My daily life of cultivating immortals and removing spirits in Chiba

Chapter 44 What does it rely on?
Feeling her mother's concerned eyes, Hayakawa Reimi took a deep breath to calm down the complicated emotions in her heart.

Then he slowly recounted everything he had experienced and seen today to his mother.

"...That's it. I think they are a really good match. I simply..."

Hayakawa Reimei was lying in her mother's arms, her nose wrinkled from time to time, her little face was crying, and she spoke intermittently.

"That's what it is."

After listening to Hayakawa Reimi's story, Mrs. Hayakawa nodded, showing a look of understanding.

Then, Mrs. Hayakawa smiled confidently, and a pair of white and tender hands like a girl immediately grasped Reimei Hayakawa's slender shoulders. She looked directly at her daughter, hummed softly, and then sighed.

"Lingmei, do you know? In fact, my mother once encountered similar troubles like yours."

"When your father was in high school, he once admired a woman named Heyue."

"That woman named Heyue doesn't mention anything else, but in terms of appearance, even my mother has to admit that I am inferior to her."

"But Lingmei, do you know?"

"Why did your father choose me in the end?"

Mrs. Hayakawa's red lips curled up in a confident arc, and then she changed her words and suddenly asked her daughter.

Hayakawa Reimi was stunned for a moment, and then spoke subconsciously.

"Ah? Why? Is it because that person doesn't like dad?"

heard.

Mrs. Hayakawa's face suddenly darkened.

If it weren't for the fact that the daughter in front of her had a similar face to hers, she would have really doubted whether she had accidentally picked up the wrong child when she was in the hospital.

Mrs. Hayakawa took a deep breath, then a confident smile appeared on her face again, she looked at her daughter and said softly.

"It's the means! It's the means!"

"For us women, if we want to grab a good man, the most important thing is 'means'."

As Mrs. Hayakawa spoke, she stretched out her hand, spread her white palm, and then slowly closed her fingers in front of Reime Hayakawa.

The white and soft palm seems to contain the aura to control everything.

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After reviewing and reading it several times, Asamaha confirmed that there were no problems in the second volume, then clicked send and sent the electronic file to the editor of the publishing house.

However, just when Asamaha clicked send and stretched his waist to take a short rest, a notification sound instantly sounded in his mind.

"The upper limit of your spiritual power has been exceeded. The current spiritual power is: 83 points."

"Is it 83 o'clock? Although I thought the speed was okay before, now it suddenly feels a bit slow."

Asamaha listened to the reminder sound in her head, then shook her head and said to herself.

In the past, during the Qi training period, it took four days to increase the spiritual power value by one point. Every 5 points of spiritual power value increased by one level, and it only took about 20 days to increase the level by one level.

Now, after entering the foundation building period, every 30 points of spiritual power will increase one level of realm, and it will take 120 days to increase one level of realm.

Progress is really slow.

"When you have 100 million yen, try exchanging it for a low-level spiritual stone and see what the effect will be."

Asamaha raised her head, looked at the ceiling, and murmured.

Then, Asamaha thought for a while, took out the latest fruit phone he just bought from his pocket, opened Twitter, and registered an account called "Qingyu".

Now that he is a best-selling light novel author, he should also register a Twitter account to accumulate fans so that he can promote his future works.

…………

The day passed quickly.

Speaking of which, Asamaha can be considered an "otaku".

Although the weather was nice today, Asamaha did not leave the apartment. She was either reading or playing games in the apartment.

Soon, it was dinner time.

Although he and Yui Saotome have not lived together for more than a week.

However, in just a few days, Asamaha felt like she was almost being used up by Yui Saotome.When he heard a noise in the kitchen, a faint aroma wafted over.

I knew that dinner was about to start, and when I walked out of the room, I could see the freshly cooked beef curry rice on the dining table, with spoons and chopsticks ready.

He didn't have to do anything but sit on the chair at the dining table and wait for Yui Saotome to come over and start eating.

At this moment, Saotome Yui took off her white apron, revealing her plump figure in a light blue hip-length sweater skirt, and walked towards the dining table at the same time.

Asama Ha looked at Saotome Yui, who was walking in a hip-length sweater skirt, and suddenly asked curiously.

"Sister Yui, do you like wearing sweater skirts?"

If Asama remembers it well, the day Yui Saotome came over, she was also wearing a sweater dress, but the color and style were different.

"Well, I quite like it, because the sweater skirt is more comfortable, and other clothes always feel a bit too tight." Yui Saotome nodded slightly.

Too tight?
Hearing this, Asamaha didn't react for a moment, but then glanced at Saotome Yuina's plump figure that couldn't be ignored, and immediately understood.

The sweater skirt is very stretchable and is indeed suitable for her. After all, it is so big, I don’t know...

"Newborn!"

Asamaha cursed secretly in her mind, and then quickly dismissed the messy thoughts in her mind, lowering her head and concentrating on solving the beef curry in front of her.

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After washing up, Asamaha returned to the room.

Lying on the bed, Asamaha took out her phone again and opened Line. There were many unread messages.

Several of them were sent by the editor of the publishing house, and the general content was to praise "Teacher Qingyu" for the fact that this volume is very good and will definitely sell well again!
Then the editor tentatively asked Asama Ha. When the second volume was released, the publishing house wanted to hold a book signing to boost its popularity and asked him if he was free.
"Should be free."

Asamaha typed this sentence on her mobile phone and clicked send.

Then he set his sights on Hayakawa Reimi's profile picture.

"Asama-kun, I visited your apartment today. Now we can be considered close friends!"

"Then can I call you Yu-kun from now on?"

"This is a gift from a good friend~ (shy)"

"picture.jpg"

Hayakawa Remi also posted a picture, based on the shooting scene and composition elements of the picture.

This picture was probably taken in the bathroom.

In the picture, Reimi Hayakawa's pink face is flushed, as if she has just finished taking a bath. She is only wearing a white bath towel, revealing her slender shoulders that are rosy and half-covered by the bath towel, revealing her... The European style of infinite reverie.

As for why it is said to be half-covered, it is naturally because the shooting angle of this picture was taken diagonally downward from the camera position.

From a high position, with this perfect angle, you can directly capture a mysterious and vague feeling that is half exposed.

I can only say that the shooting angle is very professional!
At least Asamaha, who had just seen this picture, suddenly had an inexplicable thought in his mind.

I want to try turning the phone over to see if I can see the vague spring scenery that was not captured in the picture from other angles of the phone.

"It's so late at night, it would be a little too exciting to give this as a gift to a good friend..."

Asamaha secretly smiled bitterly in her heart, there are too many temptations in this turbid world...

After taking a deep breath, Asama Yu moved her fingertips slightly and quickly sent a reply.

"Of course, no problem. Then I will call you Lingmei from now on?"

When Asama Hacai clicked send, before he put down his phone, Hayakawa Remi's reply came within ten seconds.

"Hehe, Yu-kun!"

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When Asamaha was chatting on the line on her mobile phone.

Yui Saotome, who was living together in the first-floor apartment at the moment, also returned to her bedroom.

She sat at the desk under the lamp.

Wearing silver-rimmed glasses, on the desk in front of her was a thick notebook spread out.

(End of this chapter)