My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Although Fukuzawa Naotaka is a bit shallow, but his kindness Kitahara Hideji can feel it-the long centipede-shaped scar on his chest and abdomen should be the biggest pain in Fukuzawa's heart, and he can directly show it to himself. As a warning, this is already a clear expression of sincerity.

　　 I guess the other party really meant to see him as a junior, but he didn't know if he knew he was a fake RB boy or not.

But in any case, he also did his duty as an elderly person-this kind of mentality was also experienced by Kitahara Hideji during this period. He looked at Yoko's eyes always very tolerant, and would often euphemistically say some truths and principles in life. Life experience or something, although Yoko might be confused when he was more than ten years old, he still couldn't help but say.

　　 He simply hopes that Yoko will be better in the future, and it is estimated that Fukuzawa Naotaka will be the same. And what Naotaka Fukuzawa said is also very reasonable-he is not against the use of violence, the reasoning is similar to the old saying: the gun has the greatest deterrent power only before it is fired.

What he opposes is abuse of violence, not just referring to the fight with the gangsters yesterday. That one must be fought, and he understands it, but he is worried that Xiuji Kitahara was too young to taste the sweetness of violence. From then on. Go crooked.

Kitahara Hideji should be regarded as a more sensible and calm person. He felt that he would not enter the state of easy self-inflation, but felt the kindness of Fukuzawa Naotaka, and felt that reading is not harmful after all, so he nodded and thanked: "Thank you Mr. Fukuze for his kind words, I will read these books well."

　　 Flipping through it in your free time can be regarded as not letting down the good intentions of others.

Naotaka Fukuzawa smiled with satisfaction. The more he looked at Hideji Kitahara, the more he admired him. Whether he was sensible and talented, he had a good temper-there would be no harm without comparison. Although he loved his five salted egg daughters very much, he had to admit that he had five of his own family. The daughter tied together is not as cute as Kitahara Hideji alone.

　　 In the future, Akitaro can grow up to be like Kitahara Hideji, and he will be able to close his eyes when he die.

　　He pointed to the library and said with a smile: "If you are interested in the books here, Mr. Kitahara can freely read them, but please don't take these three rows of books."

　　 Kitahara Hideji looked at the direction of Fukuzawa Nao Takahiro, and couldn’t see anything special, so he couldn’t help asking: "These three rows are..."

　　 Could it be a family secret technique?

　　 "It was left by Dongmi and their mother." Naotaka Fukuzawa looked at the three rows of bookshelves with a nostalgic expression.

　　 Kitahara Hideji understands that these books are the relics of Fukuzawa Naotaka's late wife. Just look at them here. He is very afraid of taking them out and throwing them away, so he quickly said, "I see, Mr. Fukuzawa."

"Except for these three rows, it doesn't matter if the other Kitahara-kun wants to take them back to watch. Anyway, no one else in the family is interested in these." Fukuzawa Naotaka was also a little helpless. The eldest daughter was only interested in comics before. The mind is all put on study, these are not even touched, the second daughter does not need to mention, picking up the book and reading it for a while, she is confused, the third daughter is learning from the eldest daughter, except for the textbooks, the fourth daughter and five The daughter can't sit still, so don't even mention studying, and the younger son is still illiterate, and it's no use. "Well, Kitahara-kun can come when I have time. It doesn't matter if I am or not."

　　 After speaking, he patted Kitahara Hideji on the shoulder, left Hideji Kitahara and the book together and left. It is estimated that he is going to continue drinking or preparing to cook.

　　 Kitahara Hideji stood and looked at the book in his hand, and then at the door behind him. I thought Fukuzawa Naotaka was really interesting. Is it because he has a good eye and is very optimistic about his future, making early-stage investment?

　　 He thought about it for a while and laughed dumbly, then raised his eyes and looked up the library, and saw that the rows of bookshelves were quite neat and tidy.

RB is relatively humid. This library pays great attention to moisture and mildew prevention. There are activated carbon bamboo tubes for moisture absorption in the bookshelf compartments, and some of the corners of the bookshelves are placed with mothballs, and some are stuffed with hand-sewn tea bags to prevent insects. The work is also very good-Kitahara guessed that the tea bags should be made by Fuyuki Yukuri and his mother, but Naotaka Fukuzawa did not have this craft, and later simply used camphor balls.

Seeing so many books right now, and there is only himself here, Kitahara Xiuji suddenly became a little eager to move, and began to look at the bookshelves one by one looking for skill books-I have been trying to get some **** skills and brush the attribute points for a long time, and there has been no good chance. Today is also It was a surprise.

　　 Look at it this way, except for the little carrot head, this Fukuzawa family is really his own blessed land.

　　 He first looked at those three rows that could not be borrowed, and found that Dong Mi Xueli's mother used to be a...a young literary girl?

　　 Most of the books she collects are novels, essays and self-cultivation, accompanied by some books on music and painting appreciation, and some materials related to traditional folk culture in China and Japan.

These are very helpful for improving personal cultural literacy, but for the time being, it is of no use to Kitahara Hideji. He turned around and looked at the bookshelves of Fukuzawa Naotaka's collection-this is not a large library, only a few thousand books. Yeah, but it's quite rare for a family.

　　 Don't look at the Fukuzawa family's feeling a little down, it should have a bit of heritage.

　　 Fukuzawa Naotaka's collection of books is quite messy, it can be seen that he has no goals, just follow his temper. Xiuji Kitahara walked and looked at the spine of the book, hesitantly pulled out a book of "Introduction to Household Appliance Maintenance", and then opened it and waited for a while. The cheating copycat mobile game did not respond. It is estimated that it can't understand what household appliances are.

Hideji Kitahara didn't mind, anyway, his ambition was not to be a maintenance worker. He continued to look through the bookshelves and found that Fukuzawa Naotaka seems to have been running outside for a long time. There are many foreign books from other countries, and it feels like East Asia. The range went around a lot. This is convenient for him. Whatever he encounters to learn, anyway, these messy skills he can only brush up to the 5th elementary level at most, so if one or two attribute points are deceived, he will be finished.

　　 "Do you want to learn [Malay] skills?"

"Learn!"

　　 "Whether to integrate the [Eight Massage Methods] into [Medical Skills] skills?"

"Incorporate!" He thinks that it is better to integrate skills. In case of non-integration, it will be more troublesome to use separate brushes in the future, and the more attribute points, the lower the effect, and the unlucky mobile game cannot make a player. Brush attributes brushed to Ping A invincible.

　　 "Do you want to learn [Thai] skills?"

"Learn!"

　　 "Whether the [Huaiyang cuisine] and [home cooking] skills are combined into [cooking]?"

　　 "Fusion!"

　　 "Do you learn [fishing] skills?"

"study……"

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Xiuji Kitahara really doesn’t pick up his mouth, and regardless of whether the skill is useful or not, if you have the conditions to brush it, you can learn it first. He has integrated more than 50 books in one breath, and scanned two and a half bookshelves. Then he Holding the bookshelf there, he retched--the cottage mobile game was okay, his head couldn't stand it anymore, and a large amount of information squeezed in and turned into a pot of porridge, making him feel that the ceiling was starting to rotate, and he was very vomiting.

　　 He is a little greedy, in fact, he has so much vitality value in a day, and he has to line up to brush after learning. It can be done slowly. It can only be said that it is a moment of fever.

　　 He had been thinking about going to the library for a long time, and suddenly he saw a similar library. It really felt like a mouse entered the rice warehouse.

Kitahara retched and reflected for a moment, and suddenly felt that his temperament might indeed be insufficient in some respects. It might be necessary to cultivate his character, but that's something for the future. Now his chest is stuffy and he wants to breathe some fresh air, but he hesitates for a while. Let others see their embarrassed state, and walk across the bookshelf to the window.

　　Unexpectedly, the library windows were sealed with tape to prevent moisture. It was only for lighting. Fortunately, there was a moisture-proof air displacer on the side. He hurried up and took a few deep breaths, which made it feel better.

　　 He simply sat down cross-legged next to this thing, preparing to speak slowly, and after looking over the air displacer, he found an armor standing over there. He moved over with some curiosity, and looked carefully, and found that it was a very complete "vine armor".

Hideji Kitahara doesn't know much about armor. He has only read some rough introductions in swordsmanship books, but even so, it can be seen that this set of rattan armor is not an ornament-there are knife marks on the helmet, and a short pair on the front stand. Half of his tiger teeth (and possibly horns) were cut off, and many pieces of nails were missing on the carcass and the shoulder armor, and a cage hand was directly missing by half.

　　 Obviously someone wore this armor and went through many battles many years ago.

Hideji Kitahara looked at it for a while, suspecting that the Fukuzawa family's ancestors might be a low-level samurai~www.NovelMTL.com~ This set of black lacquer paint is unremarkable, with very few decorations, basically composed of leather, rattan and a small amount of metal, obviously The emphasis on light outfits for actual combat is not the same as the gorgeous color that high-level warriors have. More importantly, this is a set of infantry armor. Lightly follow the elite monster who eats ashes behind the horse.

　　 There is also a four-layer paulownia lacquered knife holder next to this armor. There are many knives long and short. It is estimated that Fukuzawa felt that the damp pee put these things here, so that it can be stored for a long time.

Hideji Kitahara hesitated for a moment, and felt that Fukuzawa didn’t say that it shouldn’t matter to look at it, so he gently picked up the top knife from the knife holder, and pulled out the knife with a light thumb. For a moment, he was stunned by the gleaming blade of water - this was the first time he held a real killing weapon in his two lives, and the [Sword Proficiency] was passive and naturally effective, making the sword faintly exudes a chill.

　　 He sat quietly with a knife for a while, and found that deep in his heart, he really wanted to chop something and try something with the knife. Could it be that this is the so-called "hands-on-hand, killing heart"?

　　 He sighed and was about to put the knife back in its sheath, but when his ears moved, he heard a soft sound of the library door, and then a light footstep sounded, and he dived directly in.

　　 Kitahara Hideji hurriedly inserted the knife into the scabbard, and asked softly, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" A voice from the snow came from the bookshelves, and then she crept over like a large civet cat, her head and brain was very cute, and she whispered softly: "I did not come in. People, I thought you were away!"

　　 While she was talking, she glanced at Xiujia Kitahara. Suddenly, the expression on her face was a little awed. She didn't dare to lean in at all. She knelt and sat down from a distance, carefully watching this side.