Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

My wife Yuna suddenly laughed awkwardly, the corners of her mouth grinned open, revealing her neat teeth, but she was even more chilled in the sun: "Yuesha is troubled by you again..."

"I'll cut you and your friend's head... off!"

"Cut down!!"

My wife Yuno giggled, her fingers twisted irregularly, and the other one was still tugging at her skirt, trying her best to restrain a certain impulse in her heart.

Shizuo Hiratsuka opened his mouth wide, and subconsciously pressed against the door, trying to keep his body away from my wife Yuno.

She wanted to yell at the young girl, to reply to the childish threat - 'Who would be afraid?Are you going to chop chop and try it out? ! '

But Shizuo Hiratsuka's throat seemed to be pinched by something, which could only allow airflow to pass, but couldn't utter any complete words.

That terrifying aura, as if the next moment, she would be chopped off by the girl in front of her with a giant axe.

She gasped in a hoarse voice, her chest heaving.

Where did this feeling come from?

At this time, the girl opposite had already readjusted to an elegant and modest posture. She bowed deeply to Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was speechless, and the corner of her mouth raised a huge margin, but there was no smile at all.

"Goodbye, Shizuo Hiratsuka... Teacher, teacher."

The girl turned around, flung her pink hair and left, leaving behind Shizuo Hiratsuka, who was beside the sports car in shock.

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"Are things packed?"

Mori Yuesha wrapped her fingers around her hair and asked casually.

Arya nodded: "Don't need anything else. I've thought about it for a long time. Now that Xiaosha is ready, throw away those shabby things. The important ones are already packed, and they can come over at any time."

Mori Yuesha took out the phone and dialed, and said a few words.

Arya stared thoughtfully at the door and muttered to herself, "That girl is very possessive."

"What?" Mori Yuesha turned her ears.

Arya hesitated again and again, and asked sideways: "It's nothing. That child Yuno... What do you think?"

Mori Yuesa answered the moving company on the other end of the phone, and after confirming with them that this side was ready, she put down the phone.

"What? What happened to Yuno?"

Arya repeated: "I said, Yuno that child."

"What do you think?"

Moriyuesha wanted to make a joke, but was interrupted by the old man's continued words: "I'm talking about opinions, don't tell me anything like 'watch while bathing', you, you can let it go now. That child Some psychological trauma?"

"Yeah. However, Yuno is very good. She has been taking care of me all these days. Although I have been taking care of others since I was a child, I have experienced this time-I have to say that it feels really good to be taken care of. "

Sen Yuesha nodded, stood up and took out a box of snacks from the drawer beside Arya, took out a chocolate bar and put it in her mouth, holding her face in her right palm, and the snack bar was upturned in her mouth.

Alia's lips twitched, and she changed her expression with a complicated expression: "You and Yuno...cough. Get along well."

Mori Yuesha glanced at Alia strangely: "You get along very well? What's wrong with grandma?"

Arya was speechless.

Looking at the girl who grew up, she seemed to be frighteningly weak in some places.

"Tojo... the one from the family, was she the one who took the initiative to chase after you?"

Sen Yuesha nodded.

Knew it.

Arya understood.

"Actually, Yuno's child treated you-"

Suddenly, the sound of stomping feet interrupted the mystery that the old man was about to uncover.

"Grandma Arya, let me help you pack up!"

My wife Yuna, who had been listening for some time, suddenly appeared, she pointed her toes and walked to the old man's side, put her arm around her, and shook her affectionately.

Arya lowered her head, just in time to meet those pink eyes.

The old and the young looked at each other.

stare--

"...Okay. Pack up, don't talk, don't talk."

Arya sighed, and gently patted my wife Yuno's arm with her rough, old palm.

Chapter 59 New Home

The moving company car came quickly and stopped at the gate of the yard. Several strong guys jumped out of the back of the truck full of energy.

The manager of the team was wearing a black suit and a light blue patterned tie. He took the notebook and walked around the yard with Arya, lowering his head from time to time to record something.

"TV, uh, these are... uh, understand."

As the leader of the team, he must confirm the status of all moving items before moving, and record and file them to prevent any subsequent disputes.

On the other hand, it is also for inquiring about what needs to be in the future, the inquirer can quickly find every business of the company according to the year, time and place.

Moriyuesha followed Arya around the house.

My wife, Yuno, was wearing a black dress, like a delicate human-shaped pendant, holding Moriyukisha's thin arms and walking with her, causing the children in the yard to snicker for a while.

'Yeah, I heard that we live together, Sister Yuesha is really good!As expected of a woman from the pink scarf orphanage! '

'I don't want to stick to each other all the time. '

'Miko Eternal God! '

Moriyuesha helped to count the supplies, but did not hear the whispers of the children.

My wife, Yuno, listened to these broken words to the fullest.

I laughed happily afterwards.

Really a group of cute little guys, so much more pleasing to the eye.

Next time you buy something, you can buy them something like toys yourself.

Although she thought so, it did not delay the girl to continue hanging on Sen Yuesha.

After more than two hours, after finishing the recording and moving, following the moving car that drove away, the group of the orphanage was also ready to set off for their new home. Considering Mori Yuesha's lazy and troublesome temperament, Arya was very worried. Wisely no mention of taking the kids on the subway or anything like that.

Instead, I brought the youngest children, and asked Moriyukisa and my wife Yuno to bring a few taxis.

The rest was left to Miko and a boy named Oishi.

The destination is Shibuya-ku Jingumae.

"In front of the Jingu? Are the guests taking the children shopping?"

The driver, who didn't talk to the guests often, couldn't help but laugh when he was amused by the children, so he chatted with Mori Yuesha while waiting for the red light.

"It's a new home! The new home my sister prepared for us!"

The boy beside Sen Yuesha hurriedly said, and the little meat hand was still raised above his head, as if answering a question.

Boys who have just entered primary school have gradually become more talkative. In addition, children from orphanages are very independent and have no stage fright. These children have been chatting with the driver for a long time.

"New home? In front of the shrine?"

While paying attention to the road conditions, the driver listened to the little boy's chatter, and praised both true and false: "It's a super amazing place. Your sister must be very capable and can rent a house for you in front of the shrine."

That's a place where every inch of land is so precious.

The car is approaching the destination, there are more exquisite cafes and restaurants, and the whole street becomes more and more lively.

"Rent a house?"

Hearing the driver's words, the little boys look at me and I look at you: "No, it's my sister's own house. We have one, two, three, four..."

The little boy counted the number of people with his fingers, and the driver didn't interrupt, listening to the crisp voices of several children from the back seat with a funny face.

"Yeah, you counted wrong!"

"No, no, I counted Arya."

"Obviously there are thirteen behind, hurry up and count again!"

Mori Yuesha tilted her head, and the side of her forehead was attached to the window glass.

The warm sunlight shone on her face, and the men and women dressed in fashion passing by looked away, and the noise in her ears made her heart softer and softer.

These are the children she cares about, and her family.

The car was parked on the side of the road, Moriyuesha paid the money and let the children wait in the car until she got out of the car and opened the rear door, supervising one or two little radishes jumping down.

"The math genius is safe! Call Arya and Miko!"

The boy who counted wrong put his palm to his mouth, trumpeted, and yelled at the car behind him.

Mori Yuesha pointed at the four-storey building behind her with a funny look.

"Well, the new home is here."

Several children raised their heads in the direction of Moriyuesha's fingers——

"Wow!! Super big! Several times bigger than the orphanage!"

"Of course! That's my sister's house, uncle, how is it, we didn't lie to you!"

The driver rolled down the window, and a brief chat gave him the opportunity to take a look at the single-family villa.

Although in Japan, it is not expensive to build a single house (single house), but the premise is where it is located.

Jingumae in Shibuya, Tokyo... This is one of the biggest shopping streets in Tokyo.

A few children seemed to be amazed by the size of the house, but the driver understood how much it would cost to buy a very small house in this place close to Harajuku and Shinjuku - at least he has been an office worker for decades. Just save enough.

Not to mention this location, sitting on Omotesando, a wealthy area, is very close to Meiji Jingu Shrine and Yoyogi Park.

"Hi! Thank you."

After sending the driver away, Mori Yuesha and a few boys waited for the truck of the moving company.A few minutes later, Arya and my wife Yuno also arrived with the children.

"Come here, come here." Moriyuesha took over Arya's work, gathered the children in front of her, and counted the number of people one by one: "I'm really afraid that I will lose a few after getting off the bus."