It's time for me to put on my bat mask

Chapter 31 Father Bai: Don’t thank me, I’m your father
Lived for almost thirty years.

This was the 347th time that Bai Zizhou came to this house with a person of the opposite sex of the same age.

Among them, there are 150 times in primary schools and 150 times in junior high schools.

In high school, it was a little more restrained, only thirty-nine times.

In college, it was even fewer, seven times.

After work, it was the first time until I met Tsukiumihara Mimiya.

One point needs to be clarified.

None of these opposite sexes were invited by Bai Zizhou.

Many of them are initiated by the other party.

There were more, but Bai Zizhou refused.

Before Bai Zizhou went to college, Bai's mother was very happy.

I feel that my son has inherited my impeccable appearance. After all, sons resemble their mothers.

He is so handsome and popular with girls at the age of 18. He will definitely have a girlfriend when he goes to college!

Then why not get married right after graduation?!

Then I can have grandchildren by working!
however……

the reality is cruel.

When Bai Zizhou went to university, he developed a bad habit called two-spined newt.

From then on, I lost interest in three-dimensional women.

Every day I am addicted to paper people and various electronic games and mobile games.

But you said he was obsessed with pleasure...

Hey, he's still doing pretty well in his studies.

With a high GPA and many scholarships, the school even wanted to allow Bai Zizhou to be admitted to graduate school and even allowed him to stay on campus to work.

But Bai Zizhou refused.

“Graduate school is so tiring…and the prices in the capital are so high, I don’t know how long it will take before I can afford to buy a house here.

I'd better go back to my hometown and take the teacher's exam."

In this way, since Bai Zizhou graduated from university, his classmates and childhood playmates... have all gotten married and had children.

Only Bai Zizhou is still a lonely man.

This is the first time that Bai Zizhou has taken the initiative to invite a member of the opposite sex home!
He walked out of the elevator with Miya Tsukiumihara.

Bai Zizhou saw Aunt Zhao with her ear pressed against the door of her house.

He also held a cell phone in his hand.

Connected the WeChat video call.

Bai Zizhou was so damn familiar with the person on the other end of the video call.

"oops!"

Aunt Zhao didn't feel embarrassed at all.

She left Bai Zizhou's security door very naturally and raised her cell phone:

"Zizhou, your mother told me to listen."

Bai Zizhou really wanted to complain.

But when the words hit my throat I didn't know what to say.

Finally, thousands of words are reduced to one word:

"6."

Aunt Zhao looked at Tsukiumihara Miya with great admiration, and a smile appeared on her plump face:

"Not bad, Zizhou, really good!"

After saying that, he walked into the elevator, looking back every few steps, and stretched out a hand, giving a thumbs-up:
"really not bad!"

"Be careful of your hands getting pinched in the elevator!"

Bai Zizhou reminded him hopelessly, feeling the vibration of his phone in his trouser pocket and the ringing of his WeChat call.

OK OK.

The scariest thing is coming.

"Who is she?" Yue Haiyuan huddled behind Bai Zizhou, very curious.

Bai Zizhou pressed his fingerprint to open the door and sighed:
"My mom's friend, the neighbor downstairs."

He gestured for Miya Tsukimihara to go into the house first and answered the phone himself.

"mom?"

"I didn't see clearly, give the phone to your girlfriend."

“…She’s not my girlfriend yet!”

"Why did the bed collapse? You little brat!"

"After so many years, it's inevitable that it will break down!"

"Bullshit! I've been sleeping with your dad for twenty years, how come there's nothing wrong with it?"

"how could I know!"

"Then give her the phone!"

"We're just colleagues, we're not even close yet!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Tsukimihara Miya, standing by, listened attentively to the mother and son communicating in the local dialect of Zunyi City, as if they were listening to a foreign language. Bai's mother thought for a moment and said,

"Okay, then. Just take care of it yourself. I won't interfere."

After a pause, she asked again:
"The bed isn't really..."

Before Bai's mother could finish, Bai Zizhou raised his voice:
"It's really my own fault!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Bai's mother glared at Bai Zizhou, pointed at him, and said:
"At least let me see her face."

Bai Zizhou had no choice but to hand the phone to Yue Haiyuan Meiya and said in Mandarin:
"This is my mother."

"Eh? Kasan?"

After taking the phone, Miya Tsukiumihara subconsciously touched her face, fearing that her image was not up to standard.

Then he bowed to Bai's mother on the phone screen and said loudly in unstandard Mandarin:

"Hello, Auntie! I'm Bai Zizhou's colleague, Tsukimihara Miya! I'm in your son's care!"

"Oh, your Chinese is very good!
My son is also stupid, so as a colleague, I am sorry to bother you too!"

"Hi hi hi hi!"

Tsukiumihara Miya continued to bow to the phone:

"I will do my best!"

It was so bright that Bai's mother's eyes widened.

When the phone was returned to Bai Zizhou, Bai's mother said:
"I love so much!"

Bai Zizhou had an impatient and strange expression on his face, and he whispered something like what Bai's mother said:

"I like it very much... What's the use of you liking it..."

Then he hung up the WeChat video call.

Yue Haiyuan Meiya stood at the door and said to Bai Zizhou with a smile:

"Auntie is so beautiful, she looks a lot like Teacher Bai!"

Then she covered her mouth and blushed:
"No... I mean, you look like your mother."

Bai Zizhou waved his hand and didn't mind the slip of the tongue.

"Sit down, what would you like to drink?"

He pointed to the sofa in the living room and asked.

"Just plain water is fine."

Miya Tsukiumihara sat on the sofa with half of her butt stiffly, her back straight.

Bai Zizhou couldn't help but say, "Be more natural, just treat it as if you were at home."

"Good... good!"

Miya Tsukimihara nodded immediately and watched Bai Zizhou walk into the kitchen to pour her some water.

She began to look around Bai Zizhou's living room.

It's very ordinary, with a decoration style that is completely different from my home in Japan.

Red solid wood furniture, pine and cypress pictures on the wall, a TV covered with plaid cloth, a white vertical air conditioner, and blue lace curtains.

There was a piece of glass covering the coffee table, and under the glass were various photos of Bai Zizhou when he was a child.

"Hey, this little brother looks like Teacher Bai!"

"Is there a possibility that it's me?"

Bai Zizhou came over with a glass of ice water and placed the water on the coffee table.

Miya Tsukiumihara blushed: "Thank you..."

She drank water in small sips, her eyes fixed on the photos under the coffee table, her mind working furiously.

Come up with a topic quickly! Miya!
Are you going to just sit there and drink water?
Bai Zizhou pulled over a stool and sat opposite Yue Haiyuan Miya, pretending to look at his phone, but his mind was actually spinning wildly.

Come up with a topic!
Are you just going to watch like this?
After a few seconds, Tsukiumihara Miya put down the cup of water.

Bai Zizhou raised his head.

The two were about to speak.

The untimely, or perhaps just right, WeChat video ringtone rang.

Bai Zizhou took a deep breath and glanced at his phone screen.

It’s my own father.

No, it’s not over yet!

He poked the phone screen hard.

"Click..."

Spicy balls!

Bai Zizhou kept pressing the phone stiffly.

Miya Tsukiumihara opened her mouth wide.

The phone, whose screen shattered instantly, had already received a WeChat call.

Father Bai's mysterious voice came from the bent phone:
"I asked Paopao to send you a box of ultra-thin products, and even pierced your head with a needle on purpose. Don't thank me! I'm your dad after all!"

Thank you so much!!!

Is this fatherly love!!!

Bai Zizhou is already incoherent:
"No, no, no, you are my father!"

Father Bai picked up the phone in confusion, with an expression like "Subway·Old Man·Phone":
"What the hell?"

(End of this chapter)