After a hearty meal—a street stall like this would be a big meal for Kitahara Shuji and Ono Yoko—the two of them took Momojiro home.

The spring breeze hit with the humidity of the sea, making the air moist and slightly salty and quite cool, Kitahara Shuji took a deep breath and stretched a long lazy waist, feeling that the pressure accumulated in the recent period, the mental fatigue, and the boredom were all gone, and he was in a good mood. Yoko Ono followed him with a big schoolbag on her back, and she was also smiling, as if all the embarrassments in her life had been temporarily left behind.

Momojiro was the most cheerful, and his eyebrows fluttered with a big bone in his mouth, and he had to stop and lick it a few times from time to time. Its tongue seemed to be covered with barbs, licking all the bones bald, and it was reluctant to bite, and it felt very lovely.

It licked for a while, then looked up, and when it saw that the two masters had gone away, it quickly picked up the bones and chased after them, and licked them on the spot for a while—it seemed to have little guts, for fear of being left on the street.

When he returned to the apartment building, Kitahara Shuji specially sent Yoko Ono to the door and listened carefully. The sensitive Yoko Ono found out, but she wasn't too embarrassed this time, and it seemed that she could already face Kitahara Shuji calmly in this kind of matter, but explained: "It's okay, Onisan, mom is going to work at this time." ”

Her frankness made Kitahara Shuji a little embarrassed, and she felt like a villain, and smiled slightly embarrassedly: "That's good...... I'll go back, Yoko, goodbye. After saying that, he rubbed Yoko Ono's little head. When he turned around, he kicked Momojiro in the ass, motioning for him to follow him home.

Yoko Ono stretched out her small hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and after a short silence, she whispered, "Thank you, Onisan." ”

Kitahara Shuji smiled dumbly, "It's just a meal, so you don't need to thank you so formally." ”

"No, I don't mean eating meat...... The meat skewers are indeed delicious, and I should thank Onisan for this, but I want to thank you even more......" Yoko Ono said a few words and seemed to not know how to express it, and asked hesitantly, "Is Onisan taking pity on me?"

After all, the two sides have no relatives and no reason, and they don't look like they have other plans for themselves, and their mother's ...... Those "friends" look at themselves differently, those people's gazes are disgusting and frightening, and Onisan's gaze is heartwarming, completely different.

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

Kitahara Shuji was silent for a while, he bent down and looked into Yoko Ono's eyes, and said seriously: "It's not pitiful, Yoko, there is fate between us, I just did what I wanted...... Is this bothering you?"

When he was young and helpless, he also hoped that someone could give him a little warmth...... Of course, no! He sees Yoko now as if he saw his past self, and he can't help but want to do something, which can be regarded as making up for the regrets of the past, and it is better to say that he is pitiful than empathetic.

However, it is inconvenient to explain to Yoko Ono that the original owner of this body does not seem to have been displaced in his childhood.

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

Kitahara Shuji let out a sigh of relief and smiled softly, "That's good, I just hope you're happy, Yoko." ”

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

"Then I'm leaving. Kitahara Shuji rubbed her little head again, she still felt very comfortable, she couldn't help laughing, turned around and walked towards her apartment, and Momokiro turned around in place, looked left and right at the two masters, and finally wagged her tail at Yoko Ono and followed Kitahara Shuji.

Yoko Ono opened the door and went in, and watched from the crack in the door as Shuji Kitahara kicked Momojiro's ass and returned home, and then locked the door. There was a smell of tobacco and alcohol in the room, her little face suddenly darkened, and she looked around the whole room with some hatred, but after a while, her face appeared red, and she was a little weak against the door, and murmured softly: "Is it fate......?"

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Kitahara Shuji entered the apartment, glanced at the bones in Momojiro's mouth, and found that he couldn't even see a little oil star, and it was impossible to stain the floor, so he didn't care about it, and went to the desk to sit down and warm the book - the RB history of egg pain, five hundred people had to fight in a group and write down the eight scriptures in the book, and some strange names such as "XX joint battle" and "XX service" made people scratch their heads, and the exam was a special test, and it was going to be a dead man!

Mokujiro didn't know how to escape, and he went to the corner of the house, tilting his head to rest on his bones, and his dog's eyes were as gentle as water.

Time passed slowly, and after Kitahara Shuji finished taking notes on the historical chronology, he threw away the pen in his hand, and pondered for a while who killed whom and who was killed by whom in the Heian period, but he always felt a little uncertain. Of course, he wasn't worried about the dead in the Heian period, he looked at the alarm clock, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and he still went out after a while of muttering - that Fukuzawa Yuki looked a little silly, could it be a dead eye who had been waiting, right?

If something happens, I have a bad conscience, so let's take a look just in case!

Kitahara Shuji stepped on the frosty moonlight and went to the small park near the station. At this time, there were very few people in the park, and occasionally some homeless homeless people emerged from this corner and burrowed into another shadow, and a group of obviously undesirable teenagers and girls gathered together to smoke and drink, and there was a sense of anger from afar.

Kitahara Shuji ignored this, and after searching the park for a moment, he saw Yukiri Fukuzawa sitting on a bench in the park, with a street lamp above her head emitting a miserable white light.

I didn't go back...... I really don't know what to say. If you are mentally retarded like this, you should be considered disabled, right?

Kitahara Shuji was speechless for a moment, and quickly stepped forward to say hello, but found that Fukuzawa Yuki was asleep sitting still - sitting there with her back facing the sky like no girl sleeping very soundly, and she was the only one, thinking that it was too late, and the chicken and dog monkey had been sent home by her.

"Fukuzawa-san, hey, Fukuzawa-san, wake up, Fukuzawa-san!" Kitahara Shuji approached and called a few times, and Fukuzawa Yukiri woke up in a daze. She reached out and wiped the saliva from her mouth, and asked a little confused, "It's time to eat?"

Kitahara Shuji sighed and said helplessly: "It's late, let's go home early!" "You're almost an adult, and you're old enough to get married, why are you still so out of tune?"

Fukuzawa Yukiri saw clearly who was in front of her, stood up as soon as she straightened her waist, and said happily: "It turned out to be you, you are finally here! Come, let's fight it out!" She rushed to touch her giant wooden knife, but when she turned around, her body shook slightly, and there was a thunderclap in her stomach. She patted her stomach with a wooden knife and laughed: "I'm hungry!"

How did this kind of mentally handicapped child get into the private Daifuku School Park? Kitahara Shuji was really in a complicated mood but couldn't say anything. As soon as he stretched out his hand and pressed the wooden knife in Fukuzawa Xueli, he coaxed her very sincerely: "Fukuzawa classmate, it's too late today, and you haven't eaten, I don't want to take advantage of people's danger, let's compare another day, okay?"

"Not good!" Fukuzawa Yuki refused, slammed the wooden knife on the ground casually, and said seriously: "I can't let my sister be bullied in vain." ”

Kitahara Shuji looked at Yukiri Fukuzawa's serious expression, and felt that she was really as stubborn as a child, so he thought about it and accepted his fate: "Okay, I'll go back and get the bamboo sword." ”

It's better to send her home early, these two sisters are not normal people, and they deserve to be unlucky to meet them.

"No!" Fukuzawa Yukiri saw that he was finally willing to compete, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out a normally sized wooden knife from his sword bag, and said generously: "Use mine! I'm hungry, and it's fair that you don't have a weapon." ”

Kitahara Shuji thanked him and took it, tried the feel, slowly took a few steps back with the knife, and said politely: "Then come on, Fukuzawa-san!"

Fukuzawa Yukiri laughed, raised the wooden knife in his hand high, and shouted: "Aha, I'm going to go!"