"Miss Moko."

When Shizuko Miyamoto finally finished muttering, the maid Reina stepped forward and said, "Please come with me, the bedroom has been cleaned." ”

Midong let go of her embrace and said gently, "Mother, then I'll go back to my room first." It's not early, so please take a break. By the way, my father's words ......"

"The company is busy, so I can't go home tonight.

The glamorous woman wiped her cheeks and cleared her tears, but she held Meidong's cheeks and said affectionately: "Look at you, it's only been two weeks away from home, how do you feel as if you've lost weight." Let's go, Mozi, follow Ling Naisan back to the house, mom will find a few tissues, and I'll follow me right away! ”

It's better not to follow, or I'll be nervous.

The maid nodded in response. Seeing Shizuko Miyamoto's worried and happy face, Midong couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, it seems that this rich girl is usually at home, and she may not be an honest person.

As a mother, she quickly walked to the left side of the corridor, and there should be paper towels in the tea room. Midong followed the maid Reina and continued upstairs to the three-story realm.

Miyamoto's bedroom, as she had introduced, is located on the third floor of the right wing of the building, at the end of the corridor.

The mansion is a huge mansion with three floors above ground, a long corridor covered with dark classical European carpets, and precious Western oil paintings hanging on the walls. This is an elegant decoration, but when Midong looks at the many realistic characters, and even the lifelike portraits, she really feels a creep.

"This family must not dare to get up in the middle of the night......"

Subconsciously, she found a seemingly appropriate reason for Miyamoto Moko's abrupt exchange. However, all this was not as shocking as the bedroom she stepped into after she walked to the end of the corridor in the right wing of the mansion.

Super gorgeous.

This is Midon's first impression again.

The size of the room in front of her alone was more than twice the size of a hotel room after a day's stay, not to mention her poor apartment.

Unlike the outside world, the floor here is covered with a soft carpet of light colors, and the feet are silent; The king-size bed stands beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with pink sheets and quilts, and is covered by four silver relief columns, even covered by a gauze curtain.

Ivory white dresser, classical European luxury style, four cuboid jewelry boxes of the same color, angular edges are carved with spiral patterns of red gold; The wardrobe is an unexpected style, with a two-metre-wide opalescent wooden panel of full-width doors embedded in the walls, also decorated with embossed red gold on the edges.

This is the corner of Moko Miyamoto's boudoir.

"I ...... Grass"

Midong didn't hide her emotions because she knew it was impossible.

She didn't know where to put her eyes.

For example, the milky white bathroom door that is shut?

For example, the boundary of the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling door?

For example, the simple European bookcase with an entire wall?

"Miss Moko."

The maid Reina was walking in front, and at this time, she put down the luggage in the trunk of the car, bowed to Midong, and said, "I have said goodbye." ”

Midong simply nodded to her, no need to talk nonsense, and watched the woman leave the boudoir.

The world is finally quiet.

Then, without saying a word, Midong immediately took a closer look at the gorgeous room.

It doesn't matter what the rest is, how to play the identity of Miyamoto Moko more efficiently, and whether you can gather any vital information from this bedroom, is the most important job at the moment!

It's rare to go deep into the tiger's den, even if you can't occupy the mountain as the king, how can there be no reason for the tiger!?

In fact, when she learned that Miyamoto Moko was actually a student at Todai, Mito was already feeling pressured.

It is true that in the past life, Meidong has not let go of self-study, and in terms of hard knowledge accumulation, it is not worse than many professional undergraduates. But despite this, she hasn't been in contact with school since she was nine years old.

How can the accumulation of practical knowledge be compared with the step-by-step systematic study in school, or even the spring and snow of the Department of Japanese Literature at the University of Tokyo?

"Once exposed, no matter which way you think about it, I'm dead."

Dressed in a pink woolen trench coat, a dark knee-length skirt, and a pair of delicate slippers, she paced around the room.

The next moment, she turned and ran to the bookcase in her bedroom.

Three full six shelves, occupying an entire wall, are filled with heavy books. No matter what the identity of everyone in the Miyamoto family is, the role she plays at this time is undoubtedly a literary girl. So, if she really wants to stay in this new world for a long time, she must quickly flesh herself out.

"But it's hard."

The collection of top students who can be admitted to the Faculty of Literature of the University of Tokyo, where is it that Midong can easily eat, and the huge six-row bookcases are directly classified by the method of the library.

Medieval, classical, modern, modern;

Nara, Heian, Kamakura, Edo, Taisho, Showa;

Murasaki Shikibu, Kiyosho Nayan, Ihara Nishizuru, Konmatsumon Saemon, Natsume Soseki, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Haruki Shugami, Yasunari Kawabata;

Shen Caozi, The Tale of Genji, The Tale of Ise, Rashomon......

"And biographies. Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Miyamoto Musashi, etc. What is this, Miyamoto Chronicle? Your own book!? ”

The four volumes of two-inch-thick crusty tomes were so heavy that they were barely the weight that a girl could lift, and Midong really couldn't cry or laugh. The rest is just that, like this kind of book, do rich girls really like to read it?

"However, there is no information about the family business. This is normal, second-year literature girls don't have a lot of reason to accumulate that kind of thing. However, this is just Miyamoto Moko, if it were me, it would be much easier to read a stack of general ledger statements than to gnaw on these tomes. ”

Mi Dong took a few steps back, stared at the entire densely arranged wall of books, and sighed softly.

How can one person easily replace the life of another, and the commoners who climb up from the bottom must be more difficult to have the brains of the upper-class intellectuals. She can study hard, but just during this time, the Miyamoto family may be aware of the clues, and what should she do without considering that the deity wants to take the initiative to change her identity......

"Yo, Mozi."

At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded, and Meidong suddenly looked back and immediately took a deep breath.

The person who came was a white-haired old man, but his black eyes were still full of energy, and he was not too tall, but his physique was really tough. Dressed in a dark green kimono and carrying a mahogany cane, he stood at the door and strolled into Miyamoto Moko's boudoir.

The ninth generation head of the Miyamoto family, as well as the leader of the family business, Moko's grandfather, Miyamoto Ryuzo.