My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

After school in the afternoon, Uchida Yuma called the three of them to play game consoles, but Kitahara Hideji resolutely refused, and directly got on the tram back to the apartment.

Uchida Yuma didn't mind either, and dragged Shikishima Ritsu away—I don't know what happened to the good friends before. Although Shikishima Ritsu had always been angry with Uchida Yuma, he was inseparable from him, only one I slept under the quilt.

Kitahara Hideji listened to English texts along the way, brushed up the [English] experience, and tried to improve the skill level as much as possible. This is different from [Ancient Style Swordsmanship]. Although it is also imprinted in the brain, [English] can be accepted even if the reaction is slower in the exam. If the reaction is slower in swordsmanship, it will be directly hacked to death. It still needs to form muscle memory.

The tram was swaying, and he grabbed the handrails and muttered silently, while passing by a girls' school on the way, a large group of chattering girls poured in as soon as the tram doors opened, and immediately packed the carriage to the brim.

Hideji Kitahara cursed secretly, and imitated the staff and male students who went out on business around him and raised his hands above his head, proving his innocence and never groping a girl's buttocks. Being blamed is a lifelong stain. Now men who ride trams are more afraid than women. They wish they could have the five characters "I am X incompetent" engraved on their faces to prove their innocence.

"Um... are you a student of the private Daifuku Academy?" The four girls in girls' school uniform hugged each other and discussed with each other for a while, one of them asked shyly with a baby face.

Hideji Kitahara didn't hear it with headphones on. This is nonsense, why do you still need to ask if you are wearing a school uniform and a school badge?

That girl was so bold, she reached out to pick off his earphones when he didn't answer, Kitahara Hideji couldn't take it anymore, turned her head slightly to avoid it, and looked at the girl expressionlessly.

The three companions behind the baby-faced girl said, "Wow, it's a bit cold!" But they were quickly covered by others.

The baby-faced girl was at a loss under Kitahara Hideji's gaze, and said after holding back for a while, "We are from Yaying Academy... Well, do you want to form a friendship with Daifuku Academy?"

Hideji Kitahara said calmly: "Study hard and improve every day."

"What?"

"study hard, improve every day."

The baby-faced girl stayed for a while, and finally understood what it meant. She retreated directly, and got together with her three companions, looking angrily at Hideji Kitahara, as if her self-esteem had been hurt. In desperation, I considered whether to shave my head, maybe that would reduce the charm value.

When the tram arrived at the station, he got out of the car with the crowd, looked back, saw that baby face was making a face at him, shook his head helplessly, and went straight out of the station. But after walking two steps, he saw a familiar figure. He hesitated for a moment when he wanted to say hello, and hid behind the pillar.

It's Yoko Ono.

She was wearing a school uniform and a hat, carrying a large scarlet schoolbag, and holding a black garbage bag in her hand, digging through a recyclable trash can.

She is not tall enough, and it is a bit difficult to weigh her feet. While searching, she pays attention to the movement around her, as vigilant as a small animal that has just left its nest. Occasionally, when someone wants to throw garbage, she quickly hides aside and lowers her head. Stand there and peep.

She kept taking out empty drink bottles and putting them into black trash bags. After rummaging through the trash can, she dragged the bag to the next trash can. Taking advantage of her small size, she was caught in the crowd to avoid the management of the station. personnel.

Kitahara Hideji hid behind the pillar and looked at it for a while, thought for a while and didn't go up to say hello - he didn't want others to see himself like this, so forget it!

He went straight back to the apartment, changed his clothes and washed his clothes, checked the house by the way, in order to decide whether to drive Hyakujiro back to the street, and found that it was okay. Use a piece of scrap newspaper as a toilet, lest you really suffocate it.

Then he started Suzhen practice in the room again, Momojiro squatted on the side and stuck out his tongue to watch. This exercise consumed more than half of his vitality, and his arms couldn't hold it anymore. Momojiro, who was already so bored that he had already fallen asleep, suddenly shook his ears and became excited. He yelled and rushed to the door, desperately clawing Opening the door seems to be eager to get out.

Kitahara Hideji glanced at it, rubbed his wrist and said, "Go to the bathroom!"

Hyakujiro yelled "Wow, woof" and stood at the door, refusing to leave, the dog's eyes shining with anticipation. Hideji Kitahara went to open the door in some confusion, but found that there was nothing outside, and Hyakujiro rushed to the corridor and rushed to the stairs.

"Ah, Hyakujiro, why are you here!" Ono Yoko's voice came from the corner of the stairs, and after a while, Ono Yoko came out with Hyakujiro in his arms. her face.

It turned out that it heard the owner came back, so the dog ears are good.

He greeted Yoko Ono with a smile, "Yoko, you're back."

Yoko Ono was laughing with Hyakujiro, and when she looked up and saw that it was him, she quickly put Hyakujiro on the ground, saluted upright, and smiled sweetly, "Onisan, hello!" Then she looked at the dog, then at the dog. Looking at Hideji Kitahara, he asked strangely, "Hyakujiro didn't go back to the street last night, but was here in Onisan?"

"A moment of softness..."

Yoko Ono seemed a little happy, but at the same time asked with some reluctance: "Is Onisan going to adopt Hyakujiro?"

Kitahara Hideji hastily declined: "I haven't thought about it yet, just to see how pitiful it is, let it stay here for the time being... This is still your dog."

Yoko Ono seemed a little regretful again, "Hyakujiro is actually very smart and well-behaved...By the way, this is for you, Onisan, thank you very much for causing you trouble yesterday!"

She took out a handful of coins from her pocket and handed them to Kitahara Hideji, "This is last night's dinner money, five hundred and fifty-five yen, is it enough?" At the end of her speech, her voice was a little nervous, as if she was not sure what the lunch should be. How much.

Kitahara Hideji looked at her dirty little hands, and was silent for a while—is this the money for selling scraps? But he didn't say anything, took it with a smile, counted out 300 yen coins and returned the rest of the money to her, and said with a smile: "It's too much, these are enough."

It's not that he's so stingy that he even charges the child for a poor dinner, but that collecting money is the greatest respect! Just now, he looked at those dirty little hands and even had a sore nose and wanted to sigh——the heart is still not hard enough!

Yoko Ono seemed relieved to see that he took the money, her smile brightened instantly, but she shook her head again and again, "Give it to Onisan, I caused you too much trouble last night..." She Halfway through talking, I thought about how much more than 200 yen is actually very little, and it’s not right to be a thank you gift, so I changed my mind again, “Otherwise, let’s treat it as Hyakujiro’s food expenses!”

Kitahara Hideji weighed the coin in his hand, thought for a while and said with a smile: "Okay!"

Yoko Ono smiled in satisfaction, knelt down and patted Hyakujiro's dog's head, and said softly, "Don't make noise, don't make trouble, and be good at Onisan's house!"

Hyakujiro didn't know why, so he just licked her little hand.

Yoko Ono giggled twice, stood up and bid farewell to Hideji Kitahara: "Then Onisan, I'm going home. If Hyakujiro disturbs you, let me know, and I will take him away."

"Yeah!" Hideji Kitahara nodded with a smile, watching Yoko Ono walking towards the end of the corridor, looking at her thin body, recalling her slightly sallow face - her mother is probably unreliable, and she doesn't care about her at all ——Can't help asking: "Yangzi, do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

Although he is also miserable now, but he has the ability to rely on himself, and the misery is temporary misery. To be honest, Yoko Ono is even more miserable. Looking at Yoko Ono, he always couldn't help but think of his former self, and his heart was so soft.

Yoko Ono was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "No, no, I have prepared meals at home, thank you Onisan!"

"Then go!" Kitahara Hideji didn't force it, this kid seemed sensitive and had strong self-esteem. Yoko Ono bowed again and went home with her big schoolbag on her back.

Hyakujiro followed her for two steps, as if he knew he couldn't follow her home, probably because he had suffered before and walked back dejectedly. Kitahara Hideji shook the warm coin in his hand, kicked its ass, and said with a smile, "Why are you so frustrated, you have extra meals tonight, and your master paid for it for you."