Chapter 143

The last day of July.

Early morning, only six o'clock.

Kitakami Yoru's biological clock started working on time, waking himself up.

Starting today.

His running distance was adjusted to 1500 meters.

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

He didn't know why his mom and dad had 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 was it for to see?

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

Kitakami Yoru thought folding the quilt was a very stupid thing; he never folded his quilt.

"Gulp gulp—"

"Is the coffee shop laying the floor today?"

Kitakami Yoru spat out the mouthwash, put away the toothpaste and toothbrush.

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

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

After brushing his teeth, Kitakami Yoru grabbed his hair, which was already quite long, almost covering half of his face.

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

Kitakami Yoru hesitated; he wanted to see the brand-new himself then.

He sighed and walked to the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru looked at the small kitchen he had cleared space for and renovated, and the kitchenware he had bought before.

He hadn't missed a single thing.

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

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

Kitakami Yoru cut this beef into large beef slices the thickness of chopsticks and let them sit aside.

He took out the baking tray of the electric oven, spread a layer of paper, sprayed a little oil, laid the beef slices directly on it, and finally sent 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 added some cat food and water for San-san, and grabbed San-san, who was still sleeping.

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

A dozen minutes later.

A wonderful fragrance of beef and various spices mixed together wafted from the kitchen.

Kitakami Yoru also prepared some cold boiled water in a thermos, washed some grapes, and a green apple.

Changed his shoes and went to get his sports bag.

Seven o'clock, the sun was still warm.

Tokyo's bustling traffic had just begun.

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

Still the familiar position, he put down his bag and began to warm up.

The surrounding green trees made the breeze rustle.

The scenery was good.

Kitakami Yoru breathed the fresh air, jogging slowly in the morning, his heart without distractions.

At 1200 meters, he couldn't persist.

There was no way; he couldn't complete the whole journey by running.

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

For someone like him who was moderately obese and close to the slightly obese line, the result was already very good.

After resting for a while, Kitakami Yoru pulled his clothes to ventilate and cool down, and walked back unhurried

Chika Fujiwara was at the artificial lake in the large park at this moment.

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

"Pesu, I'm letting you go to play this time, but you must know not to eat random things, okay?"

"If someone put poison or chocolate in a sausage to trick you, you'd lose your life if you ate it...!"

Chika Fujiwara half-squatted, one hand gripping Pesu's collar, the other extending an index finger, solemnly warning Pesu.

Pesu was a bit gluttonous...

"Woof... woof woof..."

Barking a few times with quite a rhythmic sense, Pesu widened his eyes, looking at Chika Fujiwara.

"Go on, remember not to scare others."

Chika Fujiwara looked left and right before letting go of Pesu.

"Woof!"

Pesu barked and immediately took off running.

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

"It's you again."

Kitakami Yoru turned his head and saw the familiar Pesu rushing toward him, feeling a bit surprised.

Whose dog was this?

He had already encountered it three times.

Excluding the time before when Kitakami Yoru fed it a sandwich, he had met Pesu once during his morning jog the day before yesterday.

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

Pesu rushed in front of Kitakami Yoru, panting with his tongue out and wagging his tail, constantly circling around him.

This 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 sip of water.

Pesu then smartly lay down at Kitakami Yoru's feet, ingratiatingly sticking out his tongue, drool almost flowing out.

The smell of meat, so fragrant~

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

Kitakami Yoru looked down at Pesu, his voice turning stern as he shouted.

"Woof!"

Pesu 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!"

Pesu resisted his gluttony, barked ingratiatingly twice, and stuck out his tongue.

"Very good, well done."

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

Pesu raised his head, barked at Kitakami Yoru, and wagged his tail frantically.

Kitakami Yoru threw two slices of grilled beef to him and ate all the rest himself.

He then ate that bit of grapes and a green apple before leaving the park.

Pesu also ran back to find Chika Fujiwara.

"Pesu, did you eat something again?"

Chika Fujiwara's expression sank as she discovered Pesu's abnormality.

"Woof woof... woo..."

Pesu whimpered, started to admit his mistake, and began barking frantically, scratching with his paws, wanting to tell Chika Fujiwara something.

He wanted to say that he didn't eat random things, but that a kind person had fed him.

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

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

Afternoon.