Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Nakajima Saki walked in leisurely with the two girls.

They watched at the door for a while, until only Hayami Zhenrei was left in the class.

Well, Miss Lezi is waiting for me.

Hayami Jinri is still the same in the morning, messy hair and old clothes.At this moment, she was using a fork to pick up a potato in a lunch box - there were only two potatoes in it, a few small pieces of vegetables, and the old lunch box contained more than a child could not eat enough for lunch.

Her saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, and at the same time as "sucking and sucking", it was mixed with potato residues, and the saliva just seeped into the neckline of Hayami Zhenli little by little.

It's a mess.

After Nakashima Shahi came in, he saw this scene.

She gave the girl a disgusted look, then turned around, and winked quietly at her two little followers—

Follower, in the world of Nakajima Shahi, is a relatively important word.

It is often used by students who are willing to obey their orders after seeing themselves and the rich family behind them.

At this time, the two attendants showed embarrassment.

"Hurry up, bring it quickly, don't you think it's interesting?"

She urged, calling the names of the two girls: "I said, didn't you agree just now?"

"Teacher... the teacher will find out." One of the short-haired girls seemed to want to get cold feet. She didn't want to be invited by her parents just after entering school.

"Of course not. Even if you find out, why don't you push it to me?"

Nakajima Sahi didn't care, she went to the door and closed it, and when she turned back, she walked up to Hayami Marei and fiddled with her hair casually: "Even if she is a fool, she is not so sloppy, right?"

Seeing that Zhenli was like a wooden man, with a potato in his mouth, he lowered his head in a daze.

"Look, are you alright?"

Nakajima Saki showed his results to the two followers, and he also used his hand to pick up Marei Hayami's hair and flick it around, like playing with a pet on a leash.

The girl felt the pain, and her voice was intermittent: "Hair, not stupid."

Nakajima Shahi shook his hands in disgust, sat down on Mori Yuesha's seat with his mouth pouted, and reached out to take the things handed by his followers——

It was a sheet of feminine items.

I don't know who used it, but there is a lot of wet blood on this long white cotton towel, and the sticky stuff is gradually oozing down.

Nakajima Shahi held one end, carefully placed it on the table, crossed his hands, and patted Hayami Marei's face: "Fool, does it mean that your parents don't like you?"

Zaojian Zhenli looked over with blank eyes: "... like?"

Nakajima Shahi quietly lowered her voice, her tone full of temptation: "He definitely doesn't like you. Look, you are not beautiful at all."

"Who would like a child who is not beautiful?"

Seeing Zhenli's long and narrow eyes that were lifeless and dull, she anxiously scratched her hair, and her hands were at a loss, as if if she didn't find something for them to do and find a place to stay, she would become very conspicuous Like getting in the way.

Like an ADHD patient, she raised and lowered her arms irregularly: "What should I do, Zhenli is not pretty... not pretty... Mom likes... doesn't like..."

Saki Nakajima snapped his fingers, "So, I'm here to help you."

The girl took out an eyeliner brush from her exquisite cosmetic bag, held it in her hand, and raised her head.

"Please take good care of me. I won't help you after lunch break," she said.

Seeing that Zhenli was in a hurry, she wanted to grab Saki Nakajima's arm, but she was a little timid.

After hesitating for a long time without daring to advance or retreat, he only tapped the back of Nakajima Shahi's hand a few times with his fingers——

His eyes were full of flattery and pleading.

"beg……"

"Remember, you asked me."

Nakajima Saki had a smirk on her face, and the upturned eyes were more in line with her current mood.Turning around, she waved to the two attendants to come over.

Then, one person held up the mobile phone, and the other handed the tool beside him.

Sahiro Nakajima plunged the eyeliner brush into the wet dark blood in the center of the cotton towel, and swirled in it like an unfilled pen and ink.

A strange smell came out.

Then, the brush full of black blood was wiped on the face of Hayami Zhenli.

Chapter 138 Chapter 12 Mom and Eggplant

When Mori Yuesha came back, Hayami Zhenrei was the only one in the class.

She looked at each other in surprise.

A black and red face covered the corners of the eyes and mouth, straight from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose, to the chin.

In the morning, Zhenli's face seemed to have been graffitied by a passing art practitioner-there were two circles on his cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Sen Yuesha walked over quickly: "Did you draw this yourself, or who? Who touched you?"

In the morning, Zhenli raised her head, her face was covered with blood: "Is Zhenli beautiful?"

Mori Yuesha took a deep breath and said with emphasis: "Who drew this?"

The girl's unfocused pupils looked randomly, she didn't get the answer to the question, and she couldn't give the answer Mori Yuesha wanted.

There were only the two of them in the class looking at each other quietly.

"I don't know, I forgot, kind hearted sister!"

Mori Yuesha took Zao Zhenli's hand and went to the toilet.

She messed up the other person's hair as much as possible to cover the upper part of her face, and then took out a tissue to let her cover the lower part.

"Come with me, Zhenli."

Fortunately, there was no one in the toilet at this time.

Mori Yuesha asked Zhenli to lie down by the pool in the morning—maybe it took too long, the blood on Zhenli's face had gradually condensed into thin scabs, and it would be very painful if she tried hard.

Mori Yuesha had no choice but to scoop up a handful of water, wet the paper towel, and gently wipe off the girl bit by bit.

The large blood scabs were easily removed, leaving only a small part with shallow marks.

"Stand up straight, yes, don't move."

Fuzheng saw Zhenli early, face to face, and she continued to clean up carefully.

In Hayami Mare's field of vision, this gentle girl was looking at herself intently and tenderly.

Her black hair was scattered on both sides, and was brushed behind the ears by the girl early on.

A thin silver chain hangs from the left ear, with emerald green hanging from it.

Seeing Zhenli in the early morning, he stared at Mori Yuesha's eyes and opened his mouth.

"Mother?"

Sen Yuesha's hand stopped, with a look of surprise.

"What did you say?"

Seeing Zhenli's stagnant pupils earlier, there was a sudden wave of waves. In an instant, Mori Yuesha almost thought she was a normal person.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

She yelled, and couldn't stop yelling, tears emerged from the corners of her eyes, rolled down her cheeks, and fell onto Sen Yuesha's tissue.

"Mother?"

Sen Yuesha looked at the girl for a while, then suddenly smiled, and reached out to pat her on the head: "It's me."

…………

This matter is still nothing.

Mori Yuesha went to see Shizuka Hiratsuka, but the monitoring equipment in the classroom had long been broken, so this way was impossible.

Then, she quietly let Hayami Zhenli see every girl in the class...

She forgot who it was again.

Ugh.

Sen Yuesha was a little helpless, so she had to tell her compulsively: "Starting tomorrow, eat with me at noon every day."

The girl opened her mouth blankly: "Eat...food. Mom?"

"That's right, Zai Zai, eat with mother every day, understand? Follow me inseparably."

When I saw Zhenli early, I didn't know if I understood or not, so I just nodded foolishly.

"Don't let me know which bastard it is..."

Mumbling and swearing, Mori Yuesha took out a small comb from her schoolbag to help Hayami Marei tidy her hair, looked left and right, and after she was not satisfied, she took out a light golden hairpin and pinned it to her on the head.

"Well, it looks much better."

"Gift, take it well."

Hayami Jinrei is the kind of child who doesn't make too much trouble. Patients with the same symptoms are usually accompanied by mania, yelling, and even more or less aggressiveness.

The girl was quite able to sit still.

It's just that no matter who the teacher on the podium is or what she said, she always lowered her head and stared blankly at Sen Yuesha in front of her.

……

After school, after delivering Hayami Masai, Mori Tsukisa and Yuno stopped by to buy ingredients for dinner.

In other words, since my wife moved in, Mori Yuesha's familiarity with the supermarket has been visibly reduced every day.A while ago, I could vaguely remember the specific locations of the two categories of meat and vegetables, but later, I could only remember the direction of the cashier.

——Later, she was dragged by my wife Yuno to wander around the supermarket like a dummy who lost her soul.

On the contrary, the other party seems to have absorbed the part of Mori Yuesha's lost soul. After quickly familiarizing herself with the environment, she began to be the master of the house, leading the girl around with ease, taking care of her like a child who couldn't take care of herself.

Mori Yuesha, a strong and independent woman in the new era who came out of an orphanage, was raised by my wife Yuno in the name of her family (husband?) in just one or two months. And I didn't resist at all.

From the looks of it, both of them had a lot of fun.

"Radish radish radish..."

On the four or five rows of wooden counters, there are fresh vegetables of the day.