My girlfriend is a bad lady

"..."

"Did you hear me?"

“…Yeah, I heard it.”

Being honest does not mean being upright. Guys, Kiyono Rin is a bad woman.

Toru Watanabe took two more pieces of rice cake and baked them together with the previous one - it couldn't be that his friends had one but his girlfriend didn't, right?

Kujo Miki will bake him as mochi!

After the rice cakes were baked, Toru Watanabe went upstairs with some sugar and soy sauce, and accepted the task of "apologizing properly" from his mother.

In his room, Kiyono Rin was sitting at the table flipping through photo albums, while Kujo Miki was blow-drying her hair.

"I don't know what you like to dip in, so I brought sugar and soy sauce," said Toru Watanabe.

People in the island country like to wrap rice cakes in seaweed and dip them in soy sauce, but Toru Watanabe himself prefers white sugar.

"Just white sugar." said Qingye Rin.

"Here." Watanabe Toru put down the sugar and a piece of rice cake.

"Thank you." Qingye Rin picked up the rice cake with chopsticks, dipped it in a little sugar, and took a bite.

The rice cake made a crisp sound when my teeth sank into it, and the sound was very warm.

When the soft and glutinous inside of the rice cake is stretched and bitten off, it creates a winter New Year atmosphere.

Qingye Rin dipped it in a little sugar and ate while flipping through the photo album.

The quarrel between the two people that Watanabe's mother imagined did not exist at all.

"Miji, do you want to eat?" Toru Watanabe walked over.

Kujo Miki didn't say whether to eat or not: "Come here and blow dry my hair."

She handed the hair dryer to Toru Watanabe and took the plate of rice cakes and soy sauce from him.

Toru Watanabe put his fingers into her long, straight hair. It was wet and it would take a while before it was dry.

He first used his hands to test the temperature and wind speed of the hair dryer, trying to adjust it to the appropriate level.

After finishing this set of movements, I remembered that Kujo Miki had already adjusted it herself.

He gently played with her hair, and with his other hand, he held the hair dryer from a little distance away.

Miki Kujo dipped the rice cake in soy sauce and ate small bites of it.

"Is it delicious?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"Generally, my hands get sore from blowing my hair."

"..."

When her hair was almost dry, Kujo Miki returned the plate to Watanabe Toru and took two bites of each of the two rice cakes.

Watanabe Toru could only eat what she had eaten... the sugar dipped in it, or what was left by Kiyono Rin.

Everything has been used by someone.

Poor Toru Watanabe's experience eating rice cakes.

On December 27th, as the New Year was getting closer, the Watanabe family began to clean up.

"Ah--" Toru Watanabe stuck out his butt, pushed the rag, and sprinted back and forth in the corridor.

"What are you doing?" With a headscarf on her head and a rag in her hand, Kiyono Rin, who had transformed into a housekeeper, asked Watanabe Toru with dissatisfaction.

"Mopping the floor, what's wrong?" Toru Watanabe looked up in confusion.

"Then why are you yelling so loudly? Are you a kid?"

"Student Kiyono, you don't understand now. Cleaning up is a painful thing for me, so I have to make it fun."

"Does entertaining mean yelling and shouting?"

"Of course not. What I mean by fun is, for example, just now when I was trying to sprint quickly, I wanted to see if I could use the wind to blow up your skirt. When I thought of this possibility, mopping the floor wasn't that hard anymore."

"…Are you a pervert?"

"No, no, no." Watanabe Toru shook his head seriously, "Blowing up your skirt is definitely not my goal. Making the work easy is what I want."

"I understand what you mean." Qing Ye Lin nodded, "You are indeed a pervert."

"Whatever you say, kid, pervert, childish? I don't care what others think. By the way, I also learned this from Master Kiyonokami."

"You should take this matter of perversion seriously." Qing Ye Lin held her forehead with her hand and said helplessly, "I don't remember teaching you this."

"This is called learning by analogy, drawing inferences from one instance, drawing inferences from one instance, learning three things from one instance, knowing ten things from one instance, knowing a horse by asking a cow, and using the subtle..."

"Xiao Che!" The voice of Watanabe's mother came from the living room.

"coming!"

Toru Watanabe hung the wet rag next to the bucket, walked around the corridor in front of the entrance, and entered the living room.

Watanabe stood in front of the phone.

Miki Kujo curled up in the kotatsu, lying on her side on the ground, her head supported by her left hand, and her right hand flipping through Toru Watanabe's previous summer observation diary.

Where did that kind of thing come from?

"The Honma family called and asked you to pick up the dried persimmons," said Watanabe's mother.

"now?"

Seeing his reluctance, Watanabe's mother asked in surprise, "Since when did you like cleaning so much?"

"No one can stay the same. Cleaning is such an interesting thing, it's only a matter of time before I start liking it."

Watanabe's mother couldn't understand her son who had been in Tokyo for more than half a year, and she was too lazy to ask further.

"Remember to take the natto over there. Go quickly and come back soon. Come back early to help clean up."

"Okay, I'll go on my motorcycle," replied Toru Watanabe.

As he was leaving, he noticed Kujo Miki lying in the kotatsu.

She definitely wouldn't do something like cleaning. If she continues to stay like this, even if she understands that rich people don't have to clean the house themselves, Watanabe's mother will probably be dissatisfied with her.

"Meiji, Meiji, my Meiji."

"what?"

"Will you come with me?"

"Don't go."

"We agreed to take you for a ride on my Honda Cub."

“Can you go for a ride on a motorcycle?”

"Gregory Peck rode a scooter and took the European princess Audrey Hepburn on the streets of Rome. Today, I, Tetsuya Watanabe, ride a scooter and take the island princess Miki on the country roads of Misawa Village."

"They didn't end up together in Roman Holiday."

"Don't confuse movies with reality. Audrey Hepburn is not a princess at all," Toru Watanabe said nonchalantly.

Miki Kujo let out a deep breath through her nose and slowly stood up with great impatience.

"Hurry up, I'll go get the natto and the cart." Watanabe Toru instructed and walked towards the place where the natto was kept at home.

Natto is wrapped in straw and looks like White Rabbit milk candy.

There were four bundles in total. Watanabe Toru took one bundle and sprinkled the powdered [Qi and Blood Medicine] on the remaining three bundles to make sure it could not be seen.

Three pills are not a lot, but they are enough to keep Watanabe's father healthy and free from illness for a period of time.

Next year, just continue to put it in natto.

As for his mother, Toru Watanabe was thinking whether to put it in honey or add the medicine when serving the soup.

There are also Miki Kujo and Rin Kiyono.

I have been in the countryside these days, so I secretly gave them some food, so that they would think it was because of the good air in the countryside and their frequent exercise.

Toru Watanabe took the trapped natto and walked to the warehouse.

He dismantled the cargo box of the Honda Cub.

Kujo Miki glanced at the back seat which was definitely uncomfortable to sit on and said, "You want me to sit in this?"

"It's not very comfortable." Watanabe Toru nodded, "Why don't we just walk there? It's not far."

"No." Kujo Miki smiled, as if she had thought of something fun, "I'll take you."

"You ride? Can you?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"What's so difficult about motorcycles? Especially a Honda Cub."

What happened to Honda Chibi? Global sales exceeded 100 million!

But it doesn't matter, because you can hardly see anyone around Sawamura and you won't bump into any passers-by, not to mention he's there.

"Well, it would be fun to have the princess take me too."

Toru Watanabe first rode the Honda Syaoran onto the road, then sat on the back seat, with Miki Kujo sitting in front of him.

"Don't worry about turning the accelerator. Even if you fall, I will be under you and won't let you get hurt," said Toru Watanabe.

"Can't you just pick me up or support me with your feet before you fall?" Miki Kujo said, turning back.

Their faces were very close.

Toru Watanabe could see the excitement and anticipation in her eyes.

"Isn't it better to say it this way? It makes me love you more."

"Don't just say nice things." Kujo Miki turned around and said, "Let's go."

"Meiji, get out... wait, wait, slow down!"

In just three seconds, the front wheel of the car plunged into the ditch.

Toru Watanabe jumped out of the car first, holding Kujo Miki.

The two stood there, looking at the car and then at each other.

"The motorcycle is indeed not difficult, the difficult part is the Honda Chibi." Toru Watanabe's face was heavy.

"What do you mean?" Kujo Miki said with a cold face.

She originally wanted to be serious, but as soon as she said this, she couldn't help laughing.

Watanabe Toru also laughed.

Kujo Miki kicked him in the calf: "Hurry up and pull it up!"

"Yes, sir." Toru Watanabe carried Honda Syaoran back to the road.

The two sat down again.

This time, before Kujo Miki turned the accelerator, Watanabe Toru couldn't help but say:

"We gave you our most beloved one, so be careful."

"I'm not your favorite?"

"I'm talking to Xiaolang, why are you butting in, Meiji?"

Miki Kujo tilted her head back and hit Toru Watanabe's forehead.

"Gone!" she said.

"Meiji, second departure!"

The Honda Cub was carrying two people, zigzagging along the country road.

Chapter 213 New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Sister (10)

Without considering the complicated exams, learning to ride a motorcycle on a deserted road is much easier than riding a bicycle.

After getting the dried persimmons, on the way back, Kujo Miki increased her speed to the point where her hair was blown up.

This was something she had never experienced before.