Chapter 130

The last day of July.

Early morning, only six o’clock.

Kitakami Yoru’s punctual biological clock starts working, waking himself up.

Starting today.

His running distance is adjusted to 1,500 meters.

Turning over on the small bed, Kitakami Yoru flips the thin quilt and leaves the room in slippers.

He doesn't know that his father and mother have been asking him to fold his quilt every day since he was a child.

His own room, his own bed, such a private place, who is it for to see?

When sleeping at night, doesn't he still need to open it for use?

Kitakami Yoru thinks folding the quilt is a very stupid thing, and he never folds the quilt himself.

"Gulp, gulp-"

"Is the coffee shop laying the floor today?"

Kitakami Yoru spits out the mouthwash and puts away the toothpaste and toothbrush.

Since he went to apply for the coffee shop job, a short period of time has passed.

He has also gradually adapted to how to get along with Yuigahama Yui-san’s mother.

Brushing his teeth, Kitakami Yoru grabs his hair, which is already a bit long, and has almost covered half of his face.

"Wait until I lose weight, completely lose weight, then go cut it."

Kitakami Yoru hesitates; he wants to see the brand-new himself then.

He sighs and walks to the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru looks at the small kitchen he cleared space for and completely renovated, and the kitchen supplies he bought before.

He hasn't missed a single one.

Opening the refrigerator, he drinks a sip of barley tea and takes out a piece of beef sealed in a box.

This piece is beef tenderloin, a whole piece, which was processed yesterday.

Kitakami Yoru cuts this piece of beef into large beef slices as thick as chopsticks and lets them sit aside.

He takes out the baking tray of the electric oven, spreads a layer of paper, sprays a little oil, spreads these beef slices directly on it, and finally sends them into the oven.

Top heat 200, hot air, bottom heat 180, 30 minutes.

Waiting quietly for the time set by the electric oven to end, Kitakami Yoru goes to add some cat food and water for San-san, and pets San-san, who is still sleeping.

"It’s time to do deworming in a while, and the vaccine also needs a booster..."

A dozen minutes later.

A wonderful fragrance of beef and various spices mixed together drifts out of the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru also prepares some cold boiled water with a thermos, washes some grapes, and a green apple.

Changing shoes, he goes to get his sports messenger bag.

Seven o’clock, the sunlight is still warm.

Tokyo’s hustle and bustle has just begun.

Kitakami Yoru walks to the park, preparing for his daily run.

Still the familiar position, he puts down the messenger bag and starts warming up.

The surrounding green trees make the breeze rustle.

The scenery is good.

Kitakami Yoru breathes the fresh air, jogs slowly in the morning, with no distractions.

At 1,200 meters, he can't hold on anymore.

Still no way, he can't finish the whole journey by running.

For the last three hundred meters, he chooses to walk.

For someone like him who is close to the micro-fat line, the results are already quite good.

After resting, Kitakami Yoru pulls his clothes to ventilate and cool down, and walks back unhurriedly.

Fujiwara Chika is at the artificial lake of this large park at this time. [1

She had a habit of morning jogging, and Pese also needed to be walked, otherwise he would run around and cause chaos at home.

"Pese, I'm letting you go play this time, but you know you can't go around eating random things, right?"

"If someone puts poison or chocolate in a sausage to trick you, you'll lose your life if you eat it...!"

Fujiwara Chika half-squatted down, holding Pese's collar with one hand and pointing her index finger with the other, solemnly warning Pese.

Pese was a bit of a glutton...

"Woof... woof-woof..."

Barking with a rhythmic cadence, Pese stared wide-eyed at Fujiwara Chika.

"Go on then, and remember not to scare anyone."

Fujiwara Chika looked left and right before letting Pese go.

"Woof!"

Pese barked and immediately took off running at full speed.

Kitakami Yoru was just walking back when he heard a dog bark behind him.

"It's you again."

Kitakami Yoru turned around and was somewhat surprised to see the familiar Pese rushing toward him.

Whose dog was this?

He had already run into it three times.

Aside from the time Kitakami Yoru fed it a sandwich, he had met Pese once during his morning jog the day before yesterday.

What he didn't know was that although Pese wasn't walked as frequently as his daily morning jogs, the dog still came out three to four times a week.

Pese rushed up to Kitakami Yoru, panting with its tongue out and wagging its tail, constantly circling him.

The dog was very well-behaved and smart, so Kitakami Yoru had no intention of shooing it away.

Returning all the way to where he had left his bag, Kitakami Yoru sat down and took a drink of water.

Pese cleverly lay down at Kitakami Yoru's feet, panting ingratiatingly, its drool almost dripping out.

The smell of meat, so fragrant~

"Don't be impatient, you'll get some, sit!"

Kitakami Yoru looked down at Pese and shouted in a stern voice.

"Woof!"

Pese barked once, sat down immediately, and stared obediently at Kitakami Yoru.

"Stick out your tongue!"

Kitakami Yoru took out the grilled, juicy, and meat-scented beef slices from his bag.

"Woof woof!"

Pese resisted the temptation, barked ingratiatingly twice, and stuck out its tongue.

"Very good, well done."

This wasn't Kitakami Yoru's first time training a dog; a long time ago, he had trained a little golden-haired dog just like this.

Pese lifted its head, barked at Kitakami Yoru, and wagged its tail frantically.

Kitakami Yoru tossed two slices of grilled beef to it and ate the rest himself.

He finished the few grapes and a green apple before leaving the park.

Pese also ran back to find Fujiwara Chika.

"Pese, did you eat something again?"

Fujiwara Chika's expression darkened as she noticed something unusual about Pese.

"Woof woof... whimper..."

Pese whimpered, starting to admit its mistake, then barked frantically, scratching at its paws as if trying to tell Fujiwara Chika something.

It wanted to say that it wasn't eating random things, but that a kind person had fed it.

"Alright, you're grounded at home for three days, no going out."

Fujiwara Chika wasn't a dog and didn't understand what Pese was trying to express.

In the afternoon.