My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 called scolding outside, and Hideji Kitahara didn't take it seriously. This situation can be regarded as everyday here, and there are often some frustrated people who get drunk and then beat and swear all the way to vent their grievances in life-there is no one who is proud of living here. It really happens every day, and almost nobody cares. Occasionally, people would call the police when they saw too much trouble, and then the police would use the quilt to tie the drunk back to the police station to sober up.

　　 But this time Hideji Kitahara thought for a while, opened the door gently, looked into the darkness at the end of the corridor, and whispered, "Yoko?"

　　 "Woo~Wow! Woo..."

　　 answered him with a barking, and then the barking became a whimper, as if the dog's mouth was covered. Hideji Kitahara waited for a while before hearing Yoko Ono's voice sounded, "Onixan, I'm here."

　　 "hasn't the parents contacted yet?"

　　 Ono Yoko stood up and whispered: "I live with my mother... Mom hasn't answered the phone yet."

　　Single-parent family? Hideji Kitahara couldn't help but feel soft, and looked at the apartment next to a drunk who was hitting the trash can with a wooden stick. He cursed at the sky from time to time. After thinking about it, he said, "It's too late, outside. Not safe, come and wait for me!"

Ono Yoko looked at Kitahara Hideji, and then at the drunk downstairs-she knew that there were also a few drunkies living upstairs, and it's time to come back with a full drink, if you inadvertently pay attention To myself...

Although she is young, she also knows that this area is not a good place to live in. Usually, she doesn’t go out as much as possible when she comes home. But now it’s so late, and it’s really scary that it’s dark outside. Let’s take a look at Beiyuan. Xiuci Jianmei and Xingmu, with a righteous look, really did not look like a bad person. The two evils are the lesser one, so he hesitated to pick up the schoolbag and hugged the puppy and walked over, and asked softly: "Will you give Ounisan a chance?" trouble?"

"fine."

　　 "Then...I will trouble O'Neissan. I will leave after this period of time has passed."

　　 Kitahara Hideji smiled, opened the door wide, and said, "Come in!"

　　 "Thank you!" Yoko Ono bowed and thanked him, pinched the phone in her hand, and then slipped into the apartment next to it, trying to make her smile sweeter without showing tension and caution.

　　 She took off her shoes at the simple entrance, paying attention to the movement of Hideji Kitahara behind her, only to find that he had just concealed the door and walked into the room. She couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Don't you close the door, Onixan?"

　　 Kitahara Xiuji turned his head and smiled: "Let's do it, I don't have anything worth robbing here." The so-called melon field does not accept shoes, and Li Xia does not win the crown. He is a single male, and he should avoid any suspicions.

Yoko Ono blinked and understood, her heart was slightly relaxed, and the smile on her little face became more natural, but when she carried her schoolbag into the house, she found that she had accidentally carried the dog in, and suddenly wanted to go out and send the dog away. . And Kitahara Hideji had already taken the corrugated box in which the book was loaded, and smiled: "Is this your dog? Put it inside first!"

　　 (Don’t stain your floor...)

　　 Ono Yoko hesitated, put Hyakujiro in, and whispered: "It's my dog, but my mother doesn't let it be kept at home, so I can only put it on the street."

　　 (A very gentle person, he doesn't even dislike Hyakujiro's dirty...)

　　 Hyakujiro entered the cardboard box and did not make trouble. With two front legs on the edge of the cardboard box, Hideji Kitahara yelled softly, as if saying hello.

　　 Kitahara Xiuji took a look at it, and found that it was an ordinary dog, and the pedigree should be quite heterogeneous, the dog could not be distinguished at a glance, but the pair of dog eyes seemed quite spiritual.

Since the dog didn't make noise, didn't intend to mess up the house, Kitahara didn't care about it, and greeted Yoko Ono and said, "Just sit down, Yoko, I have nothing here. I have nothing to entertain you. I'm sorry. "

　　 Ono Yoko politely bowed again, and said with a sweet smile: "Thank you very much, Onixan."

　　 Kitahara Hideji saw her smile sweetly, but her hands and feet were very cramped, and she seemed a little uneasy. He also has this kind of experience. He spent a period of time in relatives' homes, and he knew how to deal with it better-that is, it is best to leave her alone, let her stay by herself is best, too enthusiasm is counterproductive.

　　 "Well, Yoko, I'll read a book for a while."

　　 "Okay, Onixan."

　　 Kitahara Hideji went to the innermost part of the house and left the place near the door to Yoko Ono, then picked up a book of "Little Art of War" and read it, which confirmed the unclear imprints in his mind.

　　 Yoko Ono felt a lot more comfortable watching Kitahara Hideji's attitude. He pointed his finger at Hyakujiro and ordered him not to be noisy. Then he sat down carefully, not even breathing loudly.

　　 She sat for a while, took a peek at Kitahara Xiuji, and found that his attention seemed to be completely focused on the book, so she had the courage to look carefully.

　　 The black hair is a bit long for boys, and the fine pieces are scattered on the forehead, and the facial features have deep shadows under the light, which makes Kitahara Hideji look cold and hard. Her brows were slightly frowning, her lips were drawn very thin, and she seemed to be thinking seriously-Yoko Ono looked at it for a while, but found that she couldn't look away, as if Kitahara Hideji had some kind of magical attraction, which was reassuring and reliable. It feels that just looking at it like this, there is a sense of happiness spontaneously.

She resisted the desire to look again and moved her gaze to the tatami mats that were moldy in the cracks. She felt a little strange in her heart, but she quickly relieved - he is a high school student, he must be different from the little boys she knew. This is normal, and it must be that I'm rare and weird.

　　 She stayed for a while and had nothing to do. Looking at Hideji Kitahara, she didn't care about her, she dragged her schoolbag, quietly took out the books and started doing homework, and soon became immersed in the study.

The room was silent for a while, only a few vague shouts occasionally came from the street outside ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and Hyakujiro stood with the box for a while and found that no one was playing with him, so he had to curl up in the box and start to doze. .

　　 Kitahara Hideji was reading a book about swordsmanship collected by Shishimaha. This book cannot be used as a skill book, but it records some interesting facts about ancient swordsmanship, which can be used to literacy.

　　Modern kendo generally refers to sports kendo, which is a sport, and the predecessor of kendo is Chi Guoguo's killing skills, which has been active on the battlefield for a long time.

　　It is divided into three main schools: One-sword style, Shinto style, Yin style.

The earliest recorded swordsmanship genre is Nakajo Ichidori, founded by Nakajo Nagahide. Its core advocates are vulgar, "cut down the enemy before the enemy cuts me down." Refers to only holding a knife-many branches of the school have the technique of fighting with two swords, but there is no such name as two swords, three swords and four swords.

　　 The most famous one-sword style tribe is Beichen One-sword style. The 43 sets of combos that are rumored to be a compulsory course for RB police, in a sense, it can be regarded as official martial arts.

　　 At the same time as the first swordsmanship genre, the core spirit of the one-sword style has been running through the development of RB swordsmanship, which is to quickly cut down the enemy to prevent yourself from being cut, which makes RB swordsmanship always full of offensiveness...

Hideji Kitahara slowly flipped the pages of the book, confirming the marks of swordsmanship in his brain, and found that, as stated in the text, even defense in RB swordsmanship is for the subsequent use of the trend to cut down the enemy. It is countless to attack and attack. All the hands-on images are no more than thirty seconds.

　　 He could not help muttering as he read a line in the book: "Any actual fight for more than sixty seconds, then the two sides must be acting... It's really a killing skill. The goal is really simple and clear."