After School –

After sending a text message to Eri Kitagawa and Mika Nakajima that he might return later, Kitagawa Temple picked up his schoolbag and walked to the nearby shopping street.

In fact, the commercial street here has not been visited at all in Beichuan Temple, so he doesn't know if there are any good food shops here.

However, considering that this side is relatively close to Kamiya's house, it is also very convenient to buy things, so Beichuan Temple did not go back to the commercial street of his house to buy things.

As Beichuan Temple walked, he called Kamiya Miku: "Hey? Future? ”

"Uh... Temple-kun? The voice of Kamiya Mirai on the other side of the phone was a little surprised, and a little surprised: "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I'm going to visit, is it convenient for you?" Kitagawa Temple asked.

"Huh? ... Home visit? I don't care... But Si-kun, I'm sick with a cold right now. If I infect you..."

Kamiya Miku's words revealed a feeling of lack of qi, and it seemed that he might indeed be seriously ill.

"I'll come right over." Kitagawa Temple said this sentence in a flat tone, and regardless of whether Kamiya Miku agreed or disagreed, he hung up the phone.

Anyway, this little girl will definitely pull him to talk, which is not good for her health.

It's better to wait for Beichuan Temple to come over and say something to your face.

As soon as he hung up the phone, there was a rustling voice behind him, followed by a familiar weak greeting: "Bei, Beichuan!" ”

Kitagawa Temple stopped and looked back.

I saw a short-haired Asamiya Hitomi trotting over here.

Part of her original long straight hair has been cut off, the short hair gives people a fresh and refreshing feeling, and the excessively long bangs have also been neatly cared for, and the gloomy feeling has been swept away, and the whole person looks a lot more lively.

"Kita, Kitagawa classmates! Afternoon... Afternoon—ah!! ”

Hitomi Asamiya didn't run fast, but her stride was very thin and urgent, and she couldn't control her speed all of a sudden, and her little head was about to hit Kitagawa Temple's chest all of a sudden-

"Good afternoon, Mr. Asamiya." When Asamiya Hitomi was about to collide with him, Beichuan Temple quickly held it steady and responded without changing his face.

Asamiya Hitomi's hands and feet straightened all of a sudden, she looked at Beichuan Temple, her face turned red in an instant, and her mouth twitched as if she was dancing: "Good afternoon!" Kitagawa-san! ”

Then she reacted, her whole face turned red, and she kept falling backwards, and while retreating, she apologized desperately to Beichuan Temple: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" My question! It's troublesome to Kitagawa-san again! I'm really sorry! ”

Smack-

Hitomi Asamiya bumped into a pedestrian in a daze.

"Ahh I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Caused you trouble! ”

"....." Beichuan Temple simply pulled Asamiya Hitomi over, looked at her still red face, and asked, "Has Asamiya-san been following me?" ”

He had felt someone's gaze glancing behind him from just now, and he had thought it was some bad student who was going to compete for the title of 'No. 1 Bad Leader in Wenjing District', but he didn't expect it to be Hitomi Asamiya.

Hearing this, Hitomi Asamiya's face, which had recovered, turned red again.

She nodded her head and then shook her head hurriedly, a look of helplessness that no one could understand when they saw it.

Beichuan Temple didn't continue to ask, just looked at Hitomi Asamiya, waiting for Hitomi Asamiya to tell the reason.

Hitomi Asamiya has indeed changed a lot.

From being isolated due to bad luck at the beginning, to now trying to keep up with others...

I changed my hairstyle and bought some jewelry for little girls, and the whole person looked much more natural than before.

That's actually pretty good.

It's just—

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, Asamiya Hitomi was even more at a loss, her palms swayed in front of her chest, and it took a long time to hold back a simple answer:

"Hmm."

"Huh?" Kitagawa Temple is puzzled.

"Ahh I was just... I just happened to see Beichuan's classmate also going this way..."Asamiya Hitomi coughed dryly, and then pointed to the commercial street in front of him, but his voice was getting lower and lower: "I'm actually going this way too... Because Kitagawa-san was coming, I followed Kitagawa-san behind, and I thought it was a little bad just now, so I thought about saying hello. ”

Her big ethereal and clear eyes were accidentally raised, her eyes were sparkling, and when she saw that Beichuan Temple was still looking at herself, she lowered her head in a hurry, and her neck was red.

Hitomi Asamiya was actually very annoyed.

She was actually able to have a simple conversation in front of others, but only when she faced Beichuan Temple, she would feel that her heart would beat faster, her hands would sweat, and her tone would become stammering, and she would not dare to look at Beichuan Temple.

In school, she had seen Kitagawa Temple many times.

But it was harder to get her to go up and say hello than to ascend to the sky.

It's not out of fear or fear of other people's gossip.

Hitomi Asamiya simply didn't dare to approach Kitagawa Temple.

She felt as if she was a small flame, and Kitagawa Temple was an iceberg... As soon as you put it on, it will be extinguished immediately.

Hitomi Asamiya doesn't want this, really, really doesn't want to.

So she has been working hard in her own way.

"You're going this way too? Do you have something to do with the shopping street? Kitagawa Temple listened to Hitomi Asamiya's words, and his black eyes came to the side.

He was a little curious.

A rich little girl like Hitomi Ma Gong should not use this kind of commercial street, which mainly sells ingredients, after all, her family is very rich, and she doesn't need to cook by herself at all.

"I'm working here." Hitomi Asamiya replied shyly.

"Part-time job?" Beichuan Temple was even more puzzled: "Your family asked you to come over so quickly to familiarize yourself with the family business?" ”

"No, no! It starts with the clerk at the bottom! Because, because... Kitagawa-san... As you should also know, I have a communication barrier. I want to take advantage of this part-time job... to improve yourself. I can't be so useless anymore. ”

Hitomi Asamiya clenched her hands, and her body trembled slightly.

In fact, she still works in a supermarket chain that belongs to the Ma Gong family, and her identity is known to other employees, and everyone will subconsciously help her a little, and for those employees who have helped, in fact, Ma Gong Hitomi is very grateful.

Now it's time to put your part-time job to the test!

Hitomi Asamiya desperately raised her head, wanting to look directly at Beichuan Temple's face, but in the end, her eyes could only stop under two-thirds of Kitagawa Temple's face, and she didn't dare to continue looking up.

Looking at Hitomi Asamiya, who worked so hard, Kitagawa Temple's expression eased slightly: "Then I wish you success, Samiya-san." ”

"I—I'll do my best!" Hitomi Asamiya replied loudly.

This was the first time she had spoken so loudly to Kitagawa Temple.

As soon as she spoke in this tone, her face turned red at an alarming rate.

It seems that he is still too shy.

Hitomi Asamiya stiffened and bowed to Kitagawa Temple again.

Then the whole person wanted to bury his head in the ground and trot forward.

Looking at the other party's distant back, Beichuan Temple sighed a little.

At least three months ago, it was impossible for Hitomi Assumiya to speak so loudly.

Every time he talks to Hitomi Mamiya, Beichuan Temple has to consider his tone, for fear of scaring this little girl who is as easily frightened as a hamster to death at once.

Now it's different.

The hamster has also grown up.

So—

"When will my family Eri grow up?" Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but think about this question.

But he couldn't think of an answer after thinking about it for a long time, so he could only reluctantly throw this idea out of his mind and walk towards the interior of the shopping street.

......

Kitagawa Temple is coming!

This was the first message Kamiya Mirai received.

You can't just lie down like that!

This is the second message that Kamiya Miku receives.

"My house shouldn't look that messy, right?" Mirai Kamiya got up from the bed, took a sip of water, and glanced at his room.

Her room is very simple black and white, with a pale gray carpet on the floor and a black and white square wall next to the computer.

Further outside is the external balcony, where some of the small plants she likes, small potted plants.

Normally, Kamiya would go to water in the future, but this time the cold was really serious, so she had to put those small plants aside for the time being.

"My room is pretty clean..."Kamiya Miku touched his head, coughed violently twice, dragged the white rabbit slippers, and walked to the door with a pale face and looked down.

Nothing has changed in the living room.

She didn't go down much in the past two days with a cold, only a few bowls and a few plates in the sink.

"Will Sijun think that I don't pay attention to hygiene?" She touched it slowly, only to feel a pain all over her body, and an indescribable uncomfortable feeling in her bones.

Whew-

She exhaled heavily, looked at the dishes and chopsticks in the sink, and realized that she could no longer wash them.

"It's better not to trouble Sijun."

Kamiya Mirai shrunk his neck, feeling that his current state was not right, and his usually useful brain was also groggy, and most of the things he thought about were some of the things that he didn't have.

She went back to her room, unscrewed the door to her balcony, and then took a sip of hot water and lay down.

Sleep for a while... Sleep a little longer, and the temple will come...

She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes in a daze.

Later, Kamiya Mirai seemed to hear a few more young people's greetings, and the voice behind it slowly faded, and she didn't care anymore, and fell asleep relaxed.

When she woke up again, it was night.

7:23 p.m.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice rings in my ears.

This overly familiar voice made Kamiya Miku's eyes barely open, and he tilted his little head slightly, and his floppy little hands propped up on the side of the bed, as if he wanted to get up.

"You'd better lie down." Beichuan Temple pressed Kamiya Miku, looked at her pale face, and said with an unchanged expression: "You were already asleep when I came over, I measured my temperature just now, 39 °C, and the heat has not subsided." ”

When he came over, no one answered the doorbell at all, and after waiting downstairs for a while, he went straight to the balcony.

At that time, Kamiya Miku's cold was already very serious, whether he called Kamiya Miku or pushed Kamiya Miku, this little girl didn't react at all.

Originally, Kitagawa Temple planned to send her to the hospital after a cold compress, but what she didn't expect was that after a little cold compress, Kamiya's future body temperature dropped again.

After being a little relieved, Kitagawa Temple went down to cook porridge, and as soon as it was ready, he heard movement upstairs, and then he saw Kamiya Miku open his eyes.

"Tera-kun..."Mirai Kamiya opened his mouth.

Kitagawa Temple comprehended and handed over the warm water bottle.

Seeing her face softened a lot after drinking the warm water, Beichuan Temple took out a tissue briskly and wiped the corners of Kamiya's mouth that still had water stains in the future.

Ahem –

Kamiya Mirai couldn't help but cough dryly.

It was the first time she had enjoyed such an imperial level of enjoyment.

You know, it's impossible for the usual Beichuan Temple to make this kind of action.

"When I came over, I saw that part of your quilt was pulled on the ground, did you get out of bed and do anything?" Beichuan Temple said as he brought the steaming corn porridge.

He didn't know what girls liked to eat at this time, so he made a sweet porridge.

"What did you do when you got out of bed...?" Kamiya Miku's face froze, and he said in a weak tone; "Didn't do anything...?"

If you let Beichuan Temple know that you got out of bed just to wash a few dishes and cause your cold to worsen, you will probably be scolded by Beichuan Temple again, right?

The point is, that's too off-line.

The dishes were not washed, but they made their bodies worse.

Beichuan Temple looked at her sipping porridge in small sips, and couldn't help frowning: "You shouldn't have made it like this to go downstairs to wash those bowls, right?" ”

Kamiya Miku, this little girl, might really do this kind of thing.

"......" Kamiya Future.

Kamiya Miku shifted his gaze away, not daring to look at Kitagawa Temple.

"You're afraid that I'll think you're dirty, so you want to go downstairs and wash the dishes and chopsticks, but halfway through you find that you're not physically exhausted, so you go upstairs and lie down again. But the distance downstairs took a lot of effort, your cold got worse, and then I came to your house? ”

Don't you already know?

Mirai Kamiya muttered to himself as he sipped on the thick polenta.

She is really more and more suspicious that Beichuan Temple has mind reading skills now, otherwise how could she figure out her routine so easily?

However, the porridge cooked in Beichuan Temple is really good, and it seems that some small oats are added to it.

Seeing that Kamiya Mirai didn't reply now, Kitagawa Temple looked at her pale little face again, pondered for a moment, and said, "You have a serious cold now, so I won't bother you with anything." But when your cold is over, I'll talk to you about it. ”

cough cough cough !!

Kamiya Mirai, who was still drinking corn porridge, raised his head and looked confused:

"Wait... Si-kun, I haven't admitted it yet. ”

"Is that what happened?" Kitagawa Temple asked rhetorically.

"Yes!" Kamiya Mirai straightened his chest and replied seriously.

Beichuan Temple's face remained unchanged: "I'll teach you a lesson when you get better." ”

“... Good. Kamiya Mirai shrank his head and took another sip of porridge.

Well, this porridge is so delicious.