My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

As Hideji Kitahara closed the door, Yoko Ono let out a long sigh of relief, and erased the three numbers 110 on the screen of the mobile phone. After seeing that the power of the mobile phone was low, she hurriedly put the mobile phone on standby. Then she took a few steps forward cautiously and picked up the bento box.

The bento was overheated, and the scent wafted out as soon as she opened it, which immediately made her mouth water, and her saliva almost flowed out, she was indeed hungry.

She thought about it, but she didn't dare to eat it, so she held back and covered the bento box properly, then put it in her schoolbag, hid the schoolbag in a corner, and ran downstairs quickly.

She stepped out of the apartment building and immediately dodged into the shadows, carefully observing her surroundings. Fortunately, this place is remote and there are almost no pedestrians on the road, which made her feel a little relieved.

She walked carefully along the street along the gutter, calling softly: "Hyakujiro, Hyakujiro..."

"Meow!" Her voice startled a wild cat, and a shrill meow startled her, and then the cat jumped off the wall, glanced at her proudly, and walked away leisurely.

Yoko Ono patted her chest, looked around again, "Hyakujiro, where are you?"

"Woof! Woof!" Following the soft barking of the dog, a little milk dog emerged from the gutter, wagging its tail and threw itself at Yoko Ono's feet, very happy.

Yoko Ono hugged it and shouted happily: "Hyakujiro, so you are here!"

Hyakujiro licked her hand, then arched his head into her arms, then raised his head and wanted to lick her face.

Ono Yoko pushed the dog's head, giggled and said, "No, it stinks to death."

After arguing with the puppy for a while, she immediately realized that it was not safe here, and quickly looked around vigilantly, then sneaked into the shadows with the puppy in her arms, ran to the apartment building, and quickly fled back to the front of the house.

She put the puppy on the ground, put her finger to her mouth and gave a "shh", then whispered, "Don't bark, Hyakujiro."

The puppy was very obedient, so he sat there wagging his tail, panting softly, without barking.

Yoko Ono dragged the schoolbag and took out the bento box. When Hyakujiro smelled the scent, the dog's eyes lit up suddenly, and the tail wagged even more happily, but he still didn't bark and just waited there.

Yoko Ono put the lid of the bento box in front of it, and said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Hyakujiro, it should not be poisonous, at most it may be a drug... If I am fascinated, it will be miserable. If you I'll protect you if you get dizzy, so please try it first, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Onisan looks like a good person, he should be fine, tomorrow I will find a way to make you some delicious food to compensate you."

Hyakujiro couldn't understand, he stuck out his tongue and tilted his head, his pair of dog eyes glowed green in the dark, as if looking forward to it.

"You're hungry too!" Yoko Ono said, tearing up a piece of chicken and taking some rice and vegetables and putting them on the bento box, Momojiro lowered his head and sniffed, his tail wagging like a propeller, "Whew!" The voice was even more urgent, and he quickly looked up at Yoko Ono, waiting for her to give an order.

Yoko Ono stroked its dog's head happily, and said with a smile, "Eat it quickly!"

Hyakujiro immediately lowered his head and started to gobble it up. The dog's mouth "bajibaji" made Yoko Ono even hungrier. Hyakujiro quickly swept away the food, and even the lid of the bento box was licked until it was shiny. Ono Yoko hesitated, and added some more, "Let's each have half of it! Eat slowly, I don't have any Eat, no more."

Hyakujiro is a puppy, estimated to be only two or three months old. After eating half a bento, he licked the oil on the corner of his mouth and was satisfied. He rubbed against Yoko Ono's feet to show his courtesy, and Yoko Ono picked him up. , stroking its back gently, scratching its belly from time to time, making it hum comfortably.

"Hakujiro, how are you doing on the street? Don't run around on the street, be careful with cars, and don't fight with other dogs. When you encounter a dog hunting team, just like I taught you, go to the drain quickly. Do you understand?" Yoko Ono combed the dog's fur and talked to it in a low voice, "I will have my own home in about ten years, Hyakujiro, you will be old by then, right? You must persist until then, this is our agreement!"

"Wow..." Hyakujiro raised his head and glanced at Yoko Ono. He didn't know if he understood, but the dog answered in a low voice.

Ono Yoko played with Hyakujiro for a while, and seeing that Hyakujiro was still very energetic, he put it on the ground, took out the bento, separated the convenient chopsticks, put his hands together, and said happily: "I'm starting!"

Hyakujiro sat at her feet and looked at her with his tongue out. Yoko Ono taught him while eating, "If mom comes back later, I say run, you run against the wall, don't make a sound, understand ?"

Hyakujiro didn't respond this time, just staring at her bento. Ono Yoko said distressedly: "It's agreed to be half of each person, I'm hungry too! Well, I'll give you a little bit at the end."

She shared some rice and put it on the ground, Momojirou immediately rolled his tongue into his mouth, the dog's eyes were full of joy.

...

Hideji Kitahara was full, carefully re-covered the disposable bento box, put it in the garbage bag in the bathroom, and scratched his head looking at the mold on the floor—it took him two hours to remove the mold when he first arrived , the result now has again.

RB has an oceanic climate with a lot of humidity, and the apartment has been old for a long time. As a result, spring has mold everywhere, which makes him unbearable. He is from northern China, where he seldom sees things with long hairs, and everything is dry and clean, and he is very self-disciplined, and he likes things to be neat and clean. Now there is no way to deal with these molds, which makes him very uncomfortable. .

He took the brush and brushed a few conspicuous places, but it was of no use. He sighed and dropped the brush and went back outside. He picked up his phone and opened the schedule, considering whether to allocate more time for cleaning.

He thought about it for a while, cruelly allocated another two hours to the mold removal on the weekend, and then re-adjusted the schedule, allocating all the free time during the week to sword practice.

The vitality value recovery was almost full, and he touched the Su Zhen stick again to start the Su Zhen practice. With the improvement of the [Ancient Flow Swordsmanship] skill level, the understanding of swordsmanship in his mind seemed to become clearer.

The so-called "Suzhen" practice is to raise the sword over the head at about forty-five degrees, cut down while sending the foot forward, and retreat at a certain point. As for this point, the position is different according to different schools. Some schools cut to the chest and abdomen, and some schools cut to the end without mercy.

There are many purposes for doing this training, such as getting used to holding the sword correctly, improving arm strength, practicing strength, and exercising endurance, but the most important thing is the degree of mastery - it is impossible to guarantee that every sword will hit someone, if there is no such strength The point is, if you are not used to retracting the sword after cutting the air, then the opponent will have no way to parry it when they counterattack, and it will be the account directly.

This can be regarded as the basic skill of RB swordsmanship, from the beginning to the end, it should be non-stop.

The small room was rather stuffy, and Hideji Kitahara was sweating profusely again soon, and his muscles had not rested before, and now they were filled with lactic acid again, making the pain unbearable, but he still swung his sword with a firm eye—— Good conditions, if you don't work hard, you will be a fool!

The so-called sweat as much as you eat, if you want to succeed, you have to sweat first! And there is no father to fight, waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?

I don't know how long it took, the ring finger and little finger of the left hand that was in charge of controlling the sword lost strength, and Su Zhenbang came out of his hand. Kitahara Hideji glanced at the experience value in the lower left corner, and found that 【Ancient Style Swordsmanship】is still at LV5.

There is no way around this. Originally, the skills in the game are very easy in the early stage, but after allowing players to enjoy the benefits of the skills, they start cheating. Either you need liver, or you need kryptonite. It is more difficult to upgrade. It is considered a game production company. One of the money tricks.

[Japanese] Skills: He recited fifty-tone pictures and mixed experience to LV5, and then relied on daily conversations to accumulate experience. He has now reached level 7, and he intends to improve his swordsmanship quickly, so he can only work harder.

Panting heavily, he sat down to rest, picked up those "Little Art of War" books, and prepared to take a good look at them. At this time, there was a loud noise from outside, followed by a burst of cursing.