Note: The monologue of Chiho at the end of the previous chapter was because the font was not adjusted when the Qibiao code was used. The quotation marks were directly double quotes, which confused the voice and voice, and made a mistake, which made everyone misunderstand. I'm really sorry, but now it has been modified.

In order to prevent everyone from continuing to misunderstand, put this note at the beginning and draw a key point. Chiho's voice is still in the later plot.

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"Ahhhh--"

Throwing away the handle, Yui fell down on the big bed and yawned for a long time.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already 12 a.m.

On the wall projection in front of her was the fading person who was preparing to wear a ring for La Nina.

In order to fight from scratch, she kept hanging the archives and dying from the afternoon to the present.

Fortunately, after all the efforts, I finally got the Moon Sword!

But... when the plot was played on La Nina's wedding ring, I suddenly couldn't continue playing.

"Do you have to wear a ring for her to get the big sword?"

Yui stretched out her little feet and kicked the quilt with some dissatisfaction, her tone was a little sour: "I haven't even got it yet!"

"never mind."

Sitting in the bed for a while, although she didn't know what she was struggling with, Yui felt that she had never been such a pretentious girl, so she should go to bed first, and there would be class tomorrow during the day.

As soon as I lay down, my small ears suddenly stood up and quietly pressed against the wall. I could vaguely hear the bass speech coming from next door.

"Today is Shino coming here?!"

The little seal's eyes, which had been sleepy for the last second, suddenly widened, and her petite body was tightly pressed against the wall, holding her breath and listening quietly to the sound coming from the next door.

But after listening in a vague way, I realized that it seemed that I was talking on the phone - because I could not hear another person's voice at all...

Thinking of this, she lay back on the bed again.

I don’t know if the quilt is too heavy, and I have a little chest tightness and shortness of breath when I lie flat.

So he kicked his calf and turned around and came to the side.

The heavy baby canteen pressed his arms a little sore again, and his whole arm was almost numb.

I can't close my eyes no matter how hard I do it.

It's like thinking about something very profound philosophical thinking.

"How can I enter his room with a righteous reputation..."

Miss Igarashi thought seriously in her mind and mumbled.

"Aowu--"

Just as Yui was thinking about this serious problem, Inutaro, who had been sleeping in the nest since the afternoon, became energetic again.

Every day at this time, Yui's room will become its beautiful night world, from the corner to the ceiling, the outer wall of the screen to the underbed cabinet, there is no place where it cannot get into.

And the more I turned off the lights, the more excited I was. I stared at my green eyes all night for one night. Every morning, Yui woke up from the big bed and saw that her room was tossed into a brand new look by Miss Inutaro.

Sure enough, as soon as he announced his arrival to the world loudly, Inutaro suddenly came out of his nest, and the cat kept flying onto the big bed, flying straight from the quilt like a black shadow, heading straight for his basin.

It seems that sleeping is so thirsty that it is too late.

"Oh, Inutaro, why are you again..."

“?!”

Miss Yui, who was interrupted just after she had a little idea, first complained with dissatisfaction, and then, the moment she noticed Inutaro's movement, her eyes suddenly froze.

"Ao Woo?"

It seemed that he heard his mother calling her name. Inutaro stared at her charming green eyes and turned her head to look in the direction of Yui, as if asking, "What trouble are you going to cause?", which was filled with impatient look.

Then, I saw that the mother of the shoveler who was never bothered to pay attention to her at night suddenly ran up from the bed.

“???”

"Aowoo."

Inutaro rubbed his butt with a little fear and moved a small step to the side. Seeing that his posture was obviously planning to escape at any time when the situation was not good.

However, Yui seemed to have no intention of paying attention to it at all. She jumped off the bed lightly and squatted beside it with unprecedented agility.

"Ao...woo?"

Seeing Yui's actions, Inutaro hesitated more and more. He noticed that she was running over and rubbed several steps to the next door so that she could give her fat butt a place.

However, she only saw her looking at her small water basin with bright eyes.

"You are such a genius! Inutaro!"

Inutaro's tail tightened and he became more and more scared.

However, Yui did not attack it, but gently picked up its small water basin.

"Crash!"

Less than half of the water I drank, the shoveler was poured onto the quilt. It was so wet that I had just wet.

"Hey! Inutaro!"

"What are you doing?!"

Immediately afterwards, the unnatural and bad interpretation of the shoveler immediately sounded in his ears, as if the basin of water was really splashed onto the quilt by it.

Inutaro just sat there, tilting his head tiltedly, staring at his poop shoveler with his green eyes, cursing the street with a 'maomao' in his mouth, too lazy to pay attention to her.

You can play whatever you like.

This is probably the meaning revealed in the cat's big eyes.

As soon as a basin of water was poured down, Yui was rushing to the edge of the wall, and opened the door in a familiar way. Her voice was helpless and aggrieved:

"Iori!"

"That fool in Inutaro has wet my quilt!"

“We will... tonight.”

"?"

When I opened the wall door, the room opposite was silent and dark.

A few small question marks rose from Yui's little head.

The light turned on with a snap.

"Iori?"

......

After hanging up the phone, I simply washed my face, so that my face no longer looked as ugly as before. Chiho Aoba then opened the closet and began to continue tidying up his suitcase.

In the suitcase, there are neatly packed clothes and toiletries.

But not all, it looks like I'm planning to travel somewhere.

In fact, it's not much different.

After returning from Mr. Ogasawara, Chiho Aiba began to prepare to go to his parents' place.

Although Mr. Ogasawara did not reveal much information, it at least made her know where the problem was and why so many local Tokyo firms were unwilling to have a relationship with her.

The answer is probably in the family upheaval in the past few years.

Chiho decided to go back and ask about the specific situation.

He folded his clothes slowly under his hands.

The Aoye family was originally a Kanto Chinese. After modern times, because they did not participate in the third battle and were unable to keep up with the trend of capital expansion, they gradually declined.

However, in the past few years, at least some connections were retained. It was precisely because of the existence of these connections that my father, who had some artistic cells, shone brightly in the music scene of the previous generation and attracted many friends.

Chiho Aiba still remembers that when she was young, there were many guests at home, and there were often scenes where rich people who didn’t know each other but brought valuable gifts to visit.

However, that was all before the parents divorced.

After they separated, both sides left Kanto. Because most of the industries they purchased in the early years were in Tohoku and Hokkaido, their parents had been away for a long time.

However, Chiho Aiba never left and started living alone in Tokyo since high school.

If I remember correctly, my father should be in some place in Yamagata Prefecture and has not been in contact for a long time.

The last time I came to the news, my uncle informed my father that he had found a new wife.

And on my mother's side, she felt that she did not exist.

Originally, this relationship made her feel very at ease - or rather, it would be uncomfortable if their incompetent parents were by their side.

But I never expected that the remaining poison left by the previous generation would remain here.

As he thought about it, Aoba Chiho's hand was packing things and stopped.

Hold the corner of the clothes tightly.
To be continued...