This man is a demon

Chapter 8 The rebellious girl

"Come on, eat more meat. You'll be more popular with girls if you grow stronger." Imai Kurumi pushed a portion of fried dumplings in front of him.

It should be a charming smile, but it has a maternal glow.

"Thank you, Imagawa-senpai." Kitagawa Aki picked up the dumplings and placed them on the rice, then smiled and ate seriously.

"Just call me Aunt Kurumi in private." Kurumi Imai winked at him.

Beichuan Qiu shook his head: "It would be weird, normally I should call her sister."

Imai Kurumi's eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled: "You are almost the same age as my daughter. Every time I see you, I can't help but think of you as my daughter."

She looked at Beichuan Qiu's face, with memories in her eyes: "I almost became a mother of a pair of children. If they were still with me, they would be about your age."

Beichuan Qiu paused while picking up the food and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for bringing back bad memories, Senior."

Imai Kurumi was stunned for a moment, then she understood and gave him a reproachful look: "It's not that my child died or anything like that, it's adoption."

"I only have one biological daughter, Yuna. Her father passed away early, and later it was difficult for her to find a good man with a child."

"And I was worried that Yuna wouldn't be able to handle her relationship with her stepfather. It's been so many years without me noticing, and I've gradually gotten used to it."

"So that's how it is." Beichuan Qiu let out a sigh of relief and said casually, "Senior, have you ever thought about adopting a child?"

Imai Kurumi held her chin with one hand, seeming to be lost in memory: "That was sixteen years ago, when Yuna was just one year old. I came back from working part-time at a convenience store and saw something hiding in the park playground."

"I thought they were kittens, but when I got closer I realized they were two children, hiding there shivering and wouldn't answer anything I asked."

"I was planning to call the police, but because I felt sorry for the two kids, I took them home."

Beichuan Qiu continued to eat while listening to her narration.

"At that time, Yuna's father had just passed away, and I was doing my best as a part-time worker." Imai Kurumi also wanted to tell the secrets that were deeply buried in her heart. With memories written in her eyes, she began to narrate seriously:

"The girl is very introverted and won't talk to me, but the boy is very sensible. He helps with the housework and takes care of Yuna."

"Those days were tiring, but I felt healed by the children."

She said with a wry smile on her face: "Unfortunately, I can't take care of three children. Two of them are of school age. I can only entrust them to the welfare organization."

"Later, I didn't dare to ask about their news. I always felt like I had betrayed the children's trust."

Kurumi Imai showed a bitter smile on her face.

"No." Kitagawa Akira put down his chopsticks with a smile: "If I were that child, I would definitely be grateful to Kurumi-senpai. You bringing them home is like the light shining into the child's life."

Imai Kurumi's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Really?"

"Of course, I promise." Beichuan Qiu patted his chest.

"Let's eat." After Kurumi Imai spoke out her worries, her mood became noticeably happier and she smiled as she ate with him.

There were not many dishes, only three. After the two of them finished eating, they walked home together since it was on their way.

Walk up the viaduct and stand on a high place to see the night view of the city clearly. The neon lights of various colors make the city more beautiful than during the day.

"You're so beautiful." Imai Kurumi turned her head and stroked her long hair that was blown by the evening breeze. Her black stockings and high heels made her look like a mature woman. She stopped and said, "Let's chat for a while. I'll smoke a cigarette before going home. I usually work part-time and haven't seen the night view of Tokyo for a long time. It makes me feel like I belong to this city."

"Yeah." Kitagawa Aiya stopped and looked into the distance: "Don't you like this place, Kurumi-senpai?"

"I don't like it or dislike it." Imai Kurumi shook her head: "But if possible, I want to go to the North Pole."

"The North Pole?" Beichuan Xia was stunned.

"Yeah." Imai Kurumi looked into the distance, took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it for herself, and took a deep breath:

“Leave the past, current situation, and interpersonal relationships behind, and go to a very far place, abandon everything you have had so far, and then, just look at the clean white without thinking about anything, and let time pass by.”

Beichuan Qiu smiled and said, "That might not be a bad idea."

Imai Kurumi looked into the distance for a while, finished half a cigarette, turned around and looked at him: "You are such a qualified listener, making me want to speak out my heart."

"Maybe it's because I'm too harmless." Kitagawa Aki smiled and touched the back of his head.

The two continued walking back.

"Hmph." Imai Kurumi finished smoking a cigarette and suddenly turned her head: "Xiao Qiu, aren't you curious why I cover half of my face?"

"Ah, isn't it a design?" Beichuan Qiu looked surprised.

"Really? How is it possible to cover half of your face for the sake of styling?" Imai Kurumi covered her forehead and lifted up her long hair under the curious gaze of Kitagawa Aki.

Kurumi Imai is very beautiful, but there is a serious scar on the left side of her face, from her forehead to half of her cheek, like a perfect oil painting that has been stained.

"Do you feel sick?" asked Kurumi Imai.

"That's not the case, I'm just a little surprised." Beichuan Qiu shook his head.

"Okay, don't worry about my feelings." Imai Kurumi waved her hand indifferently: "Actually, I've gotten used to it over the years."

"Sorry, is this natural?" asked Kitagawa Aki.

"No." Imai Kurumi shook her head: "Don't look at me like this. When I was young, I made a living by my face."

"I came to Tokyo to pursue my dream of becoming a model. I worked hard for it and dropped out of high school halfway through."

"I gradually gained fame and was later successfully chosen as a cover model. I was the first one in my class to stand out."

Imai Kurumi said, smiling bitterly and shaking her head: "Later, toxic substances were mixed into the lotion, but there were too many people who could enter the preparation room. Even though they knew the culprit was among them, the office found various reasons not to report the incident to the police."

"It was obviously a crime committed out of jealousy. The agency didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I didn't understand anything at the time."

"Of course I lost my job because of this, and the firm gave me a huge amount of support to let me leave."

"After that, I tried various industries, but none of them lasted long. I didn't know how to manage money and was cheated. Later, I met Yuna's father."

"Unfortunately, his father died of a serious illness not long after."

"I originally planned to end it all, but then I found out I was pregnant."

As she spoke, she saw Beichuan Qiu's ugly expression and smiled: "But those don't matter anymore."

“Because I’m a mother, it’s no big deal.”

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the bottom of an old apartment building.

"Kurumi-senpai, see you tomorrow." Kitagawa Akira bowed and said goodbye, and turned around to see a pretty girl walking towards him.

She had long, colorful hair, her hands in her pockets, and a cigarette in her mouth.

Chapter 9: Not Enough

The girl had thick smoky makeup, a black necklace around her neck, and colorful fingers. She looked 80% similar to Kurumi.

They are all rare beauties.

Standing next to her was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, handsome and dressed in a casual suit.

The man smiled bitterly.

"Teacher Miura." Imai Kyuu hurriedly bent down and bowed to the man, then looked at the girl with a serious expression:

"Yuna, I told you not to smoke!"

"What a noise, old woman." Imai Yuna glanced at her, threw the cigarette in her hand to the ground, and glanced at Kitagawa Aki beside her, saying disdainfully:

"Is it a young man this time? He's quite good-looking, much more handsome than Mr. Miura."

"Imai Yuna!" Kurumi's expression turned pale: "Apologize immediately."

"Instead of blaming me, think about how to explain it to the teacher first. Be careful that the man you hooked up with so much difficulty might run away~" Imai Yuna had a sarcastic look on her face. After she said this, she turned around and walked up the stairs of the old apartment without looking back, and disappeared around the corner.

The three people left at the scene looked embarrassed.

Mr. Miura smiled bitterly and said, "Just now when I was passing by the street, I saw her with a few social people dressed in avant-garde clothes, so I brought her back."

Imai Kurumi covered her eyes with one hand, and after her chest rose and fell several times, she raised her head again and forced a smile:

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Miura. Children are just outspoken. Please don't take it seriously."

"It's okay." Miura Yuta smiled and said calmly, "Children at this age will become particularly sensitive. "Adults are selfish and only care about themselves." "This is what we should do." I understand that they want to strongly advocate their own ideas."

"As a parent, you must not deny or criticize her in such a situation. You need to patiently find out why she has these thoughts and fill the void in her heart."

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Miura." Imai Kurumi bowed.

"Ms. Imai, if you have time, please come to school." Miura Yuta shook his head: "Yuna had an argument with someone at school today and almost got into a fight."

Imai Kurumi's face darkened when she heard this and she lowered her head: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"This is my duty as the class teacher, so I won't bother you today." After Yuta Miura saluted Kurumi Imai, he saluted Kitagawa Aki who was standing beside him before turning and leaving.

Wait for him to get into a silver car and leave at the corner.

Kurumi Imai walked to the place where her daughter had just thrown the cigarette butt, picked it up and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoqiu. My child is in his rebellious period. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"It's okay. The teacher was really responsible just now." Beichuan Qiu looked at the place where the car disappeared: "When I was in school, the homeroom teacher basically didn't care about anything."

"Yes, Mr. Miura Yuta has been voted the most popular homeroom teacher at Waseda High School for three consecutive years." Imai Kurumi's eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed: "But Yuna is getting more and more rebellious, and Mr. Miura is still working hard, which has caused a lot of trouble for others."

"That's quite a coincidence." Kitagawa Aki smiled and touched the back of his head: "I graduated from Waseda University, Faculty of Law. She is the daughter of senior Kurumi, so she is my junior."

"What?" Kurumi raised her head, disbelief in her eyes: "Why would a top student from a prestigious school come to our school to be a..."

Halfway through her speech, she felt rude and an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.

"Because I only know how to take exams." Kitagawa Aki touched the back of his head awkwardly: "I am the type who is very good at taking exams, but I can't apply what I have learned. I am also not good at communicating with people. In the company, I am also grateful to Kurumi-senpai for taking care of me."

"Oh, I see." Kurumi nodded, and suddenly she staggered and almost fell.

"Senior?" Beichuan Qiu stretched out his hand to help.

"It's okay." Kurumi covered her forehead with one hand to hide the dark circles under her eyes and waved at him: "Sorry, I'm probably a little tired. I'll go back first."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, senior." Beichuan Qiu saluted her and watched her leave.

The apartment he rented was not far from Kurumi Imai's house, both belonging to this cheap suburb.

After returning home, Ayase Kaede was not home yet. The modeling agency where she worked was located in the city center, and it took a long time to commute to the suburbs where she currently lived.

She sent a message saying that she had no date tonight and would go home for dinner.

When Beichuan Qiu arrived home, he opened the refrigerator, prepared dinner, and sat on the sofa waiting for her to come home to eat together.

Take out your phone, open the mysterious APP, and there is a big 100 points in the upper right part of the shame value.

There are two categories below: props and upgrades.

Open the upgrade option, there is only one individual to upgrade, Niuzi.

There are no levels here. You can upgrade once every 50 points, 1 cm at a time.

Below that are the skills, such as: physical immunity, shape change, precise control, sonic ejection, and hundreds of other skills.

The highest among them are Bullet Time, Star Platinum, Spear of Thorns, Thousands of Clones, four skills.

The required shame value ranges from one hundred to one hundred thousand.

Beichuan Xia practiced in his mind for a while. If it could be strengthened to more than 10 meters, combined with physical immunity, it could be ejected at the speed of sound.

Speed ​​is power. Even a steel plate will be pierced through in an instant.

If high-level skills such as Thousands of Clones are added, even if the enemy is a full-strength army, it can be wiped out instantly.

The picture is a bit weird though.

"I'm back." Ayase Feng came in from the door, threw her bag on the ground, and kicked off her high heels:

"Eat quickly, I'm starving."

"Okay." Kitagawa Aki collected his thoughts, went back to the kitchen to serve the meal, and came out to see Ayase Kaede wearing heavy makeup today.

Compared to her usual handsome look, she looks more like a bad sister.

"Party A requires cosmetics advertising for the female group." Ayase Feng took off her coat: "Let's eat first. Have you made any progress with the person you like?"

"I can't say it's progress." Beichuan Qiu picked up the food: "We're just getting along normally."

Ayase Feng raised her head: "Do you like her body or her as a person?"

"Hehe." Beichuan Qiu smiled: "I like them all."