The script wasn't so easy to write.
Dubian Che's self-righteous heart slightly converged.
He was only the top student in the nation, not some incredible scriptwriter.
As for the demands of the two young ladies being too harsh, in the end, it was still his own writing that wasn't good enough.
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Akiko and Miyazaki Miyuki returned home, and Xiaoquan Aonai, who had come home early from school, was already preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"There's also that little shop we often visit after school, the snack place we always patronize."
"And the endless nagging, the scolded mornings."
Accompanied by the slight sound of the gas stove's flames burning, there was also a gentle humming sound.
"It smells so good," Miyazaki Miyuki sniffed.
"Aonai, what are we eating today?" Akiko impatiently walked into the kitchen.
Xiaoquan Aonai was using both hands to repeatedly slap the meatball to remove the air inside and to constantly adjust the shape of the meatball.
