I teach kendo in Tokyo

Then, just like this, a group of people drank and chatted, and another two hours passed.

At around 12:30, Kazuma came out of the shower, and he was actually a little bit looking forward to it. He opened his bedroom with anticipation and saw that the mat was empty.

"We agreed that girls also have sex needs?" Kazuma muttered and entered the room. At this time, he still had a little bit of residual expectation: this might be Honami joking, but she was actually hiding in the closet.

Kazuma opened all the cabinets in the room, and then regretfully discovered that Honami was a future politician, not a future comedian, and she would not waste her sense of humor in such a place.

He stood in front of the open wardrobe and spent three minutes thinking about whether he should get in and surprise Honami who came to attack her at night.

Finally he decided to close the cabinet door.

The main thing is that it's too hot right now to have such a little fun.

What's more, there is a high probability that Honami will not come - Kazuma believes so.

Then he heard light footsteps behind him.

It sounded like Honami, unless Tamamo used some magic to simulate Honami's footsteps.

When Tamamo walks, it may be because she is used to the pace of the palace, so her center of gravity is further back, and her basic center of gravity is stable, which can be heard by listening to her footsteps.

Although Honami has a strict tutor, she is still not as good as the tutor of the thousand-year-old vixen, so her center of gravity keeps swinging when she walks.

Of course, compared to Hinami Rina, who only participated in the deportment training provided by the modeling agency, Honami's center of gravity is not unstable.

When Kazuma turned around, he saw Honami entering the room.

"What are you doing?" Honami looked at the various open cabinets in the room with a surprised look on her face, "Can't find anything? Are you looking for a bug?"

Kazuma scratched his head: "No, I came out after taking a shower and found you were not in the house. I thought you were playing hide and seek with me."

Honami blinked, then pointed to the open drawer next to Kazuma: "What do you mean by asking me to open the drawer? Can I hide in it?"

Kazuma: "How do you know if it can't go in without trying it? You just need to be fatter on the top and bottom. The fat parts are squeezable, so it won't go in if you stuff it in."

Honami smiled and said, "Then where do I put my legs? Where are my hands?"

Hema opened the drawer next to him: "Put it here."

"Isn't this too bizarre? Have you become a psycho after seeing too many corpses as a police officer? How about I hire a psychiatrist for you?" Honami asked as seriously as possible with a straight face.

Kazuma: "Well, actually I opened the drawer just in case I saw the entrance to the time machine. People have to have dreams."

After all, I've traveled through time myself, so it's not particularly strange to meet a Doraemon again.

Honami came over and patted Kazuma on the back: "If I had said so earlier, it would have been over. If you say you are so curious, I will have nightmares tonight all because of you!"

"It's okay. If you're going to have a nightmare, just hold me tight." Kazuma smiled.

"Are you sure? It's so hot, and there's no air conditioning here. Are you afraid of waking up from the heat at night? I heard from Chiyoko that you don't like to sweat too much after taking a shower."

Kazuma nodded, silently thinking that it's so weird that you Japanese people still have the habit of sweating after taking a shower.

Kazuma has always found it fascinating that Japanese people pursue sweating after taking a shower.

After taking a shower, my body feels smooth and refreshing, but isn’t it sticky after sweating? Isn't it uncomfortable?

Five years after traveling to Japan, Kazuma still hasn't figured this out.

Kazuma: "I really don't like sweating after taking a shower. I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

"Your idea is very close to that of Europeans and Americans, but it is not in line with Japanese habits." Honami paused and joked with a smile, "Then let's not do anything tonight. It's sticky and uncomfortable, isn't it? "

He Ma spread his hands and said, "I have no objection. It's you who is in need tonight, not me."

After all, before taking a shower, Honami was talking about how women also have needs.

Honami stood there with her hands crossed on her stomach, her arms highlighting the areas that should be highlighted just right, and just looking at Kazuma.

Kazuma directly turned on the oscillating fan, lay down on the mat, and assumed a comfortable position, looking as if he was about to fall asleep and die.

Honami smiled, she walked over to Kazuma, lay down next to Kazuma, and looked up at the ceiling.

For a moment the only sound in the room was the hum of the fan running.

Of course, with Kazuma's hearing, he could easily hear Honami's breathing and heartbeat.

Kazuma: "Your heartbeat betrays you, Representative Nanjo."

"You heard wrong, Police Department Kiryu added. The human brain sometimes uses some illusions to deceive the five senses in order to take care of self-esteem." Honami said softly.

While saying this, Kazuma heard Honami's breathing become obviously lower. The guy adjusted his breathing in order to calm his heartbeat.

"Resident Nanjo, if you don't panic, why are you adjusting your breathing?"

"Of course, it's to avoid any misunderstandings from someone who has exploded in self-confidence." Honami responded softly.

The corners of Kazuma's mouth raised slightly.

Normally, he had some undue thoughts about Honami's breasts, but now that everything was so close and within reach, he was no longer in a hurry.

Silence fell between the two of them again and lasted for several minutes. Finally, Honami couldn't hold it in anymore and asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No." Kazuma replied immediately.

"You came back so quickly, it seems you are quite sober. I can't hold on any longer. I drank a little too much tonight, and I will probably have a hangover tomorrow."

Kazuma: "Let Tamamo prepare hangover tea for you tomorrow. It's super effective. Before, Amanaka-chan almost died after drinking it. When she woke up the next day, she was rolling on the ground in pain. After drinking that tea, she got better soon."

"So magical?"

"It's so magical. But according to Tamamo, it may not be magical any time soon."

Mystery is declining, taking with it traditional medicine of all kinds. In this world, maybe taking Baigupi Pills a hundred years ago could cure edema, but it would not work in Lu Xun's time.

Honami was speechless and said: "Sometimes I really feel that the mystery should not be completely faded away, just keep a little bit."

"If you tell Tamamo this, she will pick up a naginata and fight you. They just hope that Mysterious will die so that she can become a human and grow old slowly."

"Okay, I want to give it a try. It's a bit boring to keep sparring with you." Honami said enthusiastically, "I'll ask Tamamo tomorrow and see if she can give me some advice."

Kazuma: "Go ahead, I support you. Let me tell you, she is very strong. Last time I fought with her, although it turned into a cross talk in the end, I could feel her radiance at the beginning. pressure."

"Even you can feel the pressure...she also knows how to unite her mind and body?" Honami asked curiously.

"No, she is a monster and cannot master such human skills."

"Eh? Ah, that's why she feels that she has not fully become a human now." Honami actually connected this matter with the reason why Tamamo did not become the queen of the palace.

After that, the two chatted for a while about Tamamo's "long-cherished wish", and then Honami suddenly changed the subject: "Hey, Kazuma, you know that plump girls actually hate Barr, right?"

Kazuma: "Why do you hate Baal? Because it looks like a fly?"

Honami was stunned for a moment: "What kind of fly? Um... wait, is there a demon named Baal in Christian mythology? The one who looks like a fly is Beelzebub, right?"

Kazuma: "Baal is also a fly, probably a blood relative of Beelzebub."

"It's not Hell Demon Baal," Honami waved her hand, "I mean..."

"The Yugoslav city of Bar? What mistake did this Yugoslav city make?"

Honami stretched out her hand and slapped Kazuma on the chest: "It's not a city! You know what I mean! A city in Yugoslavia, how do you know this city?"

Kazuma smiled: "I like Yugoslav movies, you know."

"Yes, I know you asked the Film Research Society of the University of Tokyo to help you find "The Bridge" and "Walter Defends Sarajevo," but I have also seen these movies, and there is no city called Bar in them."

"I did a little further reading after watching the movie."

In fact, in my previous life, when I was searching for the cultural origins of Baal on Baidu, I discovered that there was a city also called Baal.

"The students of Tokyo University are so amazing. After watching the movie and reading, I will be able to learn about cities that I may never know in my life." Honami patted Kazuma's chest again, but this time the meaning was completely different from the one just now.

She looked at the ceiling, suddenly remembered what she wanted to say at the beginning, and hurriedly punched Kazuma in the chest for the third time: "Hey! That's not what I'm talking about! You know what I'm referring to!"

"You mean the top piece of the two-piece suit." Kazuma replied in as academic a manner as possible.

"Yes! Plump girls hate these things because they are really uncomfortable."

"I know." Kazuma shrugged, the clothes on his shoulders rubbing against the mat, "I have a Chiyoko who grew up from scratch in my family. When this guy was in junior high school, he would dress like Haru at home in the summer. Pretty much, it gave me a lot of testing.”

Honami smiled and said: "What the hell, why are you so tolerant, is it Xiaoqian's fault?"

"There must be a certain connection." Kazuma could only say this.

You can't just say, "It doesn't affect the memory of me being the real master who traveled from the universe next door at all. I'm just like watching a fire from the other side", right?

Honami paused and hit Kazuma again: "You took me astray again! I just want to tell you that I am..."

"I know."

"what do you know?"

"I know what you want to tell me." When Kazuma answered, he turned his head and looked at Honami who was sleeping next to him.

Honami was wearing a men's shirt - I don't know whether Chiyoko gave her the trick or Honami thought of it herself.

The key is that the size of this shirt is too subtle.

Kazuma held out his hand.

Honami joked: "It's not easy."

"If you want to talk about cross talk or something else, you choose one." Kazuma withdrew his hand.

"No more talking, no more cross talk!" Honami said quickly, and then took the initiative to reach out and pull Kazuma's hand back.

After a while, she suddenly said: "It's strange, I'm suddenly not in a hurry now. I think it would be good for us to just chat like this and fall asleep naturally when we feel sleepy."

Kazuma: "It's good. It's more comfortable than sleeping now."

Honami chuckled.

Smiling and laughing, he fell silent.

He Ma pressed his hands hard and asked at the same time: "What's wrong? Are you asleep?"

"Yeah, I'm asleep." Honami responded in a coquettish tone.

Kazuma: "Then I'm asleep too...why are you holding my hand?"

Honami just smiled and didn't answer.

Kazuma had no choice but to give up his plan to withdraw his hand.

He likes to sleep on his side, and it's not impossible to sleep on his back, but it's a bit uneasy.

Now that he couldn't pull his hand back, Kazuma could only lie on his back.

Fortunately, I was getting drunk, and it was really late at night, so I started to feel more and more sleepy...

However, Honami asked again: "Are you asleep?"

"Soon." Kazuma responded.

Honami: "I remember that you seem to like sleeping on your side. Can't you sleep well if you don't take your hand away?"

Kazuma: "It's okay. At most, I dreamed about taking the night shift Shinkansen and dozing off on the hard-seat car."

Honami: "That won't work. This dream sounds uncomfortable. You'd better take your hand away."

As she spoke, Honami let go of her hand that had been holding Kazuma's wrist.

Kazuma: "It's okay with you?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. I'm not in the habit of being touched to sleep."

Kazuma opened his eyes and glanced at Honami.

Under the light of the room, you can clearly see the loneliness on the side of Honami's face.

Kazuma recalled what Honami said when they were drinking: "Women also have needs."

——What am I doing?

**

The next day, Kazuma heard the sound of someone entering the house while he was sleeping. He reached out and pulled out his beloved gun PPK from under the pillow. When he opened his eyes, he pointed the gun in the direction of the sound.

Chiyoko made a French military salute with both hands and shouted: "I surrender! Unlike you, I can't dodge bullets, brother! Calm down!"

Kazuma was mostly awake at this time. He turned off the pistol safety and yawned loudly: "What are you doing? I haven't enjoyed my sister's morning wake-up service in many years. Why are you free to come here today?"

"I just came to see if I should cook red beans and rice this morning." Chiyoko looked back and forth at the two people far apart on the same mat, "Uh... I don't understand, should I cook red beans and rice?" ?”

Kazuma: "Cook. The reason why we are so far apart is because of the heat."

Chiyoko was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's right, hahaha, because of Rehahaha, how come you and Tamamo are not so far apart?"

Kazuma: "Tamamo is cheating. She casts a spell on herself. The air around her is very cool, you know, so I hold her like an ice pack."

Chiyoko's eyes widened: "Is there such a thing? This is so illegal! But it doesn't matter, after our house is repaired, we can install air conditioning.

"I'm thinking about having a whole unit with both heating and cooling, but if we turn on the air conditioner in winter, we can't afford the electricity bill... After all, summer only lasts for two months, and the cold days in winter add up to four months, sometimes five months."

In Japan, it snows in November some years, and when the cherry blossoms begin to bloom in March of the following year, the weather is still terribly cold in the morning and evening.

Kazuma's kotatsu is usually put away in late March.

Chiyoko waved her hand: "No more talking, I'm going to make some red beans. Brother, please go back to sleep."

Kazuma glanced at the alarm clock, yawned and lay down again, putting the pistol with the safety off back under the pillow.

Then he turned to look at Honami. Chiyoko's noise did not wake up the sleeping beauty at all.

At this time, Kazuma suddenly noticed that Honami's eye circles were actually very heavy, and they were probably covered by makeup.

As for last night, Hema was too drunk last night and didn't pay so much attention.

It seems that the election campaign has made her worried.

Kazuma stretched out his hand and gently stroked Honami's hair: "Thank you for your hard work."