Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 133 Boyfriend

"Natsume, have you seen the midnight ring? When night comes, there will be a call from the corridor, and after a while, the female ghost will come out of the TV."

"I've read its original book, which is a suspenseful science fiction novel. I didn't expect such a development to be made into a movie."

Miyagawa Wuyue turned her head and glanced at Natsume Zehei, seeing that he didn't respond, she retracted her gaze and continued playing the game.

"I was wondering what to do if this happened to me? You know it's scary in the dark at night, and it's even scarier if a ghost crawls out of the TV."

Natsume Zehei said while operating:
"Throw the little senbei to her, and then throw a book of comics over there. If this doesn't satisfy her, then try to cook her a dinner. Can May cook?"

"No. But female ghosts can read comics?"

"Not only can read comics, but the female ghost also likes to chat with people. She talks a lot, and what she likes to talk about most is gossip, which are all trivial things."

"Well"

Miyagawa Wuyue put down the handle and wrote on the paper again: "I'm serious."

"I'm serious too."

Natsume Zeping looked at the game interface without blinking, "You may not believe it, but I raised a female ghost. The most I do every day is to chat with her cat and dog friends, and other than that, I sleep."

Miyagawa Wuyue picked up the handle and thought he was talking nonsense, her face couldn't help but look a little more lonely, thinking that Natsume also thought she was joking.She poked the handle twice quietly and was a little dazed, until the figure on the big screen was knocked down and found herself in a daze.

"You lose, two bottles of orange juice."

Natsume Zeping said.

Miyagawa Wuyue lowered her head and ignored him, Natsume Zehei was very patient, sitting aside and staring at her quietly.

After being frozen for half a minute, Miyagawa Wuyue took out two bottles of orange juice from the side and handed them to Natsume Zehei, turning her head away from him.

Natsume Zehei smiled and opened the orange juice and took a sip. Miyagawa Wuyue's throat rolled twice and her head drooped like a wilting cucumber. Losing to Natsume was her few reserve grains. There is a quota for the snacks, and my sister will not give any more when I run out.

Miyagawa Wuyue picked up the cup and poured himself a glass of water, sat next to Natsume and picked up the handle, a little dazed.

"What are you thinking?" Natsume Zeping asked.

"I'm wondering what should I do if there are ghosts coming?"

"Then why don't you try to find a master fortune teller? These people know how to exorcise ghosts."

"Fortune teller?"

"Have you tried fortune-telling?" Natsume Zeping put down the orange juice and suddenly turned his head to ask, "Since even ghosts have come out, fortune-telling makes more or less sense. I heard that there are powerful fortune-telling masters who specialize in countering ghosts."

"My father can tell fortunes, and no one in Tokyo is better than him." Miyagawa Wuyue shook the paper, "And I asked for a lottery before, asking for love and career. My sister shook it many times and didn't shake it." After coming out, I finally took one out of it with my own hands, and took it out to see that it was auspicious.”

"The sign says that I will achieve a great career in the future, and eventually become a strong woman, but I don't look like a strong woman at all now."

Miyagawa Wuyue glanced sideways at the reflection in the mirror in the corner. The girl reflected in the mirror had extremely fair skin, an unhealthy complexion that only appeared after staying in a closed room for a long time.The girl was wearing blue and white penguin pajamas, and the wide pajamas couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.

"A strong woman is not strong at the beginning. She has a rock-like mentality after experiencing wind and rain." Natsume Zeping looked at her and said.

"My elder sister is very good at studying, exercising, and kendo," Miyagawa Wuyue wrote on the paper, "I can't compare to her in anything."

"It's different from person to person."

"Of course I understand." Miyagawa Wuyue pulled out the long hair hidden in her pajamas, the soft and clear hair made people a little envious.

"Isn't there another one? What about the love sign?" Natsume asked.

"Compared to career, love is not going well, but it doesn't matter, I didn't think too far." Miyagawa Wuyue shook her head, "My sister used to say that she didn't want me to marry too far away, and she would be lonely if she didn't see me. "

After listening, Natsume Zehei opened another can of orange juice, handed it to Miyagawa Wuyue and took the boiled water on the table.

"Give it to me?" Miyagawa Wuyue was a little surprised.

"It's too sweet, I prefer to drink water." Natsume Zehei then asked, "Wuyue likes your sister very much?"

"She treats me very well, and I really want to be like my sister, confident, brave, and excellent." Miyagawa Wuyue scratched her head and glanced at Natsume again, "Isn't it impossible?"

"You won't be her, you are Miyagawa Mayzuki." Natsume Zehei said and glanced out the window.

The time was 09:30 in the morning. After some light rain in the morning, it became sunny again. Bright sunlight shone into the room, and every particle of dust in the air could be clearly seen.

The heating was blowing in the room, and Natsume Zehei's collar was a little itchy when the hot wind blew through it. He was a little dazed staring at the delicate handwriting on the white paper.

"Wuyue is not liked by people. Who would like a timid and incompetent child?"

She smacked her mouth while drinking orange juice, "There used to be a party at home, and my father invited many people to come. When they saw my sister, they said that the child must be very promising when he grows up. He is definitely a genius. After meeting me, he couldn't tell for a long time." In a word, I only praised me for being sensible in the end."

"I think there is definitely a reason for this." Natsume Zehei said with his head sideways.

"That year my sister won prizes and got soft hands, piano, kendo... a lot, I can't remember."

"No wonder."

Natsume Zehei nodded, "I would say the same thing if it were me."

Miyagawa Wuyue stared at the back of her feet and didn't speak any more.

She wore white socks today. The socks were clean and tidy, with the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Miyagawa Wuyue wrote something on the white paper, and erased it after writing for a long time.

Natsume Zeping took a few glances, "Why does Wuyue like to write on paper instead of talking?"

"Because I'm so stupid that I can't understand. What my mind wants to express and what I say are completely different things. Does Natsume know jumping thinking?" Miyagawa Wuyue wrote on the paper.

"Of course, this is a thinking mode that jumps directly from the proposition to the answer, and then generalizes to other related possibilities." Natsume Zeping shrugged, "I do this occasionally, and others often can't keep up with it." Get on my brain circuit."

"I'm in the same situation. When there are many people, my brain can't keep up with the reaction, and some words just blurt out." Miyagawa Wuyue scratched his head a little embarrassed, "The words are too straightforward, which makes friends less and less like it. chat with me."

"So you don't like to talk now?" Natsume Zehei asked.

"Of course there are other reasons. My girlfriend said it's cuter."

"Cough cough..."

Natsume Zeping just took a sip of hot water and almost choked, "Girlfriend?"

"Well, they are very good friends." Miyagawa Wuyue sipped orange juice and looked at Natsume with innocent eyes, "What's wrong?"

"it's okay no problem."

Natsume Zeping wiped his sweat and drank quickly to cover up his embarrassment, "I heard wrong just now."

"Natsume is so good at chatting, she should have many boyfriends too?" Miyagawa Wuyue wrote on the paper with a smile.

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Looking at the innocent face of the girl, Natsume Zehei couldn't help but nodded.

　Thank you for the reward of Lazy Xiangming, thank you for your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)