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Mochizuki tilted his head slightly and looked at the confused girl in front of him:

"I came here specifically to accompany you today."

"...accompany me?"

"Yes."

Mochizuki chuckled twice:

"You are my most important partner and a true close friend. Isn't it okay to have dinner and play games with you...?"

"...so greasy."

"So, let's have some fun!"

Seeing Kurihara Saki's expressionless words, Mochizuki felt a little embarrassed:

"Okay, okay, I won't beat around the bush - I have prepared a new song recently and sent you a demo. Can you listen to it later?"

"Row."

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Mochizuki seemed to notice the expressionless guy Kurihara Saki, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

.....So, is this white-haired girl with facial paralysis in a wheelchair nervous?

.......

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Title of the book: "I'm in prison and I just got knocked down by a bad woman!" 》

Introduction: Hui Qisen, who traveled to another world, successfully became a jailer in Sheng-Liuli Prison, and successfully became the captain candidate of the third brigade under the system's concealment of his identity.

What Hui Qisen didn't know was that this was a prison with only female guards and female prisoners, and prisoners from all over the world were held there.

"I won't give in! Unless today's breakfast is you~" said the imprisoned princess of the kingdom.

"I will definitely not be fooled by you, the majestic commander of the paladin!" said the paladin with the wings of the imprisoned demon righteously behind him.

"Xiao Huiqi~ Do you want to come in and play in the cell~? (^_-)" The tail of the succubus behind Sibel was constantly flicking.

Not only that, but the subordinates of the elves also want to give themselves to...

Seeing the actions of these people in front of him, Hui Qisen couldn't help it.

"Aberdeen system! Look at the good things you've done!"

System: "Crack! Your justice points are gone!"

57. Entry entry: "The Child I Pushed"

"...Stop gossiping."

Gently waving her hand, she wiped away the slight embarrassment on her face. The girl in the wheelchair who had been eating noodles silently also brushed her messy silver-colored long hair slightly stiffly, and said in a clear voice:

"Why do you suddenly want to release a new work recently? Is it premeditated?"

"...Can't you use more normal adjectives?"

Looking at Kurihara's mother, who had an expressionless face and always had a direct mouth in front of him, the boy couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be unhappy in his voice:

"What does it mean to have something premeditated... It's just like how difficult it is for me to come to you for dinner."

"Too."

After thinking about the distance between her home and Mochizuki's house, the girl in the wheelchair nodded slightly:

"So, it was just a whim?"

"...Barely so."

Gently picking up the salmon covered in soy sauce and mustard, savoring the aroma of fat, the boy also looked at his stepmother next door:

"I haven't seen you much in the past week. I just wanted to come and see you and talk about work."

"...Thank you for your concern."

"It's okay, it's okay, my partner, just take care of such a trivial matter——"

"Remember to wash the dishes for me."

"?"

"Steammo, don't you hold a weapon?"

"...Okay, just wash it."

Looking at the scattered small plates on the table, Mochizuki had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree to the job.

.... If you think about it optimistically, maybe this is not using me as a nanny, but just because this guy Kurihara wants to be alone for a while, right?

"Oh, by the way, I helped take out the garbage too."

.......Okay, she should still use me as a nanny.

.....but it doesn't matter anymore.

Seeing that Kurihara Saki always helped him cook, and it was really inconvenient for him to take out the trash, the young man didn't hesitate much and nodded slowly.

"...It's just taking out the trash. I'll leave it to you Brother Wangyue, Gu."

"You are so obedient. As a reward, you can watch two more 10 minutes of early childhood education films at my house - tell me, do you want to watch Teletubbies or Peppa Pig? I still have CDs here."

"I'm watching the garden baby."

"Okay, insert the CD into Mochizuki kid right away——"

"Wrong, I ordered it for little Kurihara."

While speaking calmly, Mochizuki pointed to Kurihara Saki's closed boudoir door without changing his expression, and his voice was as low as the whisper of an ancient god:

"Don't think I don't remember that you still have Makabaka and Usidisi's dolls in your room - you always kidnap the garden baby when you make a joke. Is that actually because you usually look at them secretly?"

"......Eh?"

After hearing what Mochizuki said, Kurihara Saki's always strategizing expression froze for an instant.

For a while.

A faint blush dyed the wheelchair girl's snow-white cheeks:

"What weird things are you talking about... I'm 16 years old, how can I watch early education movies?"

"...Do you dare to swear that you really don't look at it?"

"Of course I dare."

"Okay - once the room is opened, I bet there is a Macabaka in your room."

"...It is very rude to break into the room of a girl of your own age, Mochizuki-kun."

"Didn't you say that you are an elder? The eldest sister who was born three days before me - oh, by the way, the eldest sister probably doesn't watch early education movies. After all, you are a mature and stable adult."

After deliberately imitating Kurihara Saki's accent, Mochizuki's voice sounded like the governor of the East Factory.

And it was after Mochizuki's words that the girl in the wheelchair, who had always been expressionless, felt shy and anxious at the moment:

"What do you mean...three days is only 72 hours, it can even be regarded as an error!"

"is it?"

"That's right! Three days doesn't even comply with the rounding principle. I'm not your sister, so it's natural to watch early childhood education movies - well, wait a minute, that's not what I meant... !I’m not watching Garden Babies!”

Only then did she realize that she had stepped into a pit. The girl in the wheelchair was shaking all over, and her usually calm expression finally had a hint of factorization——

As a result, the always kind adoptive mother began to change her normal state and looked at Mochizuki angrily:

"You actually dug a hole for me?"

"Dig a hole? Who dug a hole?"

Mochizuki scratched his head and asked a question:

"I do not know."

"If you don't know, you will suffer——"

"Shh, girls are not allowed to speak hidden words."

".......whispering sound."

It was extremely rare to be held in the palm of the hand by the boy next door who was no different from the elementary school boy. The white-haired stepmother in the wheelchair couldn't help holding her forehead, with an extremely embarrassed expression.

".......Hate you."

After muttering such words, realizing that she was being killed by Mochizuki Ri today, Kurihara's mother had no choice but to hang her head and grab the fried noodles:

"It's boring. From now on, I'll just cook instant noodles for you if you come to eat."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's cooked by you, it will be delicious."

".......roll."

Pouring her lips in feigned dissatisfaction and sucking the last mouthful of noodles, Kurihara's mother arranged her chopsticks, gently held her chin, and looked at Mochizuki with a villainous expression on her face with black lines on her face:

"Okay... we've almost finished our meal - the chat session is over, it's time to talk about your new song, right?"

Although the dinner time is always mixed with the withdrawal of subjects, as one of the sloth fish, Kurihara Saki is still very concerned about the boy's singing career:

"So, what is the style of your new song? Tell me in advance and prepare me mentally."

That's it.

It seemed like she was reminded of Mochizuki's last song release, which directly put herself in a rather embarrassing situation... The girl in the wheelchair, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but change her expression slightly, and her voice also showed a hint of concern:

"It won't be that kind of psychedelic song that's as melodious as a love song... If you sing with that magnetic voice, I will definitely hit you hard with my wheel. Your feet."

"...Don't worry, it won't be that kind of song."

Perhaps it was because he remembered that he lost a bet with Kurihara Saki in the past and was forced to be a nanny for a week... Mochizuki was also frightened and spoke solemnly:

"Don't worry, the new song this time is very good. It is guaranteed to have the original depressing flavor."

"...causing depression?"

Hearing Mochizuki's words, Kurihara Saki, who had been listening silently, couldn't help but frown slightly, with a hint of concern in his bright red eyes:

"Didn't you keep saying that you wanted to transform and become a warrior of love? Why did you suddenly go back to that path?"

"...Well, there's a reason for that."

Faced with the questioning from the adoptive mother next door, Mochizuki shrugged helplessly:

"Honestly, this single is just the promotion song for my new comic that is about to enter the competition..."

"......?"

After hearing what Mochizuki said, Kurihara Saki, who was still barely calm, was now completely filled with question marks.

"...Comic promotion song? Seriously?"

"Of course I'm serious - I want to participate in the Shōnen Jump comic contest, and I'll have to vote on the Internet. Isn't it normal to use all means to increase attention?"

"...It's really your fault for doing such a ruthless job at the beginning."

Looking at the confident young man in front of him, Kurihara Saki's eyes softened a lot even though his words were difficult.

As if she was a little curious, this silver-haired girl, who had always been serious about words and taciturn when going out, also pondered briefly and slowly asked:

"...So, you keep asking me to help you create a promotional song, but I have never seen your new comic."

Gently wiping the oil stains on the corner of her mouth, the girl moved gently, but her bright red eyes secretly looked at the boy:

"It's a bit difficult to ask me to arrange the music without knowing the original work——"

"Don't worry."

Mochizuki nodded slightly, and took out a completed first draft of the comic from the bag on the sofa as if he was prepared:

"I have already printed the first comic - don't worry, besides the author, you are the first reader."