Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

“Little Yumi, see you tomorrow—oh, I’m on vacation tomorrow…”

Kitahara pinched her soft cheeks, and halfway through speaking, he suddenly remembered that he had to go for an interview tomorrow.

“Then see you at the Metropolitan Police Department the day after tomorrow!”

After speaking, Kitahara Shun stepped out of her small police car, and by the way, she took the door intimately.

“Why… Things will turn out like this…”

In the driver’s position, Yumi Miyamoto sat weakly in the soft seat, panting with a flushed face, and the sky-blue police uniform also revealed a white shirt with a tie.

After calming her breathing a little, she stretched out her still slightly shaky hand to tie her loose tie, and her eyes with faint dark eyes looked blankly at the burning clouds in the sky.

That bastard is not afraid of being known by Miwako at all!

It was clear that she usually looked like a lazy dog, but now she knew – that guy was completely a carnivore.

The usual lazy look is too deceptive.

“Miyamoto-senpai!”

At this moment, the window of the car was suddenly knocked, and a sound came from outside.

Hearing this familiar name, Miyamoto Yumi subconsciously trembled, and her two hands tightly gripped her white collar.

She turned her head stiffly, and when she saw the person outside the car window, she immediately breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Good thing not the bastard.

“Miyamoto-senpai, what’s wrong with you?”

Seeing her conditioned look, Miike Miko opened the co-pilot’s door and sat in, asking with some doubts.

However, after seeing Yumi Miyamoto’s current state, her eyes widened slightly.

The police uniform jacket on the upper body was open, and the long hair of the dark brown shawl was scattered in front of the forehead at this time, and even some hair strands were plastered on the face, and the sweat beads on the forehead and the reddish cheeks seemed to be sick.

This is…… What happened?

“So, did the senior have a high fever?”

Miike Miaoko held back the surprise in her heart and asked cautiously.

She remembered that when she left work just now, Yumi Miyamoto was still very normal, although she could tell that she was in a bad mood – but it wouldn’t suddenly become like this, right?

“Miaozi…”

Seeing Miike Naeko, Miyamoto Yumi bit her lower lip aggrievedly, and then threw herself directly into her arms.

“Miaozi, I-I’m not clean anymore!”

“Ex… Predecessor? ”

…………

After returning home from the Metropolitan Police Department, Kitahara walked slowly into the living room.

It was still half past six in the afternoon, so Nakanoya’s quintuplets were still studying in the living room.

“It’s really serious, Ernai.”

Kitahara walked to the side of Nakano Nino, looked at the notebook she had carefully recorded, and couldn’t help but rub her pink hair with his hand.

It is very smooth to the touch and has a faint fragrance.

“Ah, you’re back!”

Nakano Jino, who was disturbed from studying, raised his head and saw the figure next to him, and a hint of joy flashed in his light blue eyes.

“Mon!”

At this moment, Doraemon, wearing hypnotic glasses, called out to him in dissatisfaction.

He managed to get the quintuplets to concentrate on their studies, and as soon as he returned, he woke up Ernai.

“I see.” Kitahara nodded, and then looked at Nakano Nino, “You study first, I’ll go prepare today’s dinner.” ”

“I’m going to help too!”

Nakano put down the notebook in his hand and stood up with a smile.

“No, I’ll do it myself-”

“Oh, hurry up and go to the kitchen!”

Before Kitahara finished speaking, Nakano took his arm and walked towards the kitchen.

These two people…

Looking at Nakano Nino and Kitahara who had already walked into the kitchen, Doraa sighed helplessly.

It looks like it’s going to be very late tonight to eat.

…………

After eating the dinner, it was time for Mr. Ebata to come and pick them up.

At the doorstep of Kitahara’s house.

“See you tomorrow, Dorae-chan.”

Kazuka Nakano rubbed Dorae’s ears, and then stretched her tall body, and a comfortable sound like a cat coquettish came out of her mouth.

“Hmm~”

“You pay attention to the image!”

Hearing Ichika’s voice, Nakano reminded helplessly.

There’s another man here, don’t make such a strange sound!

“What, obviously Ernai makes a lot louder noise in the kitchen than me!”

Kazuka Nakano lowered her raised arm, turned her head sideways and said with some dissatisfaction.

“I didn’t make a strange sound!” Embarrassed, Nakano Jinai directly reached out and covered her mouth, preventing Ichika from making any sound.

I am obviously very restrained, and I can’t make strange noises no matter how I think about it!

“No need to be so polite.”

Kitahara shook his head and said with a chuckle.

After waiting for a while, the black car responsible for picking them up and dropping them off also slowly stopped at the door.

“Kitahara-san.”

“Let’s go first, Officer Kitahara!”

“If Kitahara-kun doesn’t dislike it, you can come to my house for a night, Ernai’s room just has a place – hmm!”

“Don’t talk nonsense to me, go home quickly.”

“Hmm…”

As Kazuka Nakano was pushed into the back seat, the quintuplets also sat in the car one after another.

As the black car slowly drove away, the surrounding lively environment instantly fell silent.

“It’s really a strong sense of contrast…”

Kitahara rubbed his reddened neck, then pushed open the door and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. (Good to the king)

Lying on the soft bed, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of Miwako Sato yesterday.

“I won’t go to the interview until ten o’clock tomorrow, and it looks like I can sleep in the morning.”

Recalling the interview process, Kitahara picked up the pillow on the side and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

The next day.

Quoted at 9:40 a.m.

After getting into a lazy bed, Kitahara drove to the location of the Nissho TV station.

“That’s supposed to be the interview, right?” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Looking at the studio in front of him, Kitahara glanced down at his watch, and then nodded with satisfaction.

It’s only 9:57, and I’m not late yet.

“Excuse me, is Miss Shui Wu interviewing here?”

Pushing the door and walking in, Kitahara saw a woman sitting on the sofa wearing a woman’s suit.

“Hello, I’m just Shui Wu Helpless!”.