The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 227 227 Launch

After completing the cleanup, Zhou and the others were coming to launch even as they subtly felt tired.

We booked three karaoke rooms, so we split the participants into three groups and entered the room. This place is a care of trees, so that the relatively friendly touch of the face hardens.

Zhou Da’s group is easy to understand and usually speaks to. Beginning at midday, he is a face such as a tree, a thousand years old, a gateway, a nine-fold on a shrimp, and a wooden door that has recently become spoken.

The girls seemed delicately sorry that Gateside had come to this group, but they were also relieved that the girls with boyfriends who didn’t have eyes by the gate were in the same room. By the way, the other girls who became that other room told me as I left “you and Mr. Vertebra are having a good time,” so Zhou only left his face back.

“Good luck with your translation.”

The face in the same room lifts the cup as the tree that holds the cup of cider poured in the drink bar and takes the head of the toast.

It was only pose because the cups were tight in distance, but we all toasted and then carried the melon soda to our mouths as well.

This unique flavour and aroma creates junk and I like it for the circumference, but it didn’t suit my mouth at midday because I had wrinkled between my eyebrows when I drunk it at midday when I wanted a bite. Although the element that I don’t like carbonation would be strong.

At midday in tears, I sip my oolong tea, while leaning on Zhou. I know you’re tired, but I guess karaoke is still anxious with this number of adults.

“No, thank you very much. This time the merit man is Kido. Really.”

The tree, who drank his cider all at once, nodded somewhat in a chair and seemed to be in a good mood.

The talked about wood doors seeped bitter laughter as she drank the chicks and water.

“I mean, he’s our owner. Can you lend me your costume, chubby? I’m surprised you had so much spare time.”

“Next time I’ll have to thank you for the confectionery.”

“I’m serious, Rarely.”

“Aren’t you being too rude to me? Sometimes it’s serious for me.”

“How often is that?”

“… every six months?

“No!

The perimeter exhales loosely as he watches his surroundings boil doggedly.

It’s somewhat hard to say a word that even though all of them talk, there are many of them. I’m not going to participate in the conversation in particular unless I’m told the story, because it’s not as bright or highly communicative as the tree originally was.

At midday he watches with a gentle smile as he thrives at midday. He’s not good at being busy, but he doesn’t hate it, so this is probably the most fun way to watch him.

“… why is Zhou watching like any other HR. Don’t mess with me. You’re coming too.”

“All right, all right, all right, so get up. It’s narrow in here.”

I had a certain amount of space secured for once, but I find it difficult and narrow to move if there are eight of them. I really want you to be adult because it’s disturbing when you’re too urry.

“Come on, Mahiro too. Let’s make fun of it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t make fun of me…. Maybe you don’t like karaoke, Mr. Vertebra?

“Yes, no, that doesn’t mean I’m not good…”

In the middle of the day when he shrinks, Chitose continues his words as he turns his gaze upwards, “Oh” as he was convinced.

“…… hmm. I think Mahiro simply doesn’t want to sing much because he doesn’t have a repertoire of songs. He usually said he only plays piano songs or western music with lyrics while studying English.”

“I’m growing up… Mr. Boulder Vertebra”

“Don’t you listen to something with Zhou?

“Because I’m basically a non-musician in my room.”

A splendid composite is placed in the room for once, but it is close to the earliest decoration. In the first place, I’m basically in the living room, sleeping alone, studying, reading, and spending quite a bit of time in the living room talking to and studying with midday.

“What about Mako and the others?

“I’m as popular as listening to normal…”

“I’m not special, but I’ve heard my grandmother play the harp.”

“Something’s wrong over there…. or, when it comes to music, Yuta.”

The tree, which suddenly changed its story, sends a grieving glance at the side of the door where he was grinning.

“I was live. Why didn’t you tell me? If you’d told me, I’d have shifted off.”

Apparently, there are complaints about sneaking around at cultural festivals, beating the table often enough not to spill drinks.

Nine of them seeming annoyed by the shaking of the table were there, he muttered small “I guess I didn’t call you because you make a scene”.

The doorstep just makes a bitter smile on the tree’s complaining face as well, with no sign of a sorry face.

“I didn’t tell you because I thought I would. I wouldn’t bother to show it to you.”

“Zhou and the others are watching, but they’re sloppy.”

“You know, trees often go karaoke together.”

“Yikes, you wanted to see the sunny stage. I have no choice but to forgive me if you live here alone.”

“Yep…”

My eyes meet the side of the door where I lowered my eyebrows like I had trouble for the first time.

I had a bad feeling, so I missed my gaze, and there was a sign that the side of the gate grinned and laughed across the street.

“Then I’ll have the Fujimiya there sacrificed too.”

“Why not!?

“Whatever it is, it’s karaoke, so you’re gonna sing in front of everybody, right? Singing together doesn’t change. It doesn’t change.”

“Oh, suddenly there’s more live attendees. All right, do more.”

If Zhou is around, the tree stomps and stands when the side of the door sings to me in the nori. Thousands of years old and Kido are also getting high on the launch, cheering for support and teasing in half.

As for Zhou, I don’t feel comfortable duetting with people who sing well, so if you ask for help at midday and shift your gaze -.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Zhou-kun sing. It’s a corner opportunity…”

And, obviously on the tree side, Zhou shook his shoulder and groaned, “Remember by the tree and the gate,” reaching for the microphone that was rolling on the table like a jerk.