I, the lord of ghost stories

"My two daughters, I will leave it to you in the future."

"As you may not know, I'm a workaholic, so I don't have much time to take care of Kiko and Sachiko."

There are memories in his voice.

Sifengyuan listened quietly.

"When they were very young, their mother was still alive, and I used to drive the family to the observatory and museums on weekends."

"Later she died in a car accident. On the way to the convenience store to buy things, it was less than 400 meters away from where she lived-we moved away from that sad place and came here."

"I made up my mind to give them the best... put them in private secondary schools, and do everything I can to get them into college."

"Sachiko is sensible, she replaced her mother early on and took care of the family affairs.

I don't want to shirk anything, but my energy is also limited, busy with work, and sometimes I can't come back once a month or two. "

"She's a good kid, I've thought so more than once."

Chong Gongliang was a little emotional.

"Perhaps because of this, she took on the responsibility prematurely. She is more mature than many of her peers. She studies hard, takes care of her younger sister, and works to subsidize the family... so that her youth is almost blank."

"By the time I found out, this child had completely missed all opportunities to learn about the relationship between men and women."

"This is very rare. Many girls start trying to communicate with men and women in middle school, and even decide to get married in high school."

"So this kid doesn't know how to love the opposite sex, and he doesn't know how to express his emotions.

All I can say is that she is clumsy at this. "

"Despite this, I know the kid has made up his mind.

As long as she is determined to do something, she will not regret it. "

"There is no doubt that you are the one she chose, please treat her well."

"please."

Chong Gongliang folded his hands in front of his forehead, pressed them to the ground, and made a solemn request.

"I was a father who failed in his duties."

"Whether it was in the past or now, I don't feel that I am taking care of this child...instead, I am being taken care of by this child."

"When they need me, I can't be by my side, and when they have an accident, I can't help them."

"I am a mediocre and incompetent father who can barely maintain the family just by working hard."

"But even if I am like this, I still have something to be proud of - I have such an outstanding eldest daughter, and a second daughter who also makes me proud. They all have crystal-like flawless hearts."

"I believe in their vision. Since they are all willing to choose you, then you must be someone worthy of entrustment."

"My two daughters, please take care of them in the future."

"...You are being polite."

Sifeng Yuanyou sat upright, lowered his head slightly, but did not avoid it, but accepted the gift head-on.

"Maybe it's not what you think, but maybe it's not wrong in a sense..."

Chong Gongliang may be understood as the relationship between men and women.

From Sifeng Yuanyou's point of view, the god-man contract is completely different from the ordinary relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend or even husband and wife... Husband and wife can still divorce, but it is impossible to leave after the contract is concluded.

From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to entrust Sister Chonggong to him... even more solemn than that.

The future is long and long, naturally... I will give you a lot of advice.

Chong Gongliang bent down continuously to express his gratitude.

Yuu Sifeng finally felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, Mr. Chong Gong, I think, I should get down to business."

"I'm here to prepare to solve your work problems."

Raising his hand to stop Chong Gongliang's movement, Sifeng Yuanyu was a little impatient.

Sometimes Sakurajima's etiquette really makes people feel cumbersome...

"I can directly provide you with a job, or introduce you to a job that I know well. It is a job that is suitable for you. It must be able to solve the financial difficulties of the Chonggong family."

"I will leave the specific content in the file bag, you think about it, there is no need to give an answer now."

Sifengyuan Yu got up, bowed politely and said goodbye.

"Then, don't disturb your group."

After discussing the business, Sifeng Yuanyou bid farewell and left.

"You are a guest, won't you stay for dinner?"

"Please let me do my best to be a landlord."

"I have an appointment elsewhere, and I still have something to deal with."

The misunderstanding has been resolved, presumably there is still a lot to say between father and daughter.

This is a family affair, and Sifengyuan felt that it was inconvenient to intervene, so she declined and was about to leave.

"Then let Kiko see you off."

"Kiko, see off the guests."

"Ah."

Chonggong Jizi came out in response, and changed a coat from her own room.

He was wearing furniture clothes, under a knee-length skirt, his calves were wrapped in white stockings, he hooked his leather shoes lightly, and then sent Sifeng Yuanyu out the door.

In the corridor, the girl was originally silent, but suddenly she seemed to think of something, her cheeks were slightly red, and the smoke wave turned slightly and asked softly:

"What did Dad tell you just now?"

"He said he had two daughters that he was proud of."

"anything else?"

"He thanked me for taking care of your sister."

"……anything else?"

The girl was already unhappy that she didn't hear what she wanted to hear.

"... entrusted my two daughters to me."

"This, this does not count."

The girl lowered her head to look at her toes.

"This is the father's blessing to his daughter... He is worried that I will abuse you!"

"Jiko, it's fine to send it here, let's go back, the weather is still relatively cold."

At the bottom of the corridor, Sifengyuan stopped, caring so much for her.

"Alright, then goodbye, Yu-kun."

As soon as the words were finished, she tiptoed lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, and lightly pecked Sifeng Yuanyu's cheek.

Afterwards, the girl's back quickly disappeared up the stairs like a Mercedes-Benz rabbit.

Touching the moistness on his cheeks, Yuu Sifengin laughed dumbly, the woman's mind is really elusive.

After turning around a flight of stairs, I saw Wen Jia, who was leaning against the wall handsomely with her hands folded, and the girl Ruli, who was looking excitedly at her head.

"Kiss! Kiss!"

Liuli cheered so much.

"Thank you for helping deliver that letter."

Yuu Sifengin thanked him.

"You're welcome, it's our job to deliver letters for the dead."

"The text after death is a miracle to tell the deceased's heart."

Wen Jia spoke calmly, but with a little satisfaction from the heart.

"Although this is the case, doing so also requires adjusting the schedule, squeezing your personal time."

"So, you don't have money in this world, do you? Why don't I treat you to ice cream?"

Yuu Sifeng took out a stack of thick ice cream shop gift certificates.

Sure enough, an expensive and exquisite dessert as a thank you will always bring a smile.

Chapter 22 New Semester

April, the first day of school.

Two days have passed since visiting Takamiya's house, and Yuu Sifeng returned to the campus as a second-year high school student.

The spring break is short, but fortunately they don't have much homework... Other schools generally don't have homework during the spring break, and the private high school that Yuu Sifeng attended is stricter in this regard.

"Do you know Master Kurokawa?"

"Using sorcery to confuse women, a despicable and lustful monster."

"I heard that there is Lord Kurokawa in Asakawa City, just like in the story.

The woman who is bewitched in the middle of the night will run out to have a tryst with him... When she wakes up, she won't remember anything. "

"Your news is outdated. I also heard that someone saw a baby with a tail abandoned behind the trash can by Master Heichuan."

After the get out of class bell rang, during recess, in the corridor, a few students were chatting, and passed by the window on the right side of Yuu Sifengyuan.

He was sitting at the fourth table by the window on the right. The window was open, and the voices in the corridor came along with a gust of cold wind.

"Sifengyuan, have you gone to collect materials again this spring break?"

A short male classmate, Kazuya Tianshan, turned his head from the front desk, pressed the chair sideways, and asked with a smile.

This is his junior high school classmate, who used to be in the junior high school, and later entered the Asakawa Private Higher School together.

In private, he knew the identity of Yuu Sifeng as a "strange talk novelist".

"Spring break, I went to a remote mountain."

"Tell us about what you saw during spring break."

Chattering, several boys surrounded him.

Sifeng Yuanyou has good academic ability, handsome appearance, cheerful personality and rich family.

In this grade, he undoubtedly became the focus of the crowd.

It's been that way since I was a kid.

This is not surprising.

The stronger the spiritual power, the more obvious the improvement of personal appearance and charm.

And Sifeng Yuanyou has been accumulating spiritual power since he was a child, even before he was promoted, he is far superior to ordinary people.

Especially after this spring break, after Yuu Sifengyuan set foot in Immortal, the overall charm has taken another leap.

Even though he has tried his best to restrain himself, he will still unconsciously attract everyone's attention.

"It has exceeded the limit of human beings..."

Looking around, as expected, most of the girls are more or less paying attention to themselves, with obvious or subtle affection.

Whenever I have a movement, the whole classroom will be much quieter.

Even, even a small number of boys subconsciously pay attention to this place.

When passing by, I will also slow down carefully, so as not to disturb here.

The invisible aura seems to be the center of this corridor and classroom.

To put it simply, everyone is looking at him...not necessarily aware of it, but unconsciously attracted to him.