Yoshihara, late at night.

"Ah, I don't want to move at all~" Jiang Cheng lay on the table with weak energy.

"You can't do this! Brother Jiang Cheng!" Qingta sat beside the table and cheered, "Today's broadcast has begun!"

"I'm so troublesome. I'll give the protagonist a rest occasionally." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hands and collapsed on the table, and his entire upper body also collapsed on the table. He replied lazily: "The protagonist should have a rest, right?"

"Hey! A useless otakus! It's said that the broadcast has begun!" Qingta couldn't help but shout.

"Ah, I understand." Jiang Cheng raised one hand and replied casually, "I'll let you fool around with your diary or something in today's broadcast. Qingta, I don't want to move..."

"You just played games in the room for a week and were so tired that you didn't want to move!" said Harutaba, shouting with eyes.

Qingta just finished speaking, but Jiang Cheng didn't know that he had always taken out a diary, opened a page and read it out:

"Then, December 11th, 李明. Today, Oda-chan in the class turned around and smiled at me at 2:28:15 in the afternoon. It's so distressing. The popular boy is really..."

Before Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Qingta took the diary in his hand and cursed with a blushing face: "Hey! Don't just look at other people's privacy, bastard!"

After saying that, Haruta secretly glanced at the Riwa sitting smiling beside him. Seeing that Riwa was not responding, he felt relieved.

However, taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Cheng secretly took the diary in Qingta's arms again, turned on a page and read it:

"Then, January 31st, sunny, winter vacation, Xiaolijiang in the class asked me out to play today, and the two of them went together..."

"Hey!! Have you listened to people? Bastard!" Qingta cursed with a red face, and at the same time she grabbed her diary again.

"Haruta, let's have a good chat with my mother before going to bed." Hirari looked at Haruta with a smile.

"Hi……"

"Ah!" Jiang Cheng grabbed his hair with some annoyance, then sat up, supported his cheek with one hand, and complained impatiently, "What a bastard author. He didn't ask if others had time, and shouted action without authorization, really didn't want to move..."

Yue Yong, who was beside him, didn't say anything from beginning to end, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, you guys can say a few words at least," Jiang Cheng glanced at Rilun and Yue Yong, "Anyway, find a way to drag this chapter over."

"Then..." Yue Yong raised his head and said lightly, "How about today's broadcast with Baihua as the main perspective?"

"Not very good." Jiang Cheng replied expressionlessly.

But just after he finished speaking, a kunai was greeted by Jiang Cheng's forehead.

"Hey! You are too skillful in this move!" Jiang Cheng pulled out the Kuwu on his head, then shouted with white eyes, "What is my head?! What do you think of my head?!"

"The head of an ordinary idiot." Yue Yong replied faintly.

"Stinky woman!!"

...

"Yo Xi! It's almost one-third of it," Jiang Cheng said while sitting there, holding his hands, "It's absolutely no problem to keep it with this momentum! There's absolutely no problem with today's broadcast!"

As he said that, Jiang Cheng changed the subject and picked up Qingta's diary and opened a page and started to read:

"February 13th, Qing. The teacher of the private school in the new semester changed our seats. Ah, I'm the same table with the cute Xiaolijiang! Ah~ I'm so happy~ But compared to Xiaolijiang, I still prefer Xiao..."

"Hey!! Why can't I get along with my diary?" Haruta snatched the diary again, blushing with blue veins and complained wildly, "Are you talking about persistence to read my diary?! What's your head thinking?!"

"Haruta, it seems we really need to have a good chat." Hirari looked at Haruta with a squinted eyes and smiled.

"oh……"

"There's nothing," Jiang Cheng moved his shoulders and neck, and stood up from the spot. "After all, it's already started, so I can only get on like this."

"Hey, before saying this, you should put on your pants first! What is that?! Are beach pants?! Why do you wear beach pants at this time? And why do you have to have blue and white stripes?!" Qingta complained wildly, "How many more things do you have to expose?!"

"Ah, I almost forgot, it's so dangerous," said Jiang Cheng, who had put on his pants, turned around and stretched out his index finger and explained, "This situation happens from time to time. For example, the young lady sitting in the studio who was broadcasting the news, the lower body that we couldn't see was often worn very coolly. Well, that's the case."

"It's not at all!" Haruta was a little broken.

"That's the case where a man who lives alone just got off work and took a shower and took off all his fatigue, and then changed into more convenient beach pants because he felt it was too troublesome to change clothes."

"I just can't understand it at all! One-half of the broadcast has passed! You haven't entered the state yet! Is this situation really OK?!"

"It's a long story, little devil," Jiang Cheng frowned and complained, "How old do you think I am? It's not the same level as the young and passionate little devils in the jump boy comics, okay? I'm almost thirty years old at least. Men of this age are not getting into the state so quickly. The fatigue of life has eroded the whole body of men of this age. It's difficult to get into the state without foreplay."

"Hey, that last sentence is very bad." Qingta narrowed her eyes and complained with contempt.

"But there is basically no difference," Jiang Cheng shrugged, "If you let such an uncle compete with the new generation of jump, my scalp will be numb just by thinking about it. And I bet that even if they reach my age, it will be almost the same."

"It's all about jump!"

"To give a simple example," Jiang Cheng continued, "For example, is Naruto who became the seventh generation of Naruto, completely different from the original one? In the past, he was always full of energy, but as a result, he was older and had dark circles every day. That was a real example. A real example of being crushed by trivial life!"

"Hello!!!"

"So, don't look at the popular young actors who jump now, I'm sure that when they reach Naruto's age, it's basically the same." Jiang Cheng continued with a serious look on his face, "I go home and fall asleep after get off work. His wife dares not complain, and she doesn't care about the daily life of her children. In the end, they will definitely become that way!"

"Stop talking about NARUTO anymore!"

"Then let's change the example, say Sasuke?"

"Isn't it the same?" Qingta shouted, then sighed, "It's true that the example you gave, Brother Jiang Cheng, is it very one-sided. Can't you learn Kakarot from Dragon Ball occasionally? Kakarot is old, but she is not as lazy as you, and she is still full of passion."

"No, no, it's not a type of work at all," Jiang Cheng waved his hand and replied impatiently, "How come, Dragon Ball is also a fighting work. How can we compare to the daily works of uncles as the protagonists?"

"Can't you be a little motivated?!"

"Ahh, I understand." Jiang Cheng impatiently used his little finger to clean his ears, then sat down in front of the table again, took out a thick stack of envelopes from his arms, and the expression on his face became serious.

After a pause, Jiang Cheng spoke with a serious look on his face: "Then, the next time is the time for readers to write!"

"Is there anything like that?!"

"Then there is the first letter, which was sent by OOO classmates who came to OOO," Jiang Cheng casually opened a letter, "[Please help me deliver it to ONEPIECE...]"

Before he finished reading, Jiang Cheng directly kneaded the letter paper into a ball and threw it at the trash can on the side. Then he smiled at the camera and said, "Ah, OOO, I have already delivered it for you, don't worry."

As he said that, Jiang Cheng looked at Rilun and Yue Yong who were still drinking tea, scratched the back of his head, and smiled silly: "Ah~ This kind of thing happens from time to time. People who remember the letter incorrectly..."

Haruta: "..."

"The second letter was sent by OOO's OOO Jiang from OOO," Jiang Cheng opened an envelope again, took out the letter and read it, "[Hello, I am a fan of Yinhun. I like Yinsang the most. Can I deliver this letter to Yinsang...]"

Jiang Cheng quickly kneaded the letter paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can aside. Then, after a long time of dark face, he smiled and said, "Well, OOO Jiang, don't worry, I have already conveyed it to you. The kind of waste silver-haired curly hair that is almost rotten can basically be seen when you look through the trash can at home. So, if you have anything to say to him next time, you can say it to the trash can at home."

Haruta: "..."

"Let me do it," Haruta sighed softly, then picked out a letter from the envelope on the table, opened the envelope and took out the letter and recited it, "This was sent by OOO Miss OO from OOO. [Hello, I am a single mother. I have seen it in previous plots. Taifu Hirata seems to be responsible for the food between a waste otaku and a little ghost in Haruta every day. I think it's really hard~ Because I have a child in my family who is picky about food every day, I want to ask Taifu Hirata how to make delicious and nutritious...]"

Before Qingta finished reading, Jiang Cheng snatched the letter paper and kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"That, Miss OOO from OOO," Rilun stretched out his index finger and faced the camera with a smile on his face. "Just remember a simple sentence. The cooking depends on love! When I make bento for Haruta, I always hold this mood for cooking. As for that useless otaku, I hold the [the ingredients that are about to be broken cannot be wasted]."
Chapter completed!