Is it really a straight girl?

The girl tried her best to take a deep breath, hoping that this would make the sound of her heartbeat fade away from her ears.

But the heartbeat almost drowned out her hearing.

There was no one around, the girl leaned against the wall slightly, covered her heart with one hand, and slowly squatted down.

Open your mouth and gasp.

Mi Ji felt that he had done something bad, hurt his heart, and also hurt Lianhua, but he didn't know how to repair this relationship, but he was paradoxically filling his mind with countless reasons to say I am right.

But the sound of the heartbeat was telling her that no matter what happened, the truth was that she had a guilty conscience, otherwise why would her heartbeat be so loud?

The girl let out a trembling breath and opened her eyes.

When she wanted to go back to her room, go back to the bed, fall into a deep sleep under the drowsiness of alcohol infestation, and wait until tomorrow... when she thought about standing up and going to continue walking.

The door next to me opened.

Miki, whose ears were filled with the sound of heartbeat, didn't notice the sound, but he also saw the gap in the door over there was getting wider and wider, and he stepped out of the pure black student leather shoes.

"Maki?"

Looking up, it was Ms. Mahiru in a long-sleeved white shirt, slightly curly red hair, orange eyes down, looking at Ms. Yaki squatting by the wall on the other side.

With a doubtful and slightly nervous voice, she penetrated Miki's hearing covered by the sound of heartbeat.

"Aren't you feeling well?" The red-haired girl asked with concern.

The girl with purple pupils froze for a few seconds, and said what was on her mind without covering up: "Why is Mahiru here?"

This is the second floor, right?

Isn't Mahiru's room on the third floor?

Yaki, who was in a drunk state, couldn't figure out why.

"I was looking after the other side just now...she is already fast asleep." The second part of Mahiru's words was very soft, afraid of disturbing the other side of the room, she glanced inside, then slowly closed the door, and approached Mi Jiwen : "What happened to Miki?"

After the other party fainted from drinking, or even when the mental illness broke out, there would be such a partner who would take care of him until he fell asleep... It's great.

"It's nothing..." The girl shook her head lightly, took a staggered step forward, pressed her temple with her right hand, and leaned against the wall again: "I'm just a little sleepy, a little tired, and my heart beats fast."

The muscles are also sore, the head is foggy, the five senses seem to be stripped from the body, and everything that is going on is as hazy as a dream.

But the sound of heartbeat told Miji that it was reality.

"Miji drank too much, it's a hangover." Mahiru slowly leaned over and suggested, "I'll help Miki go back."

The voice was very soft, and the hand that touched it was also very gentle.

Although the speed of the heartbeat has not slowed down, at least the sound has eased somewhat.

Yaki shook his head, and slowly pushed Mahiru's outstretched right hand aside.

"I'm fine, thank you." She forced herself to reply politely: "Mahiru still needs to take care of Kakashi, right?"

If the other party knew that Mahiru had come to take care of Miki after she left her room, no matter how good the other party's personality was, he would feel uncomfortable.

Although the other party drank more than himself, it was impossible to know.

"The other party is already fast asleep." Mahiru stretched out his hands again, without forcing, just continued to move closer and closer with gentle movements, touching between the girl's arms.

This statement...is a bit strange.

Mi Ji shook her dizzy little head lightly. Although she did feel strange, her drunken thoughts and shattered brain did not support her to understand what was so strange.

The chaotic brain began to think about it, and Yaki remembered that she was completely drunk and unable to move before, and she was carried back to her room by Mahiru in the posture of a princess, so she no longer resisted.

After all, Mahiru said that she doesn't like herself, so there's no need to be so nervous about her.

"Okay..." Ms. Yaki put her left arm on Mahiru's shoulder, and made this movement easily because her heights were almost equal.

Miss Mahiru did not put her arms around the girl's waist as if she was avoiding it deliberately, but just touched Miki's shoulder on the other side of the wall. Although it was a bit inconvenient, Miki was not too drowsy at first, so she walked slowly own room.

This kind of subtle action made Yaki believe in Mahiru's statement even more.

Sure enough, she didn't like herself.

"What did Miki go down just now?" Mahiru asked casually during the short journey.

"..."

It seems that I have done a lot of things.

Yaki stirred his memories with chaotic thoughts, and finally replied with a breath:

"Just went for a glass of water."

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180 Seven, don't leave Miji

Miss Mahiru is a good person.

Although there may be some strange hobbies, she is indeed a gentle and kind person who will help her when she is in trouble.

Mi Ji's tightly pursed lips relaxed a little when the other party gently helped her to the door step by step.

The pale light casts a deep black shadow, and Mi Ji's downcast eyes stare directly at his own shadow. These black things are constantly changing positions and gradually changing colors.

Her shadow and another person's shadow embraced each other, bit by bit, bit by bit engraved in Miss Miji's mind.

Today is the second time, she took her back to her room.

What a hassle.

The girl bit her lip lightly and said thank you.

It's just that he unconsciously expressed his loss in his tone.

Miss Mahiru helped her open the door, walked in sideways, and turned on the light.

There are many large and small cardboard boxes in the room, some of which are unopened. Inside are all kinds of daily necessities, commonly used small electrical appliances, and the simplest clothes, beds and quilts. White paper is pasted on them, and the unopened brown cartons are written. what kind of supplies.

Stepping on the wrong wooden floor of her room again, Yaki was placed by the bedside by Miss Mahiru, and sat on the head of the bed.

"Hangover is uncomfortable, isn't it?"

Mahiru caressed the girl's left shoulder and sat on the side near the end of the bed, then patted Miki's shoulder and said, "I should have poured you a glass of water before, after drinking so much wine, you usually have a mouthful after a while. thirsty."

Mahiru-san really takes good care of me...

After taking care of the drunken Kakata and Yaki, it is obvious that the three of them drank together, even if they all fell down, it would not be surprising, but Mahiru came to the bottom and came to clean up the mess by himself.

This guy is a little too nice. .

"I'm fine." Mi Ji waved his hands weakly, speaking in a hoarse voice: "I'm a little sleepy, a little dizzy, and just feel a little fuzzy. It should be fine when I wake up tomorrow."

Just like this afternoon, Xiao Bifang who was able to loudly announce "resurrection", although he collapsed again at night.

Miji thought about all this indiscriminately, and many memories and thoughts surged up uncontrollably.

His cognition was a little fuzzy, his forehead seemed to be in a cold sweat, he was tired and sleepy, and his throat was full of nausea.

Obviously it wasn't like this just now...

The girl shook her head, and pressed the back of her right hand to her forehead.

"It's better to eat some fruit and drink more water now." The red-haired girl stood up from the end of the bed: "I'll go downstairs to get some, Mi Ji should rest for a while."

"Thank you." Apart from that, the girl with purple pupils felt that she couldn't say anything else.

She raised her head slightly, watching Mahiru's back divided into several phantoms in her field of vision, the world in front of her eyes was shaking under the influence of alcohol, and her cognition gradually became blurred at the same time.

The girl sat on the bed, as if floating on the surface of the sea, feeling that she had also become an illusion.

She lowered her head, put her left hand weakly in front of her, stretched out and clenched her fist until her wrist became sore, and took deep breaths one after another, but she couldn't blow away the confusion.

"It's a bit uncomfortable..."

Ms. Yaki was whispering.

In this state, even the time is difficult to distinguish.

So after an unknown amount of time, Ms. Miki, who was in a daze, saw the door of her room being opened again. She didn't pay attention to it. Walk like visiting a patient.

"Did Mahiru see Miss Lianhua?" Miki realized that the other party had just gone down the first floor, and asked this question involuntarily.

But the girl didn't even know the purpose of asking this sentence.

Mahiru approached and put the water glass and fruit basket on the bedside table.

"Well, Lianhua is on the first floor, but she seems to be watching the news, I didn't bother her." Mahiru took out oranges from the fruit basket, and sat back at the end of Miki's bed.

The girl watched blankly as the red-haired peer peeled the orange.

"Oh..." Her tone was as weak as the eyes of the absent-minded, and she followed her instinct to ask the next question:

"Then, does Mahiru know the landlady?"

"Why did the conversation suddenly turn to this aspect..." Mahiru broke off a piece of orange, blinked at the girl beside him, and replied casually: "Although I know that the landlady is also very related to us, but I myself have never seen her, nor have I spoken to her."

Mahiru slightly plucked off the white thread from the orange petal, and then gently pressed it against Miki's mouth, her movements were as gentle as ever.

Miji didn't evade, when the orange touched her lips, she opened her mouth to swallow it.

The faint sourness and juicy sweetness filled the mouth.

She subconsciously said again: "I ate a lot of sweets today, I will get heavier..."

"Fruits are not sweets." Mahiru casually said deftly, and broke another piece of orange.

Ms. Yaki opened her mouth to swallow in a daze.

"What kind of person does Mahiru think the landlady is?" Yaki subconsciously continued the previous question while eating the orange.

"A very powerful person?" The sober Ms. Mahiru seemed to be chatting among friends: "No one can see what she is thinking. She sees things deeper than us. Maybe she is facing Something bad is coming, building up power...that's how we feel about her."

"us?"

The drowsy Ms. Yaki repeated a word she noticed, and felt a slight coolness on her lips with her confused touch, and opened her mouth to eat the orange slice that Mahiru handed over.

"No, it's nothing." Mahiru shook her head and said, "Just pretend I didn't say it. In short, the landlady is a very mysterious person, and everyone doesn't know exactly what she is."

"Oh..." The girl nodded obediently, and didn't ask any more questions.

The room fell silent, but the silence was not awkward.