This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

After school--

Beichuan Temple first sent a text message to Eri Kitagawa and Mika Nakajima that he might go back later, then he took his schoolbag and walked to the nearby commercial street.

In fact, he had never visited Beichuan Temple, a commercial street here, so he didn't know if there were any good food stores here.

However, considering that it is relatively close to Kamiya's house and shopping is very convenient, Beichuan Temple didn't go back to the commercial street beside his house to buy things.

While walking, Beichuan Temple called Mirai Kamiya: "Hello? Mirai?"

"Uh... Temple Monarch?" The voice of Mirai Kamiya on the other side of the phone was a little pleasantly surprised, and then a little surprised: "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to visit, is it convenient for you?" Beichuan Temple asked.

"Huh?...Visiting? I don't care...But Temple-kun, I have a cold right now. If I catch it from you..."

There is a sense of lack of energy in Shen Gu's future words, and it seems that he may indeed be seriously ill.

"I'll be right over." Beichuan Temple said this in a flat tone, and hung up the phone regardless of whether Shengu Mirai agreed or disagreed.

Anyway, this little girl will definitely pull him to chat, which is not good for her health.

It's better to wait for Beichuan Temple to pass by later, and have something to say in person.

As soon as he hung up the phone, there was a rustling voice behind him, followed by a familiar weak voice: "Bei, classmate Beichuan!"

Beichuan Temple stopped and looked back.

I saw Hitomi Asamiya with short hair trotting over here.

Part of her original long straight hair has been cut off, and the short hair gives people a fresh and hearty feeling, and the too long bangs have also been taken care of neatly, the gloomy feeling is swept away, and the whole person looks A lot more lively.

"Bei, Kitagawa-san! Afternoon...afternoon—ah!!!"

Hitomi Asamiya didn't run fast, but her stride was very fine and fast. She lost control of her speed and her little head was about to hit Beichuan Temple's chest——

"Student Asamiya, good afternoon." When Hitomi Asamiya was about to bump into him, Beichuan Temple quickly stabilized him with his eyes and hands, and responded without changing his expression.

Hitomi Asamiya's hands and feet stiffened all of a sudden, she looked at Beichuan Temple, her face turned red in an instant, her mouth twitched as if she was dancing: "Xia Xia Xia Xia good afternoon! Bei Chuan classmate!"

Then she came to her senses, her face flushed red, she kept stepping backwards, apologizing desperately to Beichuan Temple as she backed up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My problem! I'm bothering classmate Beichuan again! I'm really sorry!"

Snapped--

Hitomi Asamiya bumped into a pedestrian in a daze.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I caused you trouble!"

"..." Beichuan Temple simply pulled Hitomi Asamiya over, looked at her still flushed face, and asked, "Has Classmate Asamiya been following me?"

From the very beginning, he felt that someone was looking at him behind his back. He thought it was some bad students who were going to compete for the title of "Bunkyo District's No. 1 Bad Boss", but he didn't expect it to be Hitomi Asamiya.

After hearing this, Hitomi Asamiya's recovered face flushed red again.

She nodded first, then shook her head hastily. No one who saw this helpless look could understand.

Beichuan Temple did not continue to press, but just looked at Hitomi Asamiya, waiting for Hitomi Asamiya to tell the reason.

Hitomi Asamiya has indeed changed a lot.

From being isolated due to bad luck at the beginning, to now trying to keep myself in step with others...

I changed my hairstyle and bought some little girl's jewelry. I don't know how much more natural and sunny the whole person looks than before.

This is actually pretty good.

only--

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Hitomi Asamiya was even more at a loss, her palm was shaking in front of her chest, and it took a long time before she could hold back a simple answer:

"Um."

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple was puzzled.

"Ah—it's not like that! I just... just happened to see Beichuan student walking this way..." Asamiya Hitomi coughed dryly, then pointed to the commercial street in front of her, her voice became more and more Yue Low: "I'm actually going this way too...Because Beichuan is coming, so I followed behind Beichuan. Just now I thought it was not good, so I wanted to say hello."

Her big ethereal and clear eyes accidentally lifted up, their pupils sparkling, seeing that Beichuan Temple was still looking at her, she hurriedly lowered her head again, her neck turned red.

Hitomi Asamiya was actually very annoyed.

In fact, she has long been able to have simple conversations in front of others, but only when she faces Beichuan Temple, she will feel that her heart will beat faster, her hands will sweat, and her tone will become stammered. Face to face with Beichuan Temple.

In school, she has seen Beichuan Temple many times.

But getting her to go up to say hello is more difficult than reaching the sky.

It's not out of fear or worrying about other people's gossip.

Hitomi Asamiya simply did not dare to approach Beichuan Temple.

She felt that she was like a small flame, and Beichuan Temple was an iceberg... as long as it was pasted on it, it would be extinguished immediately.

Asamiya Hitomi didn't want this, really really didn't want this.

So she has been working hard in her own way.

"Are you going this way too? Are you here for business?" Beichuan Temple turned his black eyes sideways after hearing Asamiya Hitomi's words.

He was a little curious.

A rich little girl like Asamiya Hitomi should not come to this kind of commercial street that mainly sells ingredients. After all, her family is very rich, so she doesn't need to cook by herself at all.

"I work here." Hitomi Asamiya replied shyly.

"Part-time job?" Beichuan Temple was even more puzzled: "Your family asked you to come here so soon to familiarize yourself with the family business?"

"No, no! Just start from the bottom of the shop assistant! Because, because... Beichuan-student... you should also know that I have communication barriers. I want to use this part-time job opportunity...to improve myself .I can't be so useless anymore."

Hitomi Asamiya clenched her hands tightly, her body trembling slightly.

In fact, she is still working in a chain supermarket belonging to Asamiya's family. Other employees know her identity, and everyone will subconsciously help her a little. For those employees who have helped, Hitomi Asamiya is actually very Thank you.

Now is the time to test the results of your part-time work!

Hitomi Asamiya raised her head desperately, trying to look directly at Beichuan Temple's face, but in the end her gaze could only stop below two-thirds of Beichuan Temple's face, and she dared not continue to look up.

Seeing Hitomi Asamiya working so hard, Bei Chuanji calmed down a little: "Then I wish you success, Asamiya-san."

"I, I will work hard!" Hitomi Asamiya replied loudly.

This was the first time she spoke to Beichuan Temple so loudly.

As soon as she spoke in such a tone, her face turned red at an alarming rate.

It still seems too shy.

Hitomi Asamiya bowed to Kitagawa Temple stiffly.

Then the whole person wanted to bury his head in the ground and trot forward.

Looking at the back of the other party going away, Beichuan Temple sighed a little.

It was impossible for Hitomi Asamiya to speak so loudly at least three months ago.

Every time he talked to Hitomi Asamiya, Beichuan Temple had to carefully consider his tone, for fear of scaring this little girl who was easily frightened like a hamster to death.

It's different now.

Hamsters have also grown up.

So--

"When will my Eri grow up?" Beichuan Temple couldn't help thinking about this question.

However, after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with an answer, so he had no choice but to throw this idea out of his mind and walked towards the interior of the commercial street.

 …

Beichuan Temple is coming!

This is the first message that Shengu Mirai receives.

I can't just lie down like this!

This is the second message that Shengu Mirai received.

"My house shouldn't look so messy, right?" Shen Gulai touched up from the bed, took a sip of water and glanced at his room.

Her room has a very simple black and white style, with a light gray carpet on the floor, and a black and white square wall next to the computer.

Going further outside is the external balcony, where there are some small plants and small potted plants she likes.

Normally, Shengu will go to water in the future, but this time the cold is really serious, so she has to temporarily put those small plants on hold.

"My room is quite clean..." Shengu Future touched his head, coughed violently twice, dragged on the white rabbit slippers, walked to the door with a pale face and looked down.

The living room hasn't changed.

She hasn't had a cold for the past two days, only a few bowls and plates in the sink.

"Does the Monarch think that I don't pay attention to hygiene?" She touched it slowly, only feeling sore all over, and there was an unspeakable uncomfortable feeling in her bones.

call--

She let out a heavy breath, and then looked at the dishes in the sink, realizing that she couldn't wash them anymore.

"It's better not to trouble the temple master."

Kamiya shrank his neck in the future, feeling that his current state was not right, and his usually easy-to-use mind was also groggy, and most of the things he thought about were things that were not there.

She returned to her room, unscrewed the door of her balcony, and then took a sip of hot water contentedly and lay down.

Sleep for a while...Sleep for a while and the temple master will come...

She leaned on the bed and closed her eyes in a daze.

Shengu Mirai seemed to hear a few more greetings from young people in the future, and the voices gradually faded away, and she didn't care about it anymore, and fell asleep in a relaxed state.

It was night when she woke up again.

Seven twenty-three p.m.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice rang in my ear.

The overly familiar voice forced Shengu to open his eyes in the future, and turned his little head slightly to the side of the bed, as if he wanted to get up.

"You should lie down." Beichuan Temple held down Mirai Kamiya, looked at her pale face, and said unchanged: "When I came here, you were already dead asleep. I took your temperature just now, and it was 39°C , the heat has not subsided."

When he came over, he rang the doorbell and no one answered. After waiting downstairs for a while, he turned directly to the balcony.

At that time, Kamiya Mirai's cold was already very serious. Whether he called Kamiya Mirai or pushed Kamiya Mirai, the little girl didn't respond at all.

Originally, Beichuan Temple planned to give her a cold compress and send her to the hospital, but what he didn't expect was that after a little cold compress, Shengu Mirai's body temperature dropped again.

After Beichuan Temple felt relieved, he went down to cook the porridge, and just after it was ready, he heard movement upstairs, and then saw Kamiya Mirai open his eyes.

"Temple Monarch..." Kamiya Mirai opened his mouth.

Beichuan Temple comprehended and handed over the thermos bottle.

Seeing her face softened a lot after drinking the warm water, Beichuan Temple briskly took out a tissue and wiped the water-stained corners of Shengu Mirai's mouth.

ahem——

Kamiya Mirai couldn't help coughing twice.

It was the first time for her to enjoy such an imperial level of enjoyment.

You know, it is impossible for Beichuan Temple to make such a move.

"When I came over, I saw that part of your quilt was pulled to the ground. What did you do when you got out of bed halfway?" Beichuan Temple said while bringing over the steaming polenta.

He didn't know what girls like to eat more at this time, so he made a sweet porridge.

"What did you do when you got out of bed...?" Shengu Mirai's face froze, and he said weakly; "Didn't you do anything...?"

If Beichuan Temple knew that he got out of bed just to wash a few dishes and his cold worsened, he would probably be scolded by Beichuan Temple again?

The point is that that's too off-line, too.

I didn't wash the dishes, but made my body worse.

Seeing her sipping porridge, Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning: "You didn't make it like this to go downstairs to wash those bowls, did you?"

In the future, the little girl Shen Gu might really do such a thing.

"..." Kamiya Mirai.

Kamiya Mirai turned his eyes away, not daring to look at Beichuan Temple.

"You were afraid that I would think you were dirty, so you wanted to go downstairs to wash the dishes, but when you walked halfway and found that you were exhausted, you went upstairs and lay down again. But the distance down the stairs took a lot of energy from you. Your cold got worse, and then I came to your house?"

Don't you already know this?

Mirai Kamiya muttered to himself while sipping the thick polenta.

Now she is really more and more suspicious that Beichuan Temple has mind reading skills, otherwise how could she figure out her routine so easily?

However, the porridge cooked by Beichuan Temple is really good, and some small oats seem to be added in it.

Seeing that Kamiya Mirai did not reply now, Beichuan Temple looked at her pale face, thought for a moment and said: "You have a serious cold now, so I won't bother you with anything. But after your cold is over, this I'll have a good talk with you about it."

Cough cough cough! ! !

Kamiya Mirai, who was still drinking polenta, raised his head with a dazed expression:

"Wait... Monarch Si, I haven't admitted it yet."

"Is that the case?" Beichuan Temple asked back.

"Yes!" Kamiya Mirai puffed up his chest and answered seriously.

Beichuan Temple's expression remained unchanged: "I'll teach you a lesson when you recover from your cold."

"...Okay." Shen Gu future shrank his head, and took another mouthful of porridge.

Well, this porridge is really delicious.