My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

　　 After a full meal—this kind of roadside stall is considered a feast for Kitahara Hideji and Ono Yoko—the two of them took Hyakujiro to the house.

The spring breeze caught the moisture from the sea, making the air moist, slightly salty and quite cool. Kitahara took a deep breath and stretched out a long waist, feeling the pressure accumulated during the recent period of time, spirit. The feeling of fatigue and boredom on the Internet has gone with it, and I am in a good mood. Ono Yoko carried a big schoolbag and followed his lap, with a smile on his face, it seemed that all the embarrassments in life had been temporarily forgotten.

　　 Hyakujiro is the happiest one, with a big bone dangling his eyebrows, he has to stop and lick a few times from time to time. Its tongue seemed to be covered with barbs, licking the bones bald, and he was reluctant to bite, and it felt like he couldn't let it go.

　　 It licked it for a while and then looked up, and found that the two masters were walking away, quickly grabbed the bones to catch up, and licked it on the spot for a while-it seemed to have little courage, for fear of being thrown on the street.

　　 After returning to the apartment building, Kitahara Hideji deliberately sent Ono Yoko to the door and listened carefully. The sensitive Yoko Ono found out, but she didn’t feel embarrassed this time. She seemed to be able to face Hideji Kitahara calmly about this kind of thing. She just explained: "It’s okay, Onixan, mom is going to work this time. ."

She was so frank, but made Kitahara Xiuji a little embarrassed. She felt like a villain, and smiled awkwardly: "That's fine...I'll go back, Yoko, goodbye." He rubbed it after he finished speaking. Ono Yoko's little head. Turning around, he kicked Hyakujirou's **** and motioned to him to follow him home.

　　 Ono Yoko stretched out a small hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and was silent for a while and said softly, "Thank you, Onixan."

　　 Kitahara Hideji laughed blankly, "It's just a meal, so I don't need to thank you so formally."

"No, I don't mean eating meat... The meat skewers are really delicious. Thank you Onixan for this, but I want to thank you..." Yoko Ono said a few words and didn't seem to know how to express it, hesitated. He asked: "Is Onixan pitying me?"

After all, the two parties have no relatives for no reason, and it is not that they have other plans for themselves. They are different from the eyes of the mother's... those "friends" who look at them. Those people's eyes are disgusting and scary, and Onixan's eyes are warm. completely different.

　　 I can't give him any benefit, for what?

Hideji Kitahara was silent for a while. He bent down and looked at Ono Yoko's eyes, and said seriously: "It's not pitiful, Yoko, we have fate, I just did what I wanted to do... This caused you. Are you troubled?"

　　 When he was young and most helpless, he also hoped that someone could give him some warmth...Of course, not! He saw Yoko now as if he had seen himself in the past, and he couldn't help but want to do something. It was to make up for the regrets that year. It is better to say that it is pitiful than to empathize.

　　 But these are inconvenient to explain to Yoko Ono, the original owner of this body does not seem to be displaced in his childhood.

　　 Ono Yoko was puzzled for a moment, but looking at the sincerity in Kitahara Hideji's eyes, he laughed again in a blink of an eye and shook his head vigorously, "No, no trouble, Onixan, I'm very happy!"

　　 Kitahara Hideji took a sigh of relief, and smiled softly, "That's good, I hope you can be happy, Yoko."

　　 Yoko Ono looked up at Hideji Kitahara's somewhat fuzzy face in the dark, nodded vigorously, and said seriously, "I will be happy!"

"Then I'm going." Kitahara Xiuji rubbed her little head again, still feeling very comfortable, couldn't help laughing, turned around and walked towards his apartment, while Hyakujiro turned around and looked around. The host finally shook his tail at Yoko Ono and followed Hideji Kitahara.

　　 Yoko Ono opened the door and went in, watching from the crack in the door that Hideji Kitahara kicked Hyakujiro’s **** and returned home, and then locked the door. There was Ruoruuowu's smell of tobacco and alcohol, her small face suddenly darkened, and she looked around the whole room bitterly, but after a while, there was a blush on her face, and her back was a little weak against the door. Muttered softly: "Is it fate? Ernie sauce..."

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Kitahara Hideji entered the apartment, took a look at the bones in Hyakujiro's mouth, and found that he couldn't even see the oil stars, and it was impossible to stain the floor, so he left it alone, and went to the desk to sit down and read the book. ——The painful history of RB. Five hundred people in a group fight must be recorded in the book, and some weird names such as "XX Combat" and "XX Battle" are intangible. Mind, the exam is so special, it's dead!

　　 Without knowing that Hyakujiro had escaped, Le Dian went to the corner of the room, tilted his head and rested his bones and dog eyes were gentle as water.

　　 Time passed slowly, and after taking the historical time series notes, Hideji Kitahara dropped his pen and figured out for a while who killed who was killed in the Heian era, but he always felt a little unsure. Of course, he was not worried about the dead in the Heian era. He looked at the alarm clock. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and he went out after hesitating for a while. Have you been waiting?

　　 In case something happens to your conscience, just take a look just in case!

　　 Kitahara Hideji went to the small park near the station under the frosty moonlight. At this time, there are very few people in the park, and occasionally some homeless tramps emerge from this corner and dive into another shadow. There is also a group of obviously bad teenagers who gather together to smoke and drink. There was a hostile spirit from far away.

　　 Kitahara Hideji turned a blind eye to these. After looking for a while in the park, he saw Fukuzawa Yuki from a distance sitting on a bench in the park, and a street lamp above his head was emitting a pale light.

　　 As expected, I didn't go back... I really don't know what to say. If the mentally retarded is like this, it should be regarded as a disability, right?

Kitahara was speechless for a moment, and quickly stepped forward to say hello, only to find that Yuki Fukuzawa was sitting still and was asleep-sitting there with her face up to the sky without a girl, sleeping soundly. And she was the only one who wanted to come too late, and she had already sent him home.

　　 "Fukuzawa-san? Hello, Fukuzawa? Wake up, Fukuzawa-san!" After Kitahara Xiuji approached and called for a few times, Fukuzawa Xueli woke up in a daze. She reached out her hand to wipe the saliva from her mouth, and asked in confusion, "It's time for dinner?"

　　 Kitahara Hideji sighed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ helplessly said: "It's late, let's go home early!" You are almost an adult, and you are old enough to get married. Why are you still so uncomfortable?

Fukuzawa Xueli then saw who was in front of her. She stood up and happily said: "It turns out that it is you, you are finally here! Come on, let's have a fight!" She was excited. To touch her giant wooden knife, but when she turned around, she shook slightly, and there was a thunder in her belly. She patted her stomach with a wooden knife and laughed: "I'm hungry!"

　　 How did this kind of mentally handicapped children enter the private Daifuku Academy? Kitahara Hideji is really in a complicated mood but can't say anything. He stretched out his hand and held down the wooden knife in Fukuzawa Xueli, and coaxed her very sincerely: "Fukuzawa classmate, it's too late today, and you didn't have a meal. I don't want to take advantage of others. Let's compare it another day. OK?"

　　 "Not good!" Fukuzawa Xueli refused in a mouthful, and slammed the wooden knife heavily on the ground, saying solemnly, "I can't let my sister be bullied in vain."

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at Fukuzawa Yuki’s serious expression, feeling that she was really childlike stubborn, thinking about it and admitting her fate: "Okay, I'll go back and get the bamboo sword."

　　 sent her early and let her go home sooner, the sisters are no normal people, and I deserved to be unlucky enough to meet them.

"No!" Fukuzawa Xueli saw that he was finally willing to compete, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he drew a normal-sized wooden knife from the sword bag and said generously: "Use mine! I'm hungry, you It’s fair that weapons don’t take advantage."

　　 Kitahara Hideji thanked him and took it. After trying his hand, he slowly backed away a few steps with the knife, and said politely: "Come on, Fukuzawa-san!"

　　 Fukuzawa Xueli laughed, the wooden knife in his hand was raised high, and she yelled: "Aha, I'm going to go!"