Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

When they got to the roadside, Onizuka Eikichi was already waiting there, and Danma Ryuji had already passed by on his motorcycle first.

Although the roads in Tokyo were very crowded due to the Sakura Festival, the group of people arrived at Meguro District smoothly.

The Meguro River is an eight-kilometer-long river that starts in Setagaya District, passes through Shinagawa and Meguro Districts, and finally flows into Tokyo Bay. About 830 cherry blossom trees bloom on both sides of the river from Ikejiri Ohashi Bridge to Kamekoku Bridge.

Where the river is wide, you can go boating, and there are also rivers five or six meters wide, where the cherry blossom tree branches on both sides meet in the middle of the river. Although the planting density is slightly narrower than Chidorigafuchi, because the river is much narrower, it seems that there are more cherry blossoms.

And unlike the former, the cherry blossom trees here were first used as part of the bank protection project. Due to environmental and other reasons, the cherry blossom trees here died in batches and were replaced, so the trees next to them are smaller and there will be no Chidori Deep. The kind of scene where cherry blossoms cover the sky.

However, because of the narrowness of the river, the "Sakura River" here is more shocking than Chidorigafuchi.

The place where the Sakura Festival is held is located in Nakameguro. The river here is only five or six meters wide. Usually there are only cafes and restaurants along the river, but when the Sakura Festival comes, it becomes much more lively.

In addition to the "Meguro lanterns" with sponsors hanging all over the river, the greenways on both sides will also be lined with various food stalls and grocery stalls for tourists to kill time while enjoying the cherry blossoms.

It was already getting dark when Miyamizu, Mitsuha and the others arrived here. Onizuka took away the huge food boxes and picnic mats, and he would be responsible for delivering them when Kyousuke Hojo was at home.

Because they had rested for a long time before, a few girls started shopping as soon as they arrived here.

As we all know, the Sakura Matsuri is not for cherry blossom viewing, but for the vendors and performances that only appear during the festival.

…

The night was getting darker, and suddenly a strong wind blew.

"Sakura Fukiyuki" appeared.

At this moment, four girls were standing on Bessho Bridge, the most famous bridge in Nakameguro. All the cherry blossoms blown by the wind fell into the Meguro River below.

Although the Meguro River is not called the Meguro River because the bottom of the river is black, the bottom of this shallow and narrow river is indeed black, so under the red light of the lantern, the cherry blossom petals floating on it look even more dreamy and truly It became a river flowing with cherry blossoms.

Watching the cherry blossoms fall and the petals scatter on the river, Miyamizu Mitsuha suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

She didn't know if she would remember the white duck boat chopping the waves when she woke up tomorrow, the cherry blossom trees covering the river, the picnic she took under the rain of cherry blossoms, or Meguro's flowing water at night. The River of Cherry Blossoms.

Can you remember the cheerful Sakura, the cute Glass, and the jealous Naohana?

Can you still remember all of this?

"a!"

The sudden voice interrupted the girl's melancholy thoughts. She turned her head and saw a beautiful girl with chestnut hair and wearing a light green kimono.

She could see the deep surprise in the girl's amber eyes, which was because she was surprised to meet Hojo Kyosuke.

But what is her name?

"Ah, hello."

She didn't know anything and could only nod and say hello with a smile.

Um?

No matter how gentle her eyes were, they could not release their charm in such a smile. This polite smile, and the strangeness and alienation emanating from the boy opposite her at this moment made Okudera Miki shut her mouth.

The countless words on his lips were swallowed, and the happiness of the sudden encounter and the endless surprises in his heart were all suppressed.

"Hello."

A working smile appeared on his face, and he bowed slightly to say hello.

The bright green kimono embroidered with golden cauliflower perfectly highlighted the figure of the girl in front of her. Every move she made looked like Yamato Nadeshiko from the Heian period.

But Mitsuha Miyamizu clearly felt her sadness, and she felt that something was wrong with her. She wanted to explain, but the other party had already pulled the female companion next to her into the crowd.

It was then that Mitsuha Miyamizu noticed her partner, who was wearing a white coat and had long black hair that reached past her hips. She turned to look at him with a face filled with disgust.

"Miki, why are you holding me back?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked.

"Because the performance ahead is about to begin." Okudera Miki said with a smile, but no emotion could be heard in her voice.

"But that kid Kyousuke Hojo pretends not to know you! Let me go over and help you fix him up." Shizuka Hiratsuka raised his fist and said angrily.

"Kyosuke may have some difficulties." Okudera Miki's tone was still gentle.

"I think he pretended not to know you because there were other girls around him!" Hiratsuka Shizuka had already noticed the girl who walked towards Hojo Kyosuke when they left.

"Hmm~ Kyousuke is not that kind of person, and he wasn't pretending not to know me just now." Okudera Miki shook her head.

"Are you trying to explain yourself? How could he not know you?"

"I don't know, but that look in his eyes definitely doesn't feel like him. Besides, he and I don't have a very close relationship, so what's the point of him pretending that he doesn't know me?"

"Ah? Are you really not a couple?" Shizuka Hiratsuka stopped and asked in disbelief.

"Hahaha, Xiaojing, I told you no when we first met."

"Okay, but I still feel like I can't forgive it."

"Okay, okay, I will ask him carefully later, Kyousuke is not that kind of person."

"Let him give an explanation! Otherwise I will go to his school to find him!" Hiratsuka Shizuka was still angry.

"Yes, yes, come on, your favorite Mancai show is about to begin."

"Who likes it the most? It's obviously you."

Okudera Miki didn't refute, and carefully walked through the crowd with her friend, who was still wearing minimalist clothes even on a day like the Sakura Festival.

What she just said was not just to appease her friends, as she said, she believed Hojo Kyosuke was not that kind of person. Although she didn't know why the other party didn't recognize her, she still chose to say goodbye decently.

If you had to ask Kyosuke about this situation, it would be very difficult for him. At this time, you should happily enjoy the joy of the Sakura Festival.

Maybe it’s because I look so beautiful in my kimono today? So Kyousuke was so surprised that he couldn't recognize it for a while, haha.

Thinking this way, Miki Okudera put the matter in her heart for the time being and watched the performance with her friends.

Soon, the clear and melodious laughter of the two women rang out from the front of the stage.

other side

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at Miki Okudera leaving, frowning and wondering if there was any trace of this person in Kyousuke Hojo's circle of friends.

"Mitsuha, who is that?" Sakura, who was looking at the accessories at the stall, came to her side and asked curiously.

"It seems that he is Kyousuke's friend, but I..." Mitsuha Miyamizu said helplessly, but as if a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind, she remembered.

Oh, yes, Miki Okudera, an employee of the Italian restaurant that Hojo Kyosuke often went to, even sent a message to ask herself why she didn't go to the restaurant when she was swapping bodies.

"Oh, it seems that Hojo Kyosuke messed up again." The girl said dejectedly.

"Don't think too much. Can I blame you?" Sakura raised her hand and patted the tall Mitsuha Miyamizu on the shoulder.

"But Kyousuke has done a good job in Itomori and has never made any mistakes." Mitsuha Miyamizu said frustratedly.

"Hahahaha, are you thinking too much about Kyosuke?" Sakura said with a smile.

"No, didn't I tell you all those things before? Kyousuke has completely become the agent of the gods in the eyes of the townspeople of Itomori. He may be able to speak better than my father now."

"Mitsuha, you really think too well of Kyosuke."

As he spoke, Sakura pulled Mitsuha Miyamizu into a small alley, which was the gap between two buildings.

Usually such a place is empty, but whenever the Meguro River holds a cherry blossom festival, the two-meter-wide place becomes a very popular "restaurant." The stall owner cooks at the entrance of the alley, and customers can sit back and enjoy the food while taking a rest.

Now Zhihua has dragged Glass in front of the boss and is struggling with what to eat. This is a restaurant that sells fried chicken. The fried chicken wrapped in bread crumbs and deep-fried until golden and crispy exudes a fragrance that makes Sakura unable to walk, but she, Sakura, is just fearless, not that she does not take her own life seriously.

No matter how greedy she is, she won't eat this kind of heavy oily food. If she wants to eat it, she'll have to wait...

"Sanye, I've ordered a chicken drumstick for you." Zhihua shouted.

"Thanks."

Mitsuha Miyamizu, who originally wanted to take a good look at the menu, was directly pulled by Sakura to sit down in front of a small table.

"Didn't you ask me why I was laughing when you were braiding my hair?" Sakura asked after sitting down.

"Yeah, I thought I said something ridiculous."

"Hahaha, what I was laughing at was that Kyousuke probably didn't know how much money the aunt you mentioned could earn from growing watermelons every year, so he directly suggested that the aunt's son go to a big city."

"No way? Even if it is cheaper for us locals to eat watermelon, I have only been here for a few days and I know how expensive watermelon is in Tokyo."

"It's possible. Unless you want to make food for Sakura, Kyousuke-kun usually doesn't care much about what he eats, and he won't go out of his way to buy things like watermelon. He only buys some fruits every day to supplement his vitamins."

Glass, who came over with fried chicken, took over the topic.

"You have swapped bodies with him so many times, so you should have paid attention to his refrigerator, right?" Sakura asked.

"It seems that I only saw papaya and beef..."

Although I bought other fruits for making fruit baskets yesterday, they have already gone into the stomachs of several people.

In Hojo Kyosuke's memo, it seems that he only said that he could use beef as a late-night snack if he was hungry. He is so good at making desserts, but he doesn't even make some for himself.

Mitsuha Miyamizu was once again amazed at Hojo Kyosuke's "laziness".

"And you said that Kyousuke did a good job at Itomori and made your father avoid you every time he saw you. Don't you feel something is wrong?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to not have to be scolded by my father anymore..."

That's right, what did this guy Kyousuke Hojo do to my father? ! Mitsuha Miyamizu finally discovered the blind spot.

"Hahahaha, even the subordinates you think are very reliable, Kyosuke disliked them at first. When school started, he was afraid of being violent, so he went to school with a bamboo sword all day long.

It was only because of Tetsuta Kisaki and Kyousuke Maki that he became the chief of the Rampage Angels. After he became the chief, he felt that it would be good to have a group of younger brothers. "

Sakura said with a smile that she asked Onizuka Eikichi to inquire about these things. There is no way, Aunt Mijiko is waiting to hear it.

Afraid of violence?

Mitsuha Miyamizu is dumbfounded? The head of Tokyo's largest criminal organization is afraid of violence? She recalled what her subordinates had said about Hojo Kyosuke's various solo and team-breaking deeds.

"Also, you should have seen the words on Kyosuke's socks. He actually never buys solid color T-shirts, because it will take him more time to distinguish the pros and cons." Sakura continued to talk about Hojo. Kyosuke’s embarrassing material.

"Kyosuke-kun doesn't know it himself, but in fact he always uses the Hokkaido dialect. When he says 'very', he always uses なまら, instead of the とても that is common in the Kanto region."

Glass smiled softly and revealed his little discovery.

"Hahaha, I know this too, because Aunt Mijiko said so." Sakura smiled and picked up a fried chicken leg.

"Kyosuke's shoelaces often tie into dead knots because he thinks it's troublesome to tie them again after they loosen up." Naoka Ueno was not to be outdone.

"Also, Sakura, look at your belly." Naohua stretched out her index finger and poked Sakura's slender waist.

"What are you doing!" Sakura was like a cat with hairy fur. She still didn't put down the drumstick in her hand, and quickly covered the place where it was poked with her free hand.

"Be careful of getting fat."

"This is not fat, it's happy meat!" Sakura said plausibly.

…

Originally, I wanted to help Hojo Kyosuke maintain stability in his circle of good friends, but in the end, he was comforted by them.

Seeing the three girls making a fuss, Mitsuha Miyamizu also picked up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he began to recall the embarrassing incident of Hojo Kyosuke in Itomori.

"He also wanted to braid my sister Yotsuba's hair, but as soon as she braided it, Yotsuba untied it in disgust."

"Hahaha, he also braided my hair when I was little, but Kyosuke has no talent at all in this area," Sakura said.

At the end of the Sakura Festival, the four girls made an appointment to meet at Itomori.

Until the end of the Sakura Festival, a certain blond-haired and blue-eyed fan artist lady was left in the banquet hall, watching the fireworks outside the window several times. Unfortunately, no prince came to save her this time. A certain hero out of interest was far away from Tokyo. Hundreds of kilometers away in the mountains.

Until the end of the Sakura Festival, a certain new best-selling novel writer with black hair and red eyes was left at the Hehe City entrepreneur gathering. A certain father was overjoyed when his daughter wanted to go to the Tokyo Sakura Festival. They were both Sakura Festivals. What was the difference between the one in Tokyo and the one in Wako City? It was just the right time to show off his daughter to her friends.

Therefore, the number of people in this historic meeting is currently only four.

another time and space

Itomori, an old house next to the railway

Beep beep, beep beep——

As the alarm clock rang, Yukino Momori closed her eyes and turned off the alarm clock on her phone, then sat up.

"It's dawn."

One hand was holding the tatami to support her body, and the other hand moved the hair from her forehead to cover her eyes, and she looked out the window.

When you turn your face sideways, your pretty nose seems to be glowing white under the sunlight. When you just woke up, the messy hair ends are casually placed on your fair cheeks, making this rather weak-looking woman a little more sassy. a feeling of.

The weather in Itomori is still so good today.

Sunlight shines into the house through the filter of glass, showing every detail.

After getting the right to use the house, Yukino Momori just asked workers to help replace the house's tattered window paper with glass, so now the house is completely illuminated by the morning sun without a shadow.

Bags of chocolates and empty new beer cans were littered on the ground. Even the new chocolates were placed on the ground by her at first, but they completely melted in the sunlight.

A lunch box that looked barely eaten, a hair dryer, a paper box... The floor of the originally large room looked messy.

"By the way, I wonder if he has replied to me?"

Yukino Mokari picked up her phone and looked at it. There were still only two messages on the interface that had been there since last night.

"Would you like to come to my house to taste the food at noon tomorrow? And the land I mentioned last time."

This was sent by her at 12 o'clock yesterday morning.

"Um, can you wait until I get back to you tomorrow?" - Mitsuha Miyamizu

The reply time was 10pm last night.

Although it took such a long time to receive a reply, Yukino Momoka was not frustrated. Because from the tone of the message, she could tell that the person who responded to her on the phone was the real Mitsuha Miyamizu, not the person she wanted to invite.

Even so, it's still a little sad.

With this thought in mind, Yukino Mokari supported her slender body with her arms and stood up.

Today is the weekend. According to her past habits, she would have drank beer until she fell asleep last night, and then slept with the help of alcohol until after noon today.

However, even though I don’t know if that adult will come today, I still need to tidy up the house and cook the food.

The temperature in Itomori in the early morning was also very pleasant. Yukino Momori was wearing an orange T-shirt and shorts as pajamas and began to fold the quilt.

This so-called Japanese room is one of the few tatami rooms in this old building that are well preserved, so if you want to receive guests, you can only choose here.

Yukino knelt on the tatami, and her slender arms smoothed the blue quilt bit by bit, not missing any wrinkles.

The smoothed quilt formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding messy bottom surface. Yukino Mokari, who was about to fold the quilt, looked at this distinct scene, and a smile appeared on her black eyes with natural big double eyelids.

It seems like you haven’t tidied yourself up for a long time?

Thinking of this, her pretty face with delicate facial features that seemed to be artificially carved also bloomed with a smile like the sun.

First, take the two corners at the bottom of the quilt and fold it in half, then fold the two vertical sections in half toward the middle, and then fold it in half again. Because it is to be stored in a cabinet, even the cushion underneath has to be folded up.

Yukino Mokari, who used to be confused and looked a little slovenly when living alone, started to tidy up her "home" after a long absence.

I poured the remaining liquid in the beer can, which had no bubbles at all, into the sink, took a bamboo basket given by a nearby grandma, and put them neatly into it. Find a garbage bag and put all the plastic garbage in it.

Then he collected the underwear scattered on the floor and threw it into the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom. The originally messy room was now empty.

"Well done, Yukino, now let's start cleaning the tatami!"

Yukino's breathing became deeper and heavier, and her cheeks turned red.

For most people, this labor might not even be considered as a warm-up, but it made this woman, whose body looked slender in every part, feel exhausted. However, looking at the brand-new room, she still felt a burst of joy from deep in her heart.

It was like when you first came to Itomori and heard people who didn't know you at all greet you from the bottom of their hearts and call out "Yukino-sensei".

Didi

When the message alert sounded, Xueye, who originally wanted to have a big fight, immediately dropped the rag in his hand and ran over to pick up the mobile phone placed on the table.

"I'll be here later. Is there anything you need to bring?" - Mitsuha Miyamizu

Ah!

She held the phone in both hands and hugged it tightly to her chest. Although the cold shell of the phone made Xueye's chest feel cold, the joy that was about to burst out of her chest made her completely forget about this trivial matter.

A small cry of surprise came from her throat. Even in a home where she was alone, this older girl was still so shy.

"No need, as long as you come over!"

She never knew she could type so fast. The moment the message was sent, she realized what she had said?

Ah, what are you doing, Yukino! That's a god, what he said was so disrespectful! It's a pity that this is a message and does not have the function of withdrawing it. Besides, it would be more disrespectful to withdraw it, right?

The female teacher, who was already 25 years old but still looked like a fifteen-year-old girl in her heart, blushed and stared at the screen at a loss for a while, anxiously waiting for the reply from the other party.

"OK, then I'm looking forward to Yukino's cooking." - Mitsuha Miyamizu

"OK."

Snapped

The slender body fell on the tatami, making a dull sound.

Ignoring the pain caused by her sudden collapse, this fragile woman who looked like a work of art put her phone on her chest and stared at the roof with her black eyes.

I don't know whether it was because of the previous labor or the nervous and panic mood just now, but there was a thin layer of sweat on the smooth forehead, and there was a light blush on the fair and pretty face.

The two legs stretched out of the shadows. Under the sunlight, the slightly raised arches of the evenly skeletal feet seemed to be glowing. The thin skin seemed to be transparent, and the cyan blood vessels and slender veins underneath could be clearly seen. Phalanges.

The round toes seem to feel the warmth of the sun and stretch out as if dancing in the morning light, making them look even more adorable.

The shadows of the sliding door and doorpost, the sunlight and a woman who has grown from beauty to beauty form a breathtaking painting.

Although the adult was coming soon and even the tatami hadn't been cleaned yet, not to mention the cooking, Yukino Mokari still wanted to immerse in the joy of this moment for a while longer.

The sunshine that made people want to sleep again shone on her face, and the warm feeling reminded her of the joy she felt when she heard the adult say that he was not Mitsuha Miyamizu.

Itomori was a good place, allowing her, a coward, to find temporary peace. Even if it's boring here, not only is it not as good as Tokyo, it's not even as good as my hometown of Ehime Prefecture in Shikoku. But no one here knows him, no one knows about the terrible past.

The past of this woman, whose voice and personality are much smaller than her appearance, is actually a cycle of hiding and running away.

After finishing college in Tokyo, with her excellent diploma and ability, she successfully entered a high school in Tokyo.

Everything in Tokyo is so beautiful. As a teacher, she can wander around the bustling streets during her break, or she can sit quietly in a cafe and admire the neon lights outside that are so gorgeous that they look like light pollution.

"Teacher Yukino Momikari is a xx who seduces students' boyfriends"

Such words came from the third grade girls group.

Although sad, she was not surprised.

From elementary school to college, whenever she was present, the boys would become restless, while the girls would look at her with all kinds of unclear expressions.

Why is this? Probably because of her looks.

The hands and feet were so slender that they seemed to break apart at the slightest fold, and the facial features were as delicate as if they were artificially carved. Even the most ordinary black eyes look particularly beautiful set off by double eyelids that are larger than anyone else's and thick long eyelashes.

The ugly sundress uniform looked ugly on other female students, but it looked so good on her as if it was specially made.

Even her shy and delicate body, which she hated, gave her the label of "weak and delicate", which seemed to make herself more attractive.

Yukino Momoka doesn't like this appearance that has brought her countless troubles. She doesn't know how many times she has experienced rumors like this in school.

The teacher Hinako who saved her when she was a student and gave her the words "Everyone is a little abnormal anyway" had an enviable round face. Her facial features were not good-looking but she would not let her down. People are boring, and the whole person is ordinary.

It seems like a woman who has been innocent since she was a child. At that time, every night before falling asleep, she would pray to God to make her look like Teacher Hinako, who seemed to be blessed by the world.

The teacher who helped her successfully integrate into her classmates and whom she regarded as her spiritual support was also broken when she was in the third grade of junior high school.

Just like the sky glowing with colorful lights, dreamlike bubbles.

It exploded with a "pop" sound, leaving only a water stain on the ground and a mess.

Such a perfect teacher Hinako, who is loved by her classmates and can help her solve any troubles. At the farewell party, she told her classmates that she was going to be transferred to another school, but in fact...

On that bitterly cold rainy day, Teacher Hinako told herself that she was not actually going to find a job elsewhere, but was going back to her hometown to give birth to a child.

Hinako only said "I'm going back to my hometown to have a baby", but she didn't say with a happy face what Yukino Momori wanted to hear, "I'm going to get married", and she didn't even say "I'm going to move back to my hometown".

At that time, Xueye felt that all the strength in her body had been drained, and a chill seemed to freeze her whole body. It was not brought about by the raindrops blown on the face by the cold wind, but by the strong fear that seemed to be abandoned deep in my heart.

So will the perfect teacher Hinako, who has a god-given appearance, also be abandoned? However, he has been abandoned by her now, right?

Yukino Mokari couldn't remember how she got home at the end of that day. After that, she was admitted to a high school in Tokyo and escaped from the place full of memories of Teacher Hinako.

Now, it seems it's time to escape.

The rumors in the school got worse and worse, and the students' parents also came to the school.

She escaped as always and fled back to her hometown in Shikoku.

At that time, she found that she had lost her sense of taste and could not taste fried pork chops, miso soup, or spaghetti covered in meat sauce. She thought it was a cold at first. After all, it was inevitable to return to Shikoku where the climate was very different from Tokyo.

But as time went by, physical discomforts increased, such as headaches, stomachaches, swollen feet, and lower abdominal pain.

I went to the hospital and couldn't find anything. The doctor just said it was because of psychological stress and asked me to try to see a psychiatrist.

Feeling stressed? Yukino Momori was confused.

Have you experienced this kind of thing a lot since childhood? Shouldn't I be used to it by now? Is there still psychological pressure? Haven't you already escaped that uncomfortable place and those rumors?

Before she could follow the doctor's instructions to find a psychiatrist, misfortune chased her to Shikoku again.

"Isn't Mr. Yukino working in Tokyo? Why did he come back to a small place like Ehime?"

"You don't know yet, right? She is in school in Tokyo..."

Oh, it turns out that entering the Internet era is not all a good thing. With this thought in mind, Xueye expertly began to enter the resignation process.

It's just a matter of escaping to the next place, nothing special.

This woman who seems to be full of childishness no matter what she does seems to be very strong at this moment, but she still seems to be childish.

She found a black hole on the Internet with the help of the Internet that gave her headaches.

Itomori High School, located deep in the mountains, was too closed and backward to recruit teachers, so it finally opened its recruitment to the outside world.

Closed and backward, no young people want to stay there.

Isn't this tailor-made for me? Looking at the recruitment information on the laptop screen, Yukino Mokari quickly copied out the mailing address.

Taking a bite of chocolate and a sip of beer, it was the only food she'd discovered lately that had any taste.

Yukino Momoka started writing a cover letter. Yes, that school didn't even provide an email address. It’s so good, maybe I can hide there for a little longer this time!

Yukino Momori, who had just returned to Shikoku less than a month ago, was packing her luggage again. She had no doubt whether her job application would be passed.

Although he is a sports idiot who can't even walk in a straight line on the balance beam, Yukino Mokari is still very confident in his learning ability. Otherwise, he would not be able to enter Aoyama Gakuin and stay in Tokyo to teach in high schools.

Sure enough, before she arrived at Itomori, the employment letter had already been sent to her home.

When she arrived at Itomori, the employment letter that her family had sent for her also arrived.

Just as she thought, although her beauty still amazed the townspeople of Itomori, even the nearby grandmother would praise her every time she saw her. But the annoying rumors never followed, allowing her to hide here until she met that adult.

bang bang

Yukino Mokari put down her phone and patted her face with both hands. Although the force used was very small, there was still a clear blush on her weak pretty face.

Cheer up, Yukino, finish your hygiene quickly and prepare the food!

A body that is powered by white rice, chocolate, and beer every day is fragile. Xueno's body, which has been weak since childhood, became even more unbearable during this period of time.

Only Itomori's fresh air and warm sunshine could make her feel that she was still alive, oh, of course not now, now that there was the god inhabiting the miko's body.

Like all those who place their faith in the gods, Yukino Momoka has now found an excellent place to hide, which is the kingdom of the gods.

The woman wearing an orange T-shirt and dark green shorts first lifted a small brown casserole from the gas stove with both hands, and then quickly put her fingers to her ears to pinch it as if she had been burned.

After all the warmth on her fingers was absorbed by the cool earlobes, the woman ran to the side and weighed a portion of the white crystals with a small electronic scale.

When running back and forth, the loose bob on the head keeps rising and falling with the body, as if expressing the excitement and expectation for the owner.

When Hojo Kyosuke came here, he saw this scene.

Yukino Momori who is busy in the kitchen does not look like a mature woman at all, but like a little girl who secretly tries to cook while her parents are not at home.

Every move is full of recklessness and curiosity about cooking.

"Xueye, I'm here."

The kitchen is a side room connected to the main house. It can be seen that it has not been used much and there are very few kitchen utensils.

"Sanye, you're here."

Xueno ran out of the kitchen when he heard the sound, and then saw the curious little girl next to the adult.

"Si Ye is here too." The surprised expression on his face was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing again.

"As soon as the little guy heard about the delicious food, he insisted on coming. Is that okay? She can also help with the work." Hojo Kyosuke explained.

"Hello, Teacher Yukino!"

Miyamizu Yotsuba did not refute her sister's words, because today's sister was the "good sister" with a ponytail, and besides, she was indeed here to make a living. Naturally, she knew this handsome and outrageous foreigner teacher. He had visited the shrine when he first arrived in Itomori.

At that time, she and her sister were envious of the beautiful figure wearing a mocha suit jacket with a bulging chest, a dark red bow, and a Scottish plaid pleated skirt that could barely see her slender thighs. I longed to grow up to be a beautiful woman like Yukino-sensei.

"You are welcome to be our guest."

Although Miyamizu Yotsuba was just a little girl, the shy Yukino Momori was still a little at a loss and used formal etiquette to bow slightly to Yotsuba.

"excuse me."

Seeing that the beautiful teacher Yukino, like Sayaka, did not treat herself as a child, but completely treated her as an equal, Yotsuba was happy and at the same time bowed politely and handed her the gift from the teacher. Snacks brought as gifts from home.

"That's very polite, Yotsuba." Yukino Mokari responded solemnly, and then the two bowed again.

Hojo Kyosuke was so happy when he saw this conversation between the elder and the younger that there was no sense of inconsistency. He laughed out loud and was given a fierce glare by Yotsuba.

"Hehe." Yukino Momoka was much gentler, but she blushed. She raised her hand and gently stroked the short hair that fell around her ears with her right hand to hide her shyness.

"Do you need help? Also, what are you weighing?" Hojo Kyosuke pointed to the kitchen.

"That...is salt."

Hearing this, Xueye's already white and transparent face turned even redder, as if it were a candy filled with strawberry jam.

Use an electronic scale to weigh the food, put the seasonings in strict accordance with the standards on the recipe, and execute every step without compromise. This is how Yukino Momori, a cook with a poor sense of taste, has the confidence to let the adult come to eat.

If she was eating alone, the only kitchen utensil she could use was a rice cooker. A pot of white rice, a few pieces of chocolate and beer is her daily meal. Not because you can taste the fragrance of rice, but because rice can provide the minimum energy required by the body to survive, and chocolate and beer are good snacks.

"Is this so? It's also a good idea."

Hojo Kyosuke nodded. He was like this when he first started making desserts. Every step was followed according to the recipe. Even if the things he made were not as "soulful" as others, they would still have the same deliciousness. the discount of.

"Actually, I don't have much confidence in cooking. I hope I won't disappoint you later." Yukino Mokari said.

"How is that possible! Teacher Yukino is very good at cooking at first glance!"

Obviously the person present who has the most confidence in Yukino Momori's cooking skills is Miyamizu Yotsuba. Similarly, the good person she recognized as Natori Sayaka is also a talent who can succeed in everything in her eyes.

Not for anything else, just because they can respect a child so much! Sister Fool has done quite well in this regard during this period, which is why the fruit smoothie she made last time was so delicious. It's a pity that this idiot has trouble with his brain from time to time, and will even compete with him to eat the food she made.

It's true, a fool's mind is hard to understand.

"Thank you Yotsuba for your encouragement, I will try my best." Yukino Momori smiled softly. As expected, innocent children are the cutest.

"If you don't need help, I'll start working first." Hojo Kyosuke said.

"I'll help too!"

"There are farm tools over there that I borrowed from my grandmother nearby. You can use them yourself." Xueye pointed to several farm tools such as hoes and shovels leaning against the edge of the elevated floor of the house.

"By the way, I also brought an apple tree, should I plant it too?"

After hearing this, Yukino Momori noticed a one-meter-tall sapling on the ground beside the table.

"Apple tree?"

"Yes, my sister bought it from Uncle Zhang Jian who runs the orchard on the way we came here just now." Yotsuba said.

"Ah, how much should I pay you?" Xueye said quickly.

"I didn't pay, and my uncle refused to accept the money at all?"

Hojo Kyousuke spread his hands and said helplessly. He kept giving the money to the other party, but the other party refused to accept it. When he got anxious, he closed the door directly. In my memory, I only encountered this kind of scene when collecting New Year's money during the New Year in my previous life, but it seemed to be a little bit different.

"Then should I buy something to repay the gift?" Xueye said quickly. It was obvious that she was a little afraid of these favors.

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it." After saying that, Hojo Kyosuke carried the saplings and took Yotsuba to the farm tools.

The vegetable plot assigned to Yukino Baixiangli is around the house. It is now overgrown with weeds. If you want to plant crops, you must first remove the weeds.

Looking at Mitsuha Miyami's slender, white hands, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly realized a problem.

Before coming here, he put on sportswear to make it easier to work, but what should he do if he sweats after working?

Yukino Momori is really a very cute woman. Maybe it’s because I haven’t written out her charm yet, but I will further develop this character in the future.

And Miki Okudera, alas, my writing skills are not good enough and I couldn’t write well about my big sister. It’s a pity.