Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Her heels were pounding on the asphalt.

Suddenly, something in the line of sight distorted.

He saw Aoi Tojo standing not far away, and suddenly grinned at him.Many small pupils grew in her eye sockets, her hair grew longer and longer, and sores appeared on her entire face, and white fungi swarmed out from each sore.

The next second, the overwhelming black hair blurred his vision.

Tamura Tatsuya rubbed his eyes.

On the street at night, there are still pedestrians in a hurry.

Not far away, two women chatted while laughing, strolling around with strollers.

Above the head, the dazzling large LED screen is still playing a female star's skin care product advertisement tirelessly.

"What's wrong? Mr. Tamura?"

Aoi Tojo raised her head from bottom to top, her big apricot eyes blinked, and she looked at Tamura Tatsuya suspiciously.

She put her hands behind her back and stood in front of her driver.

Too tired lately.

As you get older, you are not as energetic as young people.

"No, it's nothing... let's go. Miss, it's too late."

Tamura, who secretly murmured, skillfully opened the car door and straightened his tie.After Aoi Tojo was seated, he took small steps and ran into the cab.

Tokyo at night is bustling like daytime, and cars pass by leisurely between the rising and setting of the sun.

"By the way, Mr. Tamura won't tell my father about what he sent me out today, right?"

Aoi Tojo in the rear-view mirror earnestly touched the makeup mirror and asked absentmindedly.

"Hahaha, of course not. I never said that, Miss Tojo. I am the most reliable Tamura. Otherwise, why did you choose me as your driver?"

Is this what it feels like to "see through"?

"Of course it's because you've always kept a secret for me." Tojo Aoi thought, closing the vanity mirror with a 'smack', folded her hands on her lap, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"So, Mr. Tamura is really a reliable driver."

"Of course! Don't rely on you to live in the future... Don't worry, Miss Tojo. To tell you the truth, if we were in the Warring States period, we could be considered close ministers, guys who exist exclusively to keep secrets from the Lord."

Tamura Tatsuya slapped the steering wheel with a 'bang bang', and the Rolls-Royce still moved forward slowly and steadily during the slap.

"Hehe, my close minister, please keep your secrets for me. No matter what period of time, the betrayal will not end well..."

Tamura Tatsuya also shuddered, and subconsciously raised his eyes to the rearview mirror.

Aoi Tojo sat in a standard posture, with her hands flat on her knees—just like the ones he'd been trained to do before.

The girl kept turning her head to watch the scenery passing by the window, and the colorful street lamps were printed on the delicate side face.

She seemed to be just chatting sentence after sentence.

"Ha, ha, of course! If I betray you, I'd be willing to die in this car and become a ghost who will continue to follow you and make amends for you forever! This is my realization!"

"Dare to say that in a Rolls-Royce."

"Well, this is something that many office workers can't do in their entire lives." Tamura Tatsuya proudly looked at Honda who was overtaking his car, and said casually, "Low-level car."

"That's true."

Finding that Aoi Tojo had no desire to continue speaking, the driver also drove the car silently and slowly drove towards Tojo's house.

————Eri pear is distressed————

"so?"

"So, I decided to help Yuesha!"

Eiri was holding her coffee with huge black-rimmed glasses, her face full of seriousness.

Sayuri Sawamura was not surprised by the mentally retarded words her daughter said.

As a woman, she couldn't know exactly what the 'problem' was with that child—she often came to the house as a guest, and Sayuri, who was a 'young man', could understand at a glance.

'Limb phobia'?Are you so scared that your ears are red?

Sawamura Sayuri was dumbfounded. The thing she gave birth to was cramping from time to time, and her thinking approached a single thread. Apart from her talent for drawing, she really didn't know anything about it.

She thought of the boy named An Yi Lun again, and felt even more burdened.

"Ugh."

Hearing her mother's sigh, Ying Lili raised her head with her messy blond hair: "Mom also thinks it's a pity, right? Sa-chan is gradually embarking on the road of a famous cartoonist, how can she be dragged down by this kind of disease?"

"The signing ceremony—even daily life, it shouldn't be able to go on normally. Right? Does mom know a psychiatrist?"

She shook her phone: "Although there are some explanations and treatment plans on the Internet, you still need to find a professional doctor."

Sayuri Sawamura: If I knew you, I would ask you to check your IQ first.

"That child shouldn't have such a problem." Sayuri tugged at the sleeve of her bathrobe: "I'll talk to her next time I'm a guest, um... Yingri is mistaken."

The blonde swayed in a mess: "Impossible, I've observed it many times. Today I deliberately hugged her... Sure enough! She immediately felt uncomfortable!"

Is that uncomfortable...that's...

(.oˇ?ˇo.)

Sawamura Sayuri covered her face, feeling that she was sweating again after taking a shower.

"In short, my mother is more experienced in this matter." She didn't want to make the topic more and more biased: "Next time Yuesha comes to the house, I will chat with her, okay? If it is really uncomfortable, my mother knows A lot of doctors."

Ying Lili was satisfied with this.

Mother and father know so many people, they will definitely find a way to help Sa-chan.

Chapter 29 Chapter 29 The Worries of Aoyama and Seven Seas

"Sincerely 160 yen."

The cash register jingled and jingled.

Moriyuesha took Coke and paid the money, and didn't leave.She stood in front of the girl who was collecting the money as if she was stubborn and winked at her with a smile.

Qingshan Qihai looked around, leaned out, and whispered to the girl to wait at the door.

Seeing that the surrounding guests showed signs of coming over, Mori Yuesha pursed the corner of her snickering mouth, shook her hand, and turned her head out of the convenience store.The big waves hanging behind him swayed, smelling of some kind of plant stem.

This woman, really, if he were a boy, he would definitely be fascinated by her, right?

Qingshan Qihai looked at her back.

Her name is Sen Yuesha.

Before, I made up my mind, left my hometown resolutely, went to Tokyo alone, and worked hard with the goal of becoming a seiyuu.

And her acquaintance with Moriyuesha came from an accidental robbery.

——It can’t be considered a coincidence. After all, working here, Qingshan Qihai has seen too many idle gangsters.

At that time, the girl kicked the robber with a neat kick, and picked up her wallet and keys like nothing else.When he handed it over, he winked at her.

She and Moriyukisha became friends after this wonderful incident.

During that time, I couldn't rent a very good house with the money I earned from my part-time job, and I had to pay for travel and three meals a day. It was very difficult.

Occasionally, when chatting, she would pour bitterness on this gentle girl, complaining about her bitterness and helplessness, hard work and hard work, and so on.

'what?That's it.Xiao Qihai, I happen to have a small house that no one lives in. '

'You know I'm a mess and don't want to clean up my room. '

'If it was Nanami, it would definitely not be as sloppy as me.Just live in my house!When you have nothing to do, help me clean the room, it will be regarded as rent! '

'It's a tiny house anyway. '

Qingshan Qihai is very grateful to Moriyuesha for her help—she thought it was a small single room in a remote suburb, and she even bought a lot of disinfectant and floor cloths to bring along.

Get ready to go big.

As a result, after arriving, I found out that it was simply a large flat in the bustling downtown area...

Tiny room?

Are you a princess from Versailles?

Later, the money that he forcibly gave her was also changed by her, and she replaced it with food and daily necessities, and returned it to herself without a trace.

...and later, the time we have known each other is getting longer and longer, and Qingshan Qihai also has a deeper and deeper understanding of Moriyuesha - why don't you like to clean up the room, it's a mess.

Are you serious?

Mingming is a good cook, has a strong storage and management ability, and is also a painter.

This guy, in order to help himself, is afraid that he will be ugly, and he really tells all kinds of lies.

...like a rapper can say anything just to rhyme.

~(?~`)~

"Hey! What are you thinking? Come out."

Sen Yuesha's head came back from the door again, and she waved playfully at Qingshan Qihai who was in a daze, motioning her to hurry up.

Qingshan Qihai quickly greeted his colleagues next to him, took off his hat and chased out.

Mori Yuesha was sitting on a bench not far from the convenience store, with a large box beside her.

"Here."

The gift is a delicate red microphone.

"Sure enough, you heard it back then..."

This is the gift I've wanted for a long time.

When I was saving money before, I deliberately calculated how far away I could buy this limited-edition microphone.

Sure enough, Moriyuesha knew it.

Moriyuesha pointed to her ears: "I hear you. Nanami is practicing at home. How is it, have you been successful recently?"

Qingshan Qihai pursed his lips and shook his head: "Not yet..."