So Hideki Morohoshi and Aito Miyamoto sat on the sofa and read.
Jiang Shouhuang, Kikukawa Seiichiro and Takizawa Shinya were sweating on the fitness equipment nearby.
Jiang Shouhuang exercised the most, while Kikukawa Seiichiro exercised slowly.
He just needs to improve his physical fitness.
After a period of exercise, Takizawa Shinya's face lost weight and his head looked smaller. His face was a bit big.
The biggest change was Jiang Shouhuang, whose clothes were all custom-made and changed in size.
His whole figure seemed to have begun to lose weight, and he looked taller as he lost weight.
Of course, the price paid is not small, such as often making a gasping sound, for example, he can only eat an appetizer while everyone else eats normally, and for example, he often wakes up from hunger at night.
But looking at himself gradually losing weight, Jiang Shouhang felt that these costs were nothing.
Even if he loses weight, he won't be as handsome as Morohoshi, or have a face like Miyamoto with no flaws at all.
But at least he looks better than himself now.
After an hour of exercise, Jiang Shouhuang wiped his sweat and walked towards the bathroom.
After being renovated, the bathroom can now take a shower, and even their own clothes are prepared in the office.
Of course, a scale is also prepared.
Jiang Shouhuang stood on the body fat scale, looked down at the data, and breathed a sigh of relief.
I am not obese and my weight is still decreasing steadily.
He lost 30 pounds in a month. Although he lost less weight as time goes by, it is estimated that he will be able to lose weight back to his normal shape in half a year.
"I feel like my face is about to turn into a slap face." Takizawa Shinya said, touching his face in the mirror.
Jiang Shouhuang took a look and said with a mocking expression from his friend: "It's an illusion."
No matter how much weight Takizawa Shinya loses, his face will never become the size of a palm. If it can be smaller, it is already very good, unless the other party has to shave off the bones.
"Compared to you turning into a slap face, Kukawa turning into a muscular man is more believable." Jiang Shouhuan said with a smile.
"Muscular man? I don't want it!" Kiyoshiro Kikukawa was stunned and quickly refused.
The traditional aesthetic of the Kikukawa family is that of a slender, thin, and somewhat sickly person. It's okay to have some muscles after taking off his clothes, but if he becomes a muscular man, he will never be able to perform on stage.
Heirs also have very high demands on their bodies.
"You can't train hard enough to become a muscular man." Hideki Morohoshi glanced at the three friends and explained tiredly.
Muscles are not that easy to train, right? Those in his family who are police officers train much more than this, and they have not become muscular men.
Even when wearing clothes, my figure looks quite thin.
"That's good." Kikukawa Seiichiro was relieved.
"Let's go back. We have to decorate the scene for Christmas tomorrow." Hideki Morohoshi closed the book and stood up.
"Are you going to prepare a Christmas tree full of presents?" Aito asked.
When he was in the United States, families there lived like this, except they didn't have a Christmas tree, only presents.
There are also parents who wear Santa Claus clothes and give gifts to their children, but neither does he.
Papa would never give him a gift wearing such clothes.
"...Almost." Morohoshi Hideki replied with a subtle expression.
In addition to the Christmas tree, I actually need to prepare other things...
"You will know tomorrow. I will pick you up tomorrow." Morohoshi Hideki looked like he didn't want to say more.
"Okay." Aito nodded quite understandingly.
If your family or friends don't want to talk about something, don't continue to ask, otherwise you will be disliked.
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The car stopped outside the gate.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, bye." Hideki Morohoshi leaned out of the car window and waved.
"See you tomorrow, Miyamoto."
"See you tomorrow."
Aito said goodbye to everyone and entered the home.
The lights were on in the room, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.
But in fact it was just Robert and Shiratama Juan.
"Uncle Ireland hasn't gotten off work yet." Miyamoto Aito knelt down and touched the white Shiba Inu.
It's also possible that I received a temporary assignment to do it.
But good children won't ask so many questions.
He just needs to wait at home for them to come back.
Aito held the white jade roll in his arms and lay on the legs of the 18-meter-long stuffed bear. He looked at the cookies and the paper figure Mingmei and waited.
Even with so many family members around him, he still couldn't feel anything.
Even though he knows they all love him.
But after becoming a paper man, you will no longer have emotions.
They are just family members who obey his words unconditionally.
This is also good, stay with him forever and be obedient.
It doesn't matter if there is no emotion of love, such behavior itself represents love.
His lack of feeling must not be enough. As long as there are enough family members and enough love, his disease can be cured.
Just like "Mom" said, he was just sick.
So I need to get more family members.
"Aito." Ireland pushed the door open and entered.
He even dragged a pine tree back.
"Is there anything you want for Christmas tomorrow?" He put the pine tree in the corner of the living room and took out a bunch of decoration props.
Get ready to arrange your pine tree into the perfect Christmas tree.
"Say what you want and Santa Claus will grant your wish." Ireland was decorating the Christmas tree and looked back at the boy.
He has already bought a Santa Claus costume and can try out what it feels like to play Santa Claus.
"But Uncle Ireland, there is no Santa Claus in the world." The white-haired boy sat on the sofa, holding a white Shiba Inu, with a smile on his face and gentle and calm eyes.
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"Even if you make a wish, you won't get a gift from Santa Claus," he said.
Because he has seen many Santa Clauses, all pretended by parents to hide their children.
There is no real Santa Claus in the world.
"Why do parents lie to their children that there is a Santa Claus in the world, and in order to make the children believe it, they pretend to be Santa Claus and give them gifts?" The boy's eyes and tone were pure doubts.
He didn't understand the purpose of doing this.
Because I can’t understand emotions, I don’t understand the so-called intentions.
There is no such thing explained in the book.
"That's not cheating, Aito." Ireland stopped what he was doing, stood up, wiped his hands and spoke.
"Santa Claus is an old man who wears red clothes and a red hat and gives children the gifts they want."
"Everyone who dresses like this and does this can be Santa Claus."
"Because the children did see the old man wearing red clothes, a red hat, and a white beard, and got the gift they wanted, this is not deception."
"Fairy tales are fake, but in reality there are also people who are creating real fairy tales for children." Ireland touched the boy's hair and said.
It's just that the children who grew up in the organization don't believe in fairy tales.
He himself didn't believe it, but he always wanted to treat Avicril the same way he would treat an ordinary child, even though he knew that Avicril was not an ordinary child.
"That's right." Aito nodded obediently.
Other children do not have six eyes and cannot see the true identity of the person dressed as Santa Claus, so for them, the one who can fulfill their wishes is the real Santa Claus.
He should also believe it.
After all, if a family member is willing to lie to him like this just to fulfill his wish, he should believe it unconditionally.