This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

After school

Beichuan Temple first sent a text message to Beichuan Eri and Nakajima Mihua that he might return later, then took his schoolbag and walked to the nearby commercial street.

In fact, Beichuan Temple, the commercial street here, has not visited at all, so he is not sure if there are any good food shops here.

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

As Beichuan Temple walked, he called Kamiya Miku: "Hello? The future?"

"Uh, Mr. Temple?" The voice of Mirai Kamiya on the phone was a little surprised, and then a little surprised: "What's the matter?"

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

"Hey? Come visit? It doesn't matter to me, but Mr. Temple, I have a cold now. If I get you infected."

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

"I'll be here now." Beichuan Temple finished this sentence in a flat tone, regardless of whether Kamiya Miku agreed or disagree, hung up the phone.

Anyway, this little girl will definitely pull him to talk, which is bad for her health.

It's better to wait for Beichuan Temple to go there and say something in person.

As soon as he hung up the phone, a rustling voice came from behind, followed by the familiar weak voice: "Bei, Beichuan classmates!"

Beichuan Temple stopped and looked back.

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

Part of her original long straight hair has been cut off. The short hair gives a fresh and hearty feeling. The long bangs are also neatly arranged, the gloomy feeling is swept away, and the whole person looks all Lively a lot.

"Students Bei and Beichuan! In the afternoon, afternoon!!!"

Hitomi Asamiya didn't run fast, but the stride was very tight and anxious. She couldn't control her speed, and her little head was about to hit Beichuan Temple's chest.

"Mamiya-san, good afternoon." When Hitomi Asamiya was about to hit him, Beichuan Temple quickly stabilized him with eyesight, and replied without changing his face.

Hitomi Asamiya's hands and feet straightened suddenly. She looked at Beichuan Temple, her face flushed in an instant, her mouth twitched as if she was dancing: "Good afternoon, classmate Beichuan!"

Then she reacted, her complexion flushed and she kept backing backwards, and while backing up, she apologized desperately to Beichuan Temple: "I'm sorry, sorry! My question! Beichuan classmate is troubled again! I'm really sorry!"

Snapped

Asamiya Hitomi dazedly ran into a pedestrian.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I caused you trouble!"

"" Beichuan Temple simply pulled Hitomi Asamiya over, looked at her still flushed, and asked, "Is Asamiya-san always following me?"

From just now, he felt that someone's eyes glanced over behind him. He thought it was some bad students who were vying for the title of ‘Bunkyo District’s No. 1 Bad Boss’, but he didn’t expect it to be Hitomi Asamiya.

Hearing this, Hitomi Asamiya's already recovered face flushed again.

She nodded first, and then shook her head hurriedly. No one could understand this bewildered look.

Beichuan Temple did not continue to question, but looked at Hitomi Asamiya, waiting for Hitomi Asamiya to tell the reason.

Hitomi Asamiya has indeed changed a lot.

From the beginning, I was isolated due to bad luck, and now I am trying to keep up with others

I changed my hair style and bought some little girls' jewelry. Compared with the original, I don't know how much natural sunlight is needed.

This is actually pretty good.

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Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Hitomi Asamiya 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:

"Ok."

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple was puzzled.

"Ah, it's not like that! I just happened to see classmate Beichuan walking here too" Hitomi Asamiya coughed, and then pointed to the commercial street in front of him, but his voice was getting lower and lower: "I actually want to The one who walked this way was because Beichuan was coming, so I followed Beichuan. Just now I thought that this was a bit unpleasant, so I wanted to say hello."

Her large ethereal and clear eyes were accidentally raised, and their eyes sparkled. When she saw Beichuan Temple was still looking at herself, she hurriedly lowered her head and her neck turned red.

Hitomi Asamiya was actually very upset.

In fact, she has long been able to have simple conversations in front of others, but only when facing Beichuan Temple, she will feel that her heartbeat will speed up, her hands will be sweating, her tone will become stammered, and she dare not dare. Face to face with Beichuan Temple.

In school, she has seen Beichuan Temple many times.

But getting her to go up and say hello is harder than going to the sky.

This is not out of fear or worry about other people's rumors.

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

She felt like a small flame, Beichuan Temple was an iceberg, as long as it was put on it, it would be extinguished immediately.

Asamiya Hitomi didn't want to be like this, really really didn't want to.

So she has been working hard in her own way.

"You want to go here too? Are you going to the commercial street?" Beichuan Temple heard what Hitomi Asamiya said, and his black eyes turned sideways.

He was a little curious.

A rich little girl like Hitomi Asamiya shouldn't be used in this kind of commercial street that mainly sells ingredients. After all, her family is very rich, and she doesn't need to cook by herself.

"I work here." Asamiya Hitomi replied shyly.

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

"No, no! Just start from the bottom clerk! Because, as you should know, Beichuan student, I have a communication barrier. I want to use this opportunity to work to improve myself. I can't be so useless anymore. "

Asamong Hitomi clenched his hands tightly, and his body was still trembling slightly.

In fact, she still works in a supermarket chain belonging to Asamiya’s family. Her identity is known to other employees, and everyone will subconsciously help her. For those employees who have helped, Hitomi Asamiya is actually very Thank you.

Now it's time to test the results of my part-time job!

Hitomi Asamiya looked up desperately, trying to look directly at Beichuan Temple's face, but in the end he could only stop his gaze under two-thirds of Beichuan Temple's face, and did not dare to look up.

Looking at Hitomi Asamiya who worked so hard, Beichuanji's expression was a little slow: "Then I wish you success, Asamiya-san."

"I, I will come on!" Asamiya Hitomi replied loudly.

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

When she spoke in this tone, her face was dyed red at an astonishing speed.

It seems too shy.

Hitomi Asamiya bowed again to Beichuan Temple stiffly.

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

Looking at the back of the other party, Beichuan Temple sighed a little.

It was impossible for Hitomi Asamiya to speak so loudly at least three months ago.

Whenever he talks to Hitomi Asamiya, Beichuan Temple must consider his tone for fear that this little girl who is as easily frightened as a hamster will be scared to death.

It's different now.

The hamster has grown up too.

Then

"When will my paintings grow up?" Beichuan Temple couldn't help thinking about this question.

But he couldn't come up with an answer after thinking for a long time, and finally he had no choice but to throw the idea out of his mind and walked towards the interior of the commercial street.

Beichuan Temple is coming!

This is the first message Kamiya received in the future.

I can't lie down like this!

This is the second message Kamiya received in the future.

"My house shouldn't look so messy, right?" Kamiya Miku touched it from the bed, took a sip of water and glanced at his room.

Her room has a very simple black and white style, with light gray carpets on the floor, and a black and white square wall of scenery next to the computer.

Going outside is the external balcony, where there are some small plants she likes, small potted plants.

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

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

There is no change in the living room.

She hasn't gotten off the cold for these two days, only a few bowls and dishes are placed in the sink.

"Does Si Jun feel that I don't talk about hygiene?" She touched it slowly, only feeling sore all over her body, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in her bones.

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She sighed heavily, then looked at the dishes and chopsticks placed in the sink, consciously she couldn't clean it anymore.

"Let's not trouble Sijun."

Kamiya Miku shrank his neck, feeling that his current state was not right, and his usual easy-to-use brain was also dizzy, and most of the things he thought about were not.

She returned to her room, unscrewed the door to her balcony, and then lay down with a sip of hot water contentedly.

Sleep for a while and then sleep for a while, and the monarch will come

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

At the back, Kamiya Miku heard several hellos from young people again, and the voice slowly faded from the back, and she no longer cared anymore, and fell asleep in a relaxed manner.

It was night when she woke up again.

It's 7:23 in the evening.

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

This overly familiar voice made Kamiya Miku's eyes barely opened, and his little head was slightly turned over, and his soft little hand was propped up by the bed, as if he wanted to get up.

"You should lie down." Beichuan Temple held Shengu Mirai, looking at her pale face, and said with a constant expression: "You were asleep when I came over, and I took my temperature just now. It was 39c. The heat has not subsided yet."

When he came over, he rang the doorbell and no one responded at all. After waiting for a while downstairs, he turned directly to the balcony.

At that time Kamiya Miku had a very serious cold. Whether he was called Kamiya Miku or pushed Kamiya Miku, the little girl didn't respond at all.

Beichuan Temple originally planned to send her a cold compress to the hospital, but unexpectedly, after a little cold compress, Kamiya's body temperature dropped again in the future.

Beichuan Temple felt relieved and went down to cook the porridge. As soon as it was done, I heard movement upstairs, and then I saw Kamiya Miku opening his eyes.

"Temple" Kamiya opened his mouth in the future.

Beichuan Temple handed over the warm water bottle with conscience.

Seeing her drunk warm water to ease her expression a lot, Beichuan Temple moved briskly to take out the paper towel and wiped the corners of Kamiya Miku's mouth that still had water stains.

Cough

Kamiya Miku couldn't help coughing twice.

It was the first time she had enjoyed such an emperor's level of enjoyment.

You know, it is impossible for 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 do anything when you got out of bed?" Beichuan Temple said as he brought the steaming polenta over.

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

"What did you do when you got out of bed?" Kamiya Mirai's face was stagnant, and he said in a vague tone; "I didn't do anything?"

If you let Beichuan Temple know that he got out of bed just to wash a few bowls and worsen his cold, I guess he would be scolded by Beichuan Temple again?

The point is that it is too offline.

He didn't wash the bowl, but made his body worse.

Beichuan Temple watched her sip the porridge, and couldn't help frowning: "Did you make it like this just to go downstairs and wash those bowls?"

Kamiya, this little girl in the future might really do such a thing.

""Kamigu future.

Kamiya moved his gaze away in the future, not daring to look at Beichuan Temple.

"You were afraid that I would think you were dirty, so I wanted to go downstairs to wash the dishes, but when I walked halfway, I found that I was weak, so I went upstairs and lay down again. But the distance downstairs takes a lot of your energy, you 'S cold became more serious, and what happened after I came to your house?"

Don’t you already know this?

Kamiya Mirai muttered in his heart while sipping thick polenta.

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

But the porridge cooked in Beichuan Temple is really good, and it seems to have some small oats added to it.

Seeing that Kamiya Miku was not answering, Beichuan Temple looked at her pale face again, and said in deep thought: "You have a serious cold now, so I won't say anything to bother you. But after your cold is over, this one I will talk to you about the matter."

Cough cough cough! ! !

Kamiya Miku, who was still drinking polenta, raised his head with a dazed expression:

"Wait for Mr. Temple, I haven't admitted yet."

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

"Yes!" Kamiya Mirai stood tall and answered seriously.

Beichuan Temple's expression remained unchanged: "I will teach you when you get better."

"Okay." Kamiya Miku shrank his head and took another sip of porridge.

Well, this porridge is delicious.