"Do you want to develop some amateur interest? That's fine, anyway, you can make money so much." Hiratsuka Shizuo drove with one hand, lit a cigarette with the other and waited for the red light, and gave Chen Feng an idea: "You are always there. If you are working part-time, if you don’t have time to go fishing, you might as well get some collections, which will satisfy your interest and not delay you from doing other things you want to do.”

"collect?"

"Yes, such as coins, posters, books, etc., anything that makes you feel that it is valuable to collect."

After speaking, she added: "I know some people who are engaged in coins. If you are interested, I can introduce you to them."

"The collection does seem to be good, but these few are still forgot, I have no interest in them."

"If you have time, observe the surroundings more. There are many things that can be collected, a leaf or a stone. As long as it is something you think is worth collecting, then you can keep them. When the number reaches a certain scale, You will feel proud."

Chen Feng is thoughtful...

Floating clouds covered the sun, the night gradually pulled up the black curtain, and the city became foggy.

Although the fever has not completely disappeared, Chen Feng is not sleeping at this time, but is browsing the forum with many sand sculpture netizens.

Suddenly, a phone call took his attention away from the computer screen.

It's boss Ogata's phone number.

"Hello? Is Uncle Ogata okay?"

"I heard Hiratsuka-sensei say that you are sick, how is your health?"

"It's okay, the fever has subsided a lot."