my monster girlfriends

My Monster Girlfriends Author: Runaway Middle School Student

Introduction:

I want to write a book.

A warm, quiet book.

Given the title, the book needs some girls.

Some cute, lovable, delicate girls.

If I want to keep the story sweet, I need some ups and downs, some... heart-warming sugar.

But I don't like to be too serious... So, I added some joy to the book, and added some lighthearted and funny seasonings.

But it’s not good to be too happy. The real story should have some sourness and astringency to set off the sweetness and deepen the taste.

Finally, I smeared some cream on the story, a colorful, alluring cream, for garnish.

In the end, it was such a piece of cake - I think it tasted pretty good.

……

This is a warm fairy tale, with some love, some romance, and some sweetness.

——In view of the word "we" in the title, I can only change "there is a pretty girl" to "some pretty girls"...

Irrelevant to the main text: Essays when I was sick · Such an uncle and such a woman

This afternoon, I just sat at the table, turned on the computer, and a kitchen knife appeared on my right hand.

Please note that at this time, the state of this kitchen knife is not in the style of "I can pick it up at any time", but in the style of "I can chop off my dog's head at any time"...

He raised his head silently, and was facing the beautiful eyes of the emperor's sister-in-law.

Murderous.

"Shut it off." The ruthless voice said, "If you're sick, go to sleep."

"Eh..." I pondered for a moment, "I owed one more yesterday."

"Then owe another day."

"Then my full attendance will be gone, more than 1000 yuan."

"I posted it to you, double."

"It's not about the money...the main thing is to keep the promise." I scratched my head, "Although the results of this book are not very good, after all, I have promised the readers..."

"Whatever you promise to them counts as a promise, but what you promise to me doesn't count?"

"Sure."

"Then go to bed, I'll pour you hot water."

I didn't say no - but didn't stand up either.

After staring at each other for two seconds, those beautiful eyes softened a little, turning into the expression I am familiar with.

"...I'm doing it for you."

She used a somewhat pathetic tone that I couldn't resist.

"Of course I know." I spread my hands, "Otherwise, it's been so long since I haven't come up with an excuse?"

She naturally knows that I am very good at "making excuses".

We used to go out late at night, sometimes I wanted to go to the night market and find something to eat; sometimes she wanted to go to the high school I went to before, I lay on the lawn, she pillowed my arm, and counted Star……

It is definitely impossible to speak out to her father about these things, so someone has to be responsible for finding a "suitable excuse"-this job usually falls on me, to ensure that I am quick-witted and flawless.

If I really want to fool her now, I can just find some excuses like "this is a man's responsibility". She is very sensible in this regard, and she will definitely not force it, although my end will not be very good after the incident... But when I really want to "do business", she won't interfere.

But... just because I know that she is really "for my own good", this kind of excuse is not easy to say.

She didn't speak, just looked at me like this-not staring, but with a kind of pleading expression.

...So, it's not good to be too familiar.

She knew that when she had that "please" attitude... I would say yes to almost anything.

As expected, I turned my head away and struggled to get out of her eyes, not to look directly... I thought for a while: "Then I write something that doesn't use my brain?"

Pause: "Just don't think too much about the choice of words and sentences. It's best to recall the subject matter wherever you think of it... In this case, [-] words can be written in less than two hours."

stare.

"...Two thousand, no less, at least one standard stamp?"

smile.

"Okay, I'll watch from the side."

——This is the reason why this text appeared.

......

As I said, there is really no need to think about chapters like this kind of memory - anyway, everything is in the mind, and the words don't need to be too particular. Under this premise, if even "processing memory into written words" If I can't do things instinctively, then I have written these millions of novels in vain.

In fact, if I really want to be lazy, I can just take out my high school diary and copy some, but... considering that this kind of behavior is likely to give birth to a girl who said "Hey, you used to write a diary, let me see "Look, let me see" is an event that could easily lead to my social death. I can only regretfully give up the above thoughts.

(Note: Of course, the above paragraph was not written in front of the emperor's wife, but was added secretly after finishing writing.)

That being the case... let's talk about what happened when we were locked at home by the epidemic last month.

At that time, the epidemic in Yuzhou was basically over, and that night, a text message was sent to the mobile phone saying "the blockade is over".

It was predictable that the streets the next day would be full of people... Human beings are just like dogs. After staying at home for a long time, they always want to go out for a walk.

At this time, of course, the emperor’s wife was also very happy. She was wearing pajamas, and she explained to me with longing eyes where to play tomorrow and what to eat. By the way, I also complained about the battery capacity of my broken mobile phone.

She is so happy, of course I am happy with her too.

But life has always been full of ups and downs, and things like extreme joy and sorrow will always happen.

So, at this time, another text message came to my mobile phone - it will rain tomorrow, and it is not recommended to travel.

In the past, not many people would respond to this text message. After all, this is Yuzhou, which is located in a plain, with a mild climate and very smooth weather. Many emperors built their capitals here... Even if there is a heavy rain, how serious can it be? ah?Will it affect my going out?

But people still have to believe in evil. After all, last month, it rained half a year in Zhengzhou...

We watched the news, silently, and looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Er..." said the sister-in-law, "...It seems that you can't go out tomorrow?"

"It's not like, it's sure."

"……All right."

In sight, the girl drooped suddenly, like a sprout that was suddenly moved under the scorching sun, and lost her energy.

I looked at her like this and didn't speak.

About 2 minutes later, I looked at the clock at 00:12, and suddenly asked: "Well... If the blockade is over, is it over now?" Click on the text message, "It said 'to be lifted tomorrow'... now it's counted It's the second day, isn't it?"

"Well, why are you asking this? Tomorrow... I can't go out again today."

"Who said that?" I jumped off the bed and opened the window, "Isn't it raining now?"

Turning around, she smiled at her, "Put on your clothes and let's go."

"... What are you going for?"

"Go out and play."

"Now? There's no one on the street."

"It's not enough to have me with you?"

My memory is pretty good, so... I remember very clearly that she should have blushed at that time.

(Although when I was writing this paragraph, someone patted my arm next to me and said, "You're not blushing, you read it wrong", but... I will never delete the above sentence.)

It's a pity that even though I said the line "Isn't it enough to accompany you?" very handsomely at the time, there was nothing exciting about the process of traveling that night.

Think about it, too, in the middle of the night, when a figure appears on the road, you don't even know if it's a man or a woman, whether it's a human or a ghost... What are you playing?Count street lights?

Not only that, when we walked on the road, it suddenly rained on our heads.

...and without an umbrella.

This directly led to the fact that when we rushed home in embarrassment, both of us were basically drenched... That wet appearance really looked more like a ghost.

But at that time, she was very happy, laughing out loud.

To be honest, I don't even know whether her laughter at that time was laughing at my embarrassment, or for something else.

However, when I asked her the question, "If you knew it would rain, would you sneak out with me?"... what I got was an answer that couldn't be firmer.

"Of course." After a pause, "but you have to bring an umbrella..."

"That's a must. Bring three, two for use and one for spare."

"No, just bring one."

"...Do you still want to play with me the plot of 'tilt the umbrella towards the other party, and then drench one of your shoulders'?"

"... I want you to take care of it! After writing [-] words, go to bed! Touching electronic equipment is prohibited today! Mobile phones will be confiscated!"

"All right, let's go..."

——This is why there are only [-] words today.

Irrelevant to the main text: Four weirdos outside the episode

(Written before the chapter: The reason for this chapter... Well, I suddenly wanted to write this, there is no other reason... Anyway, it is free, you can watch it if you want, never force...)

(Note: This chapter is purely a side story and has no connection with the main text.)

"You are one of the best in this batch of newcomers."

When Bai Yin heard these words, he thought he had appeared on the set of the Lord God Space next door.

However, the fact is that he is now in a gray space, and he is sitting in front of a tea table.

Looking around, there are three young men.

One was dressed in an embroidered python robe, with loose long hair, and looked like a prince, smiling gently.

A man was wearing a white uniform with a wrinkled collar, black hair, and a slumped face. He looked like a modern person, holding a cup in his hand, which contained a dark liquid. After sniffing, it should be coffee.

The other person's clothes are more familiar, white hair like silk, casually tied into a ponytail, and the clothes on his body are like the uniform of the countermeasures bureau.

It was the last one that Bai Yin heard just now.

Xiao Ai, are you there?

No one asked.

...some kind of spiritual illusion?But even in Elaine's dream, at least there will be pop-up windows...

"Where is this place?" Bai Yin's thoughts turned sharply, his expression remained unchanged, "Who are you?"

"Oh...it seems to belong to the kind that is not easy to communicate with." The white-haired man rubbed his chin, "Uncle Emperor, you go."

Fortunately, it's a language I can understand. From the accent, it seems to be the area in Kyoto... Uncle Emperor?Some kind of nickname?Or the surname is Huang? What is "uncle", real name?Or some kind of title?

"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand, I will come when it is difficult to communicate..."

The man in ancient costume smiled helplessly, and then, he looked this way, "First of all, let me introduce myself first, my name is Liu Bei, and my name is Xuande, if your world is related to history, you should have heard my name.

You can still maintain your vigilant attitude, which is normal, or should be appreciated... As for the authenticity of my next words, you can judge for yourself. "

"Then, you can use this place as some kind of communication platform, probably chatting, blowing water, sharing some jokes and so on... Don't worry that we will hurt you, you can try to bite your own tongue, in this space Guilty, you can't even hurt yourself."

"Finally, we still don't understand the mechanism of this space, so don't ask who created it, just take it as the evil taste of the creator."

"Oh?" Bai Yin said lightly, "Are you their leader?"

"Give up the useless provocation." On the side, the man holding the coffee said abruptly, "In front of the emperor's uncle, this kind of speech is as clumsy as a primary school student telling the teacher that he forgot to bring his homework."

Liu Bei squinted at him, and looked at Bai Yin again.