Regarding choices, asking Wu Geng He will only make things more complicated. If Wu Geng He did not consult his sister's opinion, but ordered takeout on his own initiative, the choice of "what to eat" would be transformed into "should I eat it?"

If you choose, the fifth update may be easier.

In fact, she was not hungry. The more mentally exhausted she was, the harder it was for Wu Geng to arouse her desire to eat. This may seem contradictory, but it is true. Wu Geng has always felt that her spirit is closely related to her appetite.

They are connected and have a positive correlation. The evidence is that when you are excited, you will overeat. For example, the night before a trip to elementary school, you would eat so much that it was difficult to fall asleep.

So Wu Geng guessed that his soul is stored in his stomach pouch. This is of course just a subjective guess, but the soul itself is a subjective concept. In this sense, the soul exists somewhere in the body that people think of. This conclusion

It's not necessarily wrong.

Just talking about these here seems to be meaningless.

That night, at five o'clock in the morning, she found a replacement bedding from the cupboard, took a comfortable bath and got into bed. It was just after nine o'clock, and she rarely went to bed so early. On the contrary, she got up late a lot of times.

.I often meet the depressed Sakurai who is being escorted by Wakatsuki downstairs in the company.

Wu Geng carefully covered his face, staggered the time to go upstairs, and at the same time hypnotized himself, "I was late because I studied too late, unlike Sakurai-san..."

The result was no different. On the quarter-sized tardiness list posted next to the door of the training room, Wu Geng steadily occupied the third position, only four times behind Sakurai, who was in first place. By the way, second place was

It's Shaori Matsumura. Of course, this is not an honor, but when I see my name on that list every day, I always feel like I have done something bad.

Considering that it might not be conducive to cultivating the group's cohesion, I secretly stuffed several anonymous letters into the door of Nanxiang's workroom, roughly expressing suggestions that mobilizing members' enthusiasm should focus on encouragement and praise, etc., and reminded them emphatically.

I canceled the late schedule. I was worried that my handwriting would be recognized, so I used words cut out from newspapers to make collages. It was a huge amount of work, but the letters just disappeared into the sea.

It is worth mentioning that Sakurai was called several times to talk to him during this period, and two guards were added to the door downstairs to check passes when entering or exiting.

A few days later, I went to investigate on a whim, and found that there was a camera installed on the opposite wall, filming directly at the door of the room. I stepped back step by step, and since then, I have never been near it again.

That's too far.

Lying on the bed at five o'clock, she was covered with a brand new quilt. She buried her face in the quilt and took a deep breath. There was no old smell, but the faint aroma of camphor wood, which was not pungent and very soft.

I put the quilt I put down in the closet. If the weather is fine tomorrow, I plan to put it up in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

The surroundings were very quiet, and you could barely hear any sounds if you held your breath. I wonder if it was a psychological illusion, but it was indeed much quieter here than in Tokyo. In such an environment, she felt a little uneasy, always thinking about trivial things, such as

The diary on the table stops at August 20th, and there is no record of what happened after that. Time seems to have stopped on that day.

(ex){}&/Wugenghe said seriously to his sister who was still lying in bed.

"Aren't you afraid that your debut album won't sell?" he asked.

"No problem, I don't believe that." Through the quilt, Wu Geng's voice penetrated outside and became a little dull.

"It's not a matter of belief or not, right?"

"Besides, the failure to sell is the fault of the operation. Who cares? The company is bankrupt. Do you think this is the responsibility of dispatching employees?"

"Wow, I really want to post this recording on my Twitter. If I post it on Nobanban's official tweet, can I get more than 10,000 retweets?"

"...You can try it."

The most important thing in everything is persistence. Wu Geng thinks that this sentence can be slightly modified to say that the most important thing in everything is trying, which makes perfect sense. It was because of trying that she stepped into the idol circle. She lived in Tokyo for four months and made new friends.

.It was precisely because she chatted with these new friends until two in the morning that she found it difficult to get out of bed. Of course, it was also because of the cold weather and the fact that it didn’t matter whether she went to visit the shrine during the New Year. But here she still puts the blame on her friends.

Relatively safe.

"Sister, are you really not going?"

"Please help me pray."

"I've never heard of that."

It was true that she didn't go out at five o'clock that day. In fact, she slept until almost noon before getting up.

Later, during her first call with the members during the New Year, she lied that she had gone to visit the New Year shrine. She also characterized the lie as good faith without permission.

On the 3rd, carrying the same backpack and being escorted by Wu Genghe, Wu Geng boarded a plane to Tokyo.

This is the third time she has taken this flight, and there may be a fourth or fifth time in the future.

She took out a new book from her schoolbag, and suddenly remembered that the "Adventures of Sheep", a quarter of which was still unread, was placed on the bookshelf in the bedroom.

The original plan was to save the rest of the content and read it on the way to Tokyo, which can be regarded as a response.

The book is not interesting enough to make Wu Geng eager to know the ending of the whole story, nor is it boring enough that he can instantly forget about the riddles of the story. Wu Geng prefers the experience of reading.

However, the book was left in the bedroom in my hometown - on the bookshelf in the shade.

A mystery has been solved, and I don’t know how long it will take for the next answer to be revealed.

That's okay, she thought.
Chapter completed!