Faced with Keiko Shiratori's question, Ruri and Chiaki Kana glanced at each other, and neither of them told the truth.

What can they say?

To compete for a ghost?

The two of them didn't speak, and Shiratori, who had overheard all of them, walked in.

"I know!" Shiratori said to her mother, "They're fighting for Mr. Eraser!" ”

Keiko Shiratori looked at her daughter helplessly, "Ai-chan, don't make such jokes"

Two beautiful girls, who are old in high school, how can they compete for the virtual character of Mr. Eraser?

Pushing her daughter into the living room, she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

"I'm sorry, my daughter is a little naughty." Keiko Shiratori looked at Chiaki Kana apologetically.

"It's because of Mr. Eraser." Chiaki Kana said.

"Huh?" Keiko Shiratori froze.

Chiaki Kana guessed that Mr. Eraser was referring to Natsuhiko, and the woman in front of her didn't know about Natsuhiko.

In this case, you can discuss it boldly.

"I don't believe you asked her." Chiaki Kana looked at Ruri.

In Keiko Shiratori's stunned gaze, Ruri nodded.

Covering her forehead, Keiko Shiratori felt a little pain in her head.

So like Ai-chan said, these two girls are fighting for the ownership of a virtual character?

It's like talking to a kindergarten kid about arguing about who is Ultraman, and then fighting?

You're already in high school!

Keiko Shiratori has mixed feelings.

Chiaki Kana picked things out and became bold, and she asked Keiko Shiratori to judge her

"I'm Mr. Eraser's childhood sweetheart.,Mr. Eraser disappeared for a month.,Do you think he should go home with me.。

Is there still such a setting as a childhood sweetheart?

Keiko Shiratori's heart is more subtle.

Facing Chiaki Kana's gaze, she nodded.

Gone for a month is the time to go back.

"Mr. Eraser is here of his own free will, how can you decide his affairs!" Liuli also did not give in.

She originally thought that the other party was Xia Yan's girlfriend, but now she knows that the other party is not.

It's despicable!

The girl was angry in her heart.

Keiko Shiratori had a haircut, and if Mr. Eraser wanted to stay here, he should indeed be allowed to stay here.

She nodded.

"But I've been looking for him for a month! When I finally saw him, couldn't he go back with me! Chiaki Kana threw out the reason again.

Keiko Shiratori nodded.

"If he wants to go back, he will go back, and if he doesn't want to go back, he has to force him to go back!" Ruri retorted.

Keiko Shiratori nodded.

"I'm ......"

"Stop!" Keiko Shiratori stopped the debate between the two, "It's not early, I'll go out to make dinner, and you guys play slowly." ”

With that, she quickly left the room.

Shiratori Ai ran up to her mother, crossed her waist and said, "What's the matter, they're robbing Mr. Eraser!" ”

Keiko Shiratori sighed.

She thought that Mr. Eraser was a popular thing among elementary school students like Shiratori, but she never expected that high school students were actually playing, and they were playing quite into the play.

Not only does he have a generation gap with his daughter, but also with Liuli's generation, does he also have such a deep generation gap?

A strong sense of crisis rose in Keiko Shiratori's heart.

She went to the kitchen and thought about it as she prepared dinner.

Chiaki Kana's female bodyguard, who couldn't stand the subtle argument, came out to help make dinner.

In the bedroom, Kana Chiaki had already finished saying her excuses, and she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Ruri.

Ruri also looked at her, and the two exchanged glances.

After a ten-minute intermission, Kana Chiaki opened the debate again.

And Xia Yan didn't care about the two girls at all.

He used his Psionic Touch to successfully fish the burned model house.

Shrinking down, he walked into the model room and looked around.

The hardness of the walls, the softness of the books, the sound of his feet on the floor all excited him.

Just as he thought, staying in the model house, he was like having a body.

It's just one less partner to sleep with.

When will he find the right ghost big sister?

If you don't have a big sister, a little sister can do it.

He reflected again that it was too negative to sit and wait for the ghost girl to come to the door, and he should take the initiative.

Take a look at the famous haunted spots in the past, and you might even be able to catch one and go home.

Lying on the bed, Xia Yan was thinking about it, and suddenly saw two faces coming up in front of him.

The model house was missing a wall, and Ruri Hoshino and Kana Chiaki poked their faces out from there, staring in Natsuhiko's direction.

What do you want to do?

Xia Yan pulled the quilt on his body, a little scared.

"Xia Yan, you say!" Chiaki Kana is domineering.

"Xia Yanjun, no matter what you think, I owe you." Ruri's expression was apprehensive.

At this moment, Xia Yan is like a student who was distracted in class and was caught by the teacher to answer questions.

What do you say? What is the problem? Why can't I understand?

Do you want to ask a question?

But then they know they're wandering.

Let's fool around.

Use the most perfunctory, neutral answers.

Natsuhiko wrote on a piece of paper, "I want them all!"

The tension on Ruri's face disappeared.

Chiaki Kana gritted her teeth, "You guy is still so attentive!" ”

“？？？”

What the hell are you talking about?

Kana Chiaki snorted and twisted her face.

Liuli stood next to the model house, lowered her head a little more, and asked Xia Yan, "What are you doing?" ”

She couldn't see the model house, and her face passed through the roof of the model house and came to Natsuhiko.

To Natsuhiko, it looked like a giant had smashed his head through the roof of his house.

You've hit my house.

Natsuhiko pushed Ruri's head back with his telekinesis.

He replied with a pen and paper, "I have got myself a new house, and this land will be mine from now on, so don't put anything here."

Xia Yan privately wrote a paper and drew a range for Liuli.

Chiaki Kana interjected and came in, "Come to my house, I'll give you a big bedroom!" ”

Xia Yan glanced at her.

I can only move within a range of three meters, and it doesn't work to ask for a large bedroom.

Ignoring her, Xia Yan continued to browse his model house.

After another ten minutes, Keiko Shiratori knocked on the door.

It's dinner time.

Keiko Shiratori added two stools to the table for Kana Chiaki and her bodyguards to sit.

After dinner, Kana Chiaki tried to kidnap Natsuhiko again, but Natsuhiko refused.

"I'll come again!" Dropping this sentence, Chiaki Kana left the Akizuki house.

Natsuhiko and Ruri returned to the bedroom together.

"Xia Yanjun, doesn't it matter if you don't go back and see? Parents and sister, they ......," Ruri asked.

Natsuhiko poked the girl's left hand and told her it was okay.

The memories that Natsuhiko gained were only about Chiaki Kana, and there were no other family members.

But seeing that Chiaki Kana didn't mention those people at all, the relationship must not be very good.

Speaking of his family, he found a familiar figure in some memory fragments.

It was a girl with an expressionless face and a little smaller than Liuli.

Previously, Xia Yan was outside the palace, inserted her body, and obtained a spiritual touch.

Through memory, it can be known that it is his sister, Moon Dance.

Although the surname is different, it is indeed a biological sister.

No wonder I felt that she was kind before, and I could still connect to her body, it turned out that there was a blood relationship.

The spiritual touch was also stimulated by contact with blood relatives.

Putting this matter down, Natsuhiko looked at his right chest.

There, there is an extra incense that feels fresh.

The incense was brought from Chiaki Kana.

There was a constant sense of longing in my heart, wanting this wisp of incense.

There were too many things happening today, and Xia Yan was not in the mood to tease it, so he directly fed the incense to his heart.

In front of the handheld, Xia Yan was about to play the game, and suddenly felt a change in the spiritual touch.