Chapter 135

Kitakami Yoru leaned on his knees with one hand, panting heavily.

After resting, he walked back to the original bench.

The training plan could be more than just this.

Back home, he still had to do crunches, planks, jumping jacks, and add some appropriate strength training.

No running at night, just do another round of aerobics, adjusting at any time according to his body's state.

At the bench.

A dachshund with a red bone collar was circling the bench, its dark eyes staring at Kitakami Yoru's bag, full of desire.

It was almost drooling.

Kitakami Yoru hadn't paid much attention; he was scrolling through news on his phone, and the yakuza had had another shootout.

Arriving near the bench, he finally saw the brown-haired dachshund.

"I remember, Yuigahama-san's dog is also this breed, right?"

Kitakami Yoru clearly recognized that this wasn't Yuigahama Yui's.

"Woof! Woof!"

Seeing Kitakami Yoru go to pick up the bag, Pesu immediately stopped in front of him, sat down, opened its mouth, and barked.

"Huh?"

Kitakami Yoru, who was taking out his thermos to drink water, looked curiously at this well-trained dog.

"Woof woof!"

Pesu's nose was full of the fragrance of the sandwich; it barked twice more ingratiatingly and raised its paw.

"You're so smart, do you want to shake hands with me?"

Kitakami Yoru still hadn't discovered the problem.

It was all Fujiwara Chika's fault for not feeding the dog early in the morning and taking it out for a walk instead.

"Woof woof!"

Pesu showed desire in a human-like way, wagging its tail desperately.

"Are you hungry?"

Just as Kitakami Yoru was about to take the sandwich, he suddenly realized and took out a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap.

Pesu was about to drool, and immediately kept rolling around to act cute.

Seeing this, Kitakami Yoru smiled, tore open the plastic wrap, broke off about a third, and placed it on the ground.

The sandwich was healthy food.

Whole-wheat bread, lettuce, tomato slices, bacon slices, and chicken strips seasoned with a little salt and black pepper.

"Woo woo..."

Pesu even knew to bark gratefully before eating the sandwich on the ground.

Kitakami Yoru had brought two in total, and he also shared a bit of the second one, throwing it to the little dog.

After eating breakfast and drinking some water, he went home to supplement his exercise.

"Woof woof..."

Pesu barked smartly, and after seeing Kitakami Yoru off, it quickly ran back.

The park was large, near the artificial lake on the other side.

Wearing sportswear and a white headband, Fujiwara Chika was calling for Pesu with an anxious face.

Finally, Pesu ran back from afar, and she hurriedly went up with the leash.

She had let Pesu go to move around freely for a while, but once she wasn't paying attention, the dog disappeared.

"Woof woof..."

Pesu came to Fujiwara Chika, its mind still full of the deliciousness of the sandwich it had just eaten.

"What did you eat, Pesu?"

Fujiwara Chika squatted down and found the food residue on the corner of Pesu's mouth, feeling anxious.

How could a dog distinguish whether those things were dangerous?

"Woof!"

As the dog of the future Prime Minister, could it be an ordinary individual? Could it not have been trained?

Pesu's intelligence was no less than that of a guide dog, police dog, or search and rescue dog.

"Don't eat random things next time."

Fujiwara Chika warned.

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

Kitakami Yoru used a cat teaser to tease San-san, looking at the TV boredly.

He really had nothing to do.

He wanted to do aerobics, but his body wasn't a robot and needed rest.

Even if it were a robot, it would need energy and regular replacement of old parts.

Reviewing, he had just studied for two and a half hours in one breath, and his brain was a mess.

"Maybe I should go out and walk around, find something to do."

After Kitakami Yoru moved out to live alone, he discovered he had a talent and hobby for cooking.

He turned to look at the kitchen, put down the cat teaser, and walked in.

Soon, a sound of heavy objects being moved came from the narrow kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru was cleaning the kitchen, clearing out space.

San-san stood on the back of the sofa, staring intently.

Half an hour.

Kitakami Yoru finished cleaning, and still feeling unsatisfied, he did a deep cleaning of the whole house.

How could this not be considered an alternative aerobic exercise?

He swept out a bag of trash and even changed the layout of the room slightly.

Kitakami Yoru put the books and adult games he had read before together with regular games and stuffed them into a large box under the bed.

He didn't need these anymore; he could sell them second-hand when he had time.

A large box, it should be able to recover some blood.

Kitakami Yoru, tired to the point of being unable to move, rested for a while, feeling very fulfilled, and went out again.

Taking the train, he went all the way to the Seibu Department Store in Minato Ward.

Kitakami Yoru went straight to the kitchenware section.

Because it was summer vacation, Japan, which had the world's number one visa-free passport, began to promote sunscreen and other products.

There were also lucky draw activities; spend a certain amount, and you could draw once.

Kitakami Yoru bought an air fryer, a small electric oven, a blender...

All were kitchenware; he wanted to improve his cooking level.

Anyway, being bored was being bored.

Gabriel seemed to have gone home, Aoyama Nanami was working, Kato Megumi was with her family, and seemed to have travel plans; most of those who could study at Shuchiin didn't have bad family conditions.

What could he do?

There wasn't even anyone to talk to!

Besides aerobic exercise, it was reviewing.

Simply...

Anyway, after losing weight in the future, returning to a normal diet, he would make up for all the suffering he had eaten during this time!

Adding a little money, Kitakami Yoru asked the supermarket to help with delivery and took the shopping receipt to the first floor of the department store to draw.

It had to be said that setting the lucky draw place on the first floor, where people came and went and could see it at a glance, was the most suitable for stimulating other people's desire to consume and the psychology of winning a big prize.

The grand prize was a luxury Mediterranean ten-day tour for a group of three.

The first prize was a luxury cruise tour docked at Chiba Port...

Kitakami Yoru held the receipt and stood in line silently.

"Logically speaking, I have the 'Little Luck' buff bonus, and occasionally lucky things happen; will I win?"