My name is Gao Tianyu.
So far an ordinary college student.
Due to the impact of the epidemic, I had to stay at home.
Of course, being an otaku, I really can’t refuse this kind of thing, especially if it’s an upright otaku.
My parents rarely go home at noon because of work.
Therefore, I am still eating by myself at noon.
Although I am an adult, I can still hear a deep sadness in this sentence.
"Hello, your fried chicken."
And takeaways, and joy.
Yes, I am the legendary otaku.
Well... of course it developed like this because of some kind of force majeure.
Open the door, take the food, and say thank you.
Due to well-known reasons, I was originally scheduled to return to school, but now I have the honor of becoming a member of the university at home.
And because my graduation thesis has been prepared a long time ago, I am now half unemployed and forced to become a college student.
But then again——
There seems to be something wrong with the fried chicken content.
Ah, or I should put it this way: it seems that there is a mistake in the food.
Thinking of this place, I picked up the printed takeout receipt that had been thrown aside alone from the beginning, and looked at it carefully.
While swallowing the wrong fried chicken without any burden, I read the name on it.
"Honey mustard flavor, eh-Kamihain?"
······It’s your online name.
What a strange last name.
But unfortunately, this is not someone I know, so the delivery person should be able to give her my share without any burden, right?
While I was thinking completely irresponsibly, there was a knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang."
It was a very polite three taps, so it wasn’t like the delivery guy just realized something was wrong and came back to look for me, right?
In this case, just tell him that he ate it because he didn't pay attention.
After organizing several reasons in this way, I opened the door.
"Hello."
"Hello...hey?"
What was outside the door was not the panting delivery boy who rushed back after discovering something was wrong, but a girl with blond hair.
Ah, foreigners are so rare.
"Hello...Hello!" So I said hello stiffly, speaking English that although I had passed CET-4 but was actually not proficient at all.
The blond girl opposite was stunned for a moment, with an expression that looked like she was looking at an idiot.
"I'm Chinese!!" She stamped her feet and looked a little angry, but then she seemed to have thought of something and looked at me with a ghostly expression on her face.
"I'll go, you speak Mandarin so well!"
I subconsciously blurted out what I was thinking, but suddenly realized that it seemed a bit rude, so I coughed awkwardly and said, "Excuse me, what are you here for?"
"Look, what color is my hair?" The girl didn't answer me, but asked an inexplicable question.
So I had to think differently.
"Although it's blonde, it's dyed well. You can't tell what the original color is." So I naturally regarded her as some rebellious girl who dyed her hair.
Of course, such cute rebellious girls are rare.
Therefore, I was suddenly overflowing with the heart of the Holy Mother, and wanted to help her return from her lost ways and embrace a great life.
"No, hey! Damn it-" She gritted her teeth, then snorted, stretched out her hand and said, "In that case, just give me the takeout."
"Huh? What is it? Do you mean..."
I suddenly realized that the person who could come to my door out of nowhere at this time might be——
The real owner of that takeaway, Shen Haiyin.
You have to find a way to get through it! !
So I pretended to be confused, rubbed the back of my head and said, "What takeaway, are you talking about - wait, don't just run into other people's houses!"
Unfortunately, all my previous thoughts were in vain. This girl seemed to have known the result for a long time and slipped directly under my left hand, which was raised to touch my head, and arrived at my living room.
In this case, wouldn’t all the brain cells consumed before be wasted? ! !
No, no, now is not the time to discuss this matter.
I turned around weakly, trying to chase the girl who had already run in.
At least--
"At least take off your shoes! My house has solid wood floors, which are very expensive!"
When I rushed into the living room, my heart skipped a beat.
That fried chicken.
That fried chicken that carries my sins in every sense of the word.
It was placed on the coffee table, next to the cups, like an emperor.
By the way, there is also a thoughtful bonus menu on the side.
Ruined.
"My fried chicken——!" Shen Haiyin's shoulders began to shake extremely irregularly, looking like he was about to collapse emotionally.
"This, this is because I didn't notice it! It was only when I noticed that the takeout content was wrong that I remembered to check the order!"
"You thief!" She obviously didn't believe my crude lie, and turned her head and looked at me angrily as if she was about to cry.
The words burst out like thunder. I felt inexplicably that I had done something wrong. I wanted to jump up and spin 180 degrees upside down and apologize like a tiger.
······Wait! This is not an anime, how could I do that kind of action, and why should I go to that extent to apologize?
But--
Unable to control.
Even though I realized something was wrong, my body still subconsciously made that move.
Because that seems right.
Wait a minute, there's obviously something wrong with this!
Just when I was about to bend my legs and take off, I shouted: "Wait, wait! Is my portion of fried chicken at your place?"
Willingness and movement came to an abrupt end.
The girl in front of me put her hands in front of her, took half a step back, looked at me warily and said, "How, how could you be in my place!"
Isn’t this a completely self-inflicted appearance? ! ! !
The helplessness of losing control of my body just now still left me with lingering fear, and as I was familiar with all kinds of anime, my thoughts unconsciously went in a certain direction.
"who are you."
The next moment, there was a flash of silver light, and she took out a crowbar that looked particularly good to the girl.
"I'll choke—"
Along with the severe pain in my head, the girl's expression of resolutely lifting the crowbar became the last image that was fixed in my mind.
At that moment, I only had one thought.
······It’s actually blue and white!
What a boring dream I had.
This is what I was thinking about when I opened my eyes.
Although it is true that I have been staying at home for too long recently, I don’t think I have such unreliable dreams.
But speaking of which, why didn’t the alarm clock go off?
