My girlfriend is a bad lady

"This is my girlfriend, Kujo Miki."

"Hello, Aunt Zhi, I'm Toru's girlfriend, Kujo Miki." Kujo Miki bowed gracefully.

"Hello, Miki." Watanabe Eda had only heard this way of greeting in TV dramas.

"You've met this person, Kiyono Rin." Watanabe Toru continued to introduce, "My friend and enemy. She and Miki grew up together."

"Hello, Auntie." Qingye Rin greeted in the normal way.

"It's Xiaolin," Watanabe's mother laughed, "Come on, come in."

She took three pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, one pair for Toru Watanabe and two pairs for guests who came to visit her.

Kiyono Rin nodded politely in thanks.

Kujo Miki glanced at the slippers, then stared at the pair in front of Watanabe Toru: "Is this yours?"

"Well, you wear mine and I'll wear yours."

Miki Kujo nodded and put on Toru Watanabe's slippers.

Mother Watanabe glanced at Kujo Miki and said with a smile, "Come in quickly."

The three of them put their luggage at the door and followed Watanabe's mother into the room she had just come out of.

This is a living room with a wide open space, which is luxuriously large for ordinary people living in Tokyo.

There is a cabinet in the corner of the living room, and on the cabinet there is a TV that looks very thin and high-end, but is actually very cheap, with only 1333×768 pixels.

There was a variety show playing on TV: a popular idol came to Iwate Prefecture for a trip and introduced various delicacies with exaggerated expressions.

There is a floor hearth in the middle of the living room. The principle is the same as that of a kotatsu, but there is a hole under the table so you can put your feet directly in without having to kneel.

There was also a tinplate wood-burning stove in the living room, on which were placed dried orange peels.

The faint smell of ripe orange in the room came from there.

"Please sit down, I'll peel some fruit for you." Watanabe's mother said, standing at the door of the living room.

"I'll help." Kiyono Rin, who had just walked into the living room, turned around and walked back to Watanabe Eda.

"No, Rin, you should rest well. You must be tired coming here from Tokyo."

Qing Ye Lin thought for a moment and said, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome." Watanabe's mother laughed happily twice, and then instructed Watanabe Toru, "Little Toru, you treat them well."

"Know it."

Watanabe's mother went to the kitchen.

Kiyono Rin sat down in the fireplace and sighed comfortably.

The length of time she spent in the car and the distance she walked were equivalent to the amount of exercise she normally gets in a week.

"Meiji, please sit down too." Watanabe Toru called out.

Kujo Miki glanced at the bedding on the hearth and said with a bit of disdain: "You want me to get into something that has been used by so many people?"

Sometimes there are women in the village who like to come and chat with Watanabe's mother, but this has nothing to do with country people or city people. Kujo Miki despises everyone.

Watanabe Toru was used to her cleanliness and suggested, "There should be new bedding at home, and then I'll get you a cushion?"

"The cushions need new ones, too."

"Seat cushion...are there any new ones..." Watanabe Toru had no hope.

Kujo Miki glanced at him and said, "If you don't have any, take the one from your room."

"Yes, wait for me."

Watanabe Toru walked out of the living room and went upstairs with his feet on the ground.

In the living room, Qing Ye Lin chuckled and said to Kujo Miki: "I'm afraid that if you do this, Watanabe's parents will hate you."

"So what?" Kujo Miki didn't care. "Do you want me to accommodate them? The only one I like is Watanabe Toru. On the contrary, you are pretending to be a good girl. What do you want to do?"

"It's just basic etiquette as a guest. You are so rude, Miss Kujo."

"It's my habit to not use a quilt that has been used by others. How can this be considered impolite?"

"In someone else's house..."

"Are you quarreling so soon?" Watanabe Toru walked in with a blanket and a cushion. "You two have a really good relationship."

The two ignored him.

When Watanabe's mother came in with a plate of fruit, she was stunned for a moment when she saw the newly changed bedding and the cushion under Kujo Miki's butt.

"I'm sorry, we only have the simplest fruits at home." She pretended nothing had happened and put the plate in the middle of the table.

There were only grapes, oranges, and cut apples on the plate.

Apples are the fruit that Watanabe's mother usually eats.

She heard from somewhere that eating apples can beautify the skin, so sometimes she only eats apples for dinner in order to lose weight.

The grapes were bought for Watanabe Toru who came back today.

As for oranges, there are a few orange trees on the hill, you can pick them at will, but they are very sweet.

"That's enough. We are the ones who disturbed you." Qingye Rin bowed slightly.

Miki Kujo nodded, agreeing with what Kiyono Rin said.

Watanabe Toru took an orange and peeled it while saying, "Mom, Meiji and Kiyono will stay to celebrate the New Year together. Please clean up their room for them."

After saying this, he suddenly seemed to remember something and added:

"By the way, Meiji can just sleep in my room. She's such a germaphobe that she's almost insane."

Kujo Miki was in the pit under the table, kicking Watanabe Toru with her foot: "I'm not the one with a mental illness."

She glanced at Qingye Rin.

Kiyono Rin was leisurely eating an apple with a toothpick.

"You want to sleep in the same room?" Watanabe's mother looked at her son and Kujo Miki in surprise.

"No." Watanabe Toru swallowed the juicy orange in his mouth, "Help me clean up another room."

"Is that so?" Mother Watanabe nodded as if she was relieved. "Then I'll go now. Xiaotetsu, you treat Xiaolin and Miki well."

"Sorry, auntie."

"Thank you."

After his mother left, Watanabe Toru pondered and said, "What should I ask you to do... play games?"

"Do you have a game console or computer at home?" asked Miki Kujo with a little surprise.

"There are no computers, but there are game consoles."

Toru Watanabe put down the half-eaten orange, stood up and walked to the TV, and took out the Famicom and a pile of game cards from the cabinet.

“Just a little old,” he said.

"Not only is it old, it's also outdated," added Miki Kujo.

"Classics never go out of style!" Toru Watanabe said in a clear and loud voice.

He connected the Famicom to the TV and plugged in the controller.

The cord of the handle is very long, so you can play it while sitting on a fireplace - this is a remnant of the period when Watanabe Toru was afraid of the cold.

"What are you going to play? An exciting game of Red Fortress or Tank Battle?"

"No, let's play this." Miki Kujo picked up the "Squirrel War" card.

"……All right."

Watanabe Toru chose a cooperative game because he wanted the two of them to have a good relationship, but as long as they can play the game together, their relationship may also improve.

With great expectations, Toru Watanabe blew on the game card and then inserted it into the card slot of the Famicom.

The quality of the game console and game cards is very good. After so many years, they still run smoothly without any problems.

If there are still problems, you can only use the trump card - licking.

He handed the handle to the two beautiful girls sitting in the fireplace.

I haven't played the game, but I still know the simplest operations.

When her squirrel took the lead, Kujo Miki, who deliberately lagged behind, lifted the box and knocked her unconscious.

That’s not all, Kujo Miki’s squirrel ran over, picked up Kiyono Rin, and carried her all the way.

Noticing that Kiyono Rin was being held up and unable to move, he frowned slightly.

When they reached the place where there was a cactus, Kujo Miki threw her onto it.

Although Rin Kiyono lost more blood, she regained her freedom and learned some skills. She lifted the box and smashed it at Miki Kujo.

How could Kujo Miki not be prepared? She hid in the box and neutralized the attack.

Then there is climbing of electric poles.

The two of them were throwing each other, trying to throw each other down.

If you can't do anything to each other, try to run faster. If the slow person falls behind and falls out of the game screen, health will also be deducted.

A game, killing with a borrowed knife, robbing while the fire is burning, watching the fire from the other side of the river, running away, turning the tables, pulling the ladder out after climbing up the roof...all the thirty-six strategies except the beauty trap are used.

After a while, Watanabe came back.

"Xiao Lin, I'm sorry, one of the bedrooms is actually moldy. Can you and Miki sleep in Toru's room together?"

"Wouldn't it be better if it got moldy?" Miki Kujo said to Rin Kiyono with a sneer.

"What?" Watanabe's mother was stunned.

"She's joking." Watanabe Toru explained, "Let Kiyono-san and Miki sleep together."

"I'm fine." Qingye Rin nodded.

Miki Kujo didn't say anything, and what she said just now was indeed just a mockery.

Of course, it would be best if Kiyono Rin was angry and slept in that room out of spite or went back to Tokyo.

"I'm going to town to buy some food. Xiao Che, you take care of them both!"

"I know. Mom, you've said this three times today. Are you underestimating your son's memory? I'm the best in the country, the smartest first-year high school student in the entire island nation."

"You kid!" Watanabe wanted to scold him, but he couldn't help but smile.

"be careful on the road."

"Well, I'm leaving."

After Watanabe Eda left, Watanabe Toru went to the door and helped the two carry the suitcases upstairs.

The three of them walked up the wooden stairs with a clanging sound, went up to the second floor, and came to Watanabe Toru's room.

Miki Kujo was not interested in the downstairs, but when she got here, she looked around carefully.

The space is also very large, more than enough to sleep two people.

There was no bed, but two mats had been laid out on the tatami.

There was a kotatsu without a heater, and a cheap alarm clock on the bare table.

There is a handmade bookshelf against the wall, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of textbooks, exercise books and notebooks.

Miki Kujo looked carefully and found several cheap paperback books, magazines that were five or six years out of date, and plastic airplanes and cheap clay figures from capsule toys in the corners of the bookshelf.

The room has a window that overlooks the front yard, the terraced fields in the distance, and the mountains.

Miki Kujo imagines Toru Watanabe when he was in elementary school.

A well-behaved little boy sat on the tatami, trying hard to put together a paper airplane.

Imagine Toru Watanabe in junior high school.

A serious teenager was reading hard at the table in the middle of the night, and when he got tired he looked out the window at the scenery.

Warm spring, hot summer, autumn days, winter nights, one year, two years, he grew up slowly in this simple room, and then appeared in front of him.

"It's okay." Miki Kujo said with her arms crossed.