My girlfriend is a bad lady

"This is all my fault, and I should be the one saying sorry."

"I almost killed you."

"That's my fault, and it has nothing to do with you." Watanabe Toru said firmly.

"Are you comforting me?" 'Koizumi Aona' raised her face.

That sixteen-year-old oval face was beautiful, youthful, full of energy and tears.

"No." Watanabe Toru shook his head and answered in a low voice.

"Why? It was because my future self was curious about the handsome guy in Tokyo that I took over your body, causing you and your girlfriend to have conflicts, and making your life chaotic. In the end, I almost..."

Watanabe Toru closed his eyes.

In Koizumi Aona's heart, she was just like him, taking all the responsibility for everything on herself.

But she was innocent, and he was the one who was really wrong.

"It's my fault." He patted her shoulder.

"why?"

"I can't tell you the reason. Anyway, it's my fault."

"What's the matter?" 'Koizumi Aona' hit Watanabe Toru on the chest in dissatisfaction.

When her hand touched the part wet with tears, she left his arms embarrassedly.

"...I'll help you wash it tomorrow." She adjusted her skirt slightly and hugged her slender calves embarrassedly.

"I wear one piece of clothing a day."

"Hmph, rich man." Koizumi Aona said with a gloomy look on her face.

The rich are high up and out of reach.

She is a high school girl from the countryside.

"I often say this," Watanabe Toru looked at the town in the distance, "The happiest time for me was not when I had 1 billion yen, but when I just came to Tokyo from Iwate Prefecture and held up a billboard under the scorching sun to earn hourly wages."

"Liar."

Watanabe Toru ignored her and continued:

"At that time, I had nothing and lived in a small apartment, but I felt like I owned the world and had a head full of great dreams."

"What now?" Koizumi Aona couldn't help but ask.

"I am very happy now. I love my K-san and Mai very much, and they love me too."

"After all, I still prefer the life of rich people." 'Koizumi Aona' looked at the fireflies on the path.

"I say this just to tell you that having money or not has nothing to do with whether I'm happy or not. Meiji can give me money, and I'm also very happy to work and earn money on my own."

"You're the only one who does this. Everyone likes to be given money."

Just like everyone naturally likes urban fashionable girls rather than country girls.

Watanabe Toru turned his head and looked at the girl: "You too."

"Me?" Koizumi Aona turned her head in disbelief and looked at Watanabe Toru.

"In the future, you will be admitted to Waseda University through your own efforts, and then you will buy an apartment in Tokyo by yourself. You didn't ask anyone for a yen. Can't you get it? You have such a beautiful oval face, a good figure, and you are a teacher."

“I don’t make that kind of money.”

"See, you are this kind of person, right? And I'm not just talking, your future self will be exactly like what you said." said Toru Watanabe.

"Koizumi Aona" lowered her head and looked at her shoes.

"Watanabe."

"Ok?"

"Where is this?" Before saying this, Koizumi Aona was silent for a long time.

Maybe what you want to say is not this, but thank you? Or something else?

"Dream on." Watanabe Toru said casually.

"I guess it wasn't a dream."

"Oh?"

"It is very likely a gap between time and space, and our two souls are communicating across time and space!" Koizumi Aona speculated seriously.

"I see." Watanabe Toru nodded, "That makes sense."

The truth is not that romantic.

In order to so-called protect basic human rights, the system does not allow the soul of "Koizumi Aona" to escape reality and go to places where it should not go.

That's it.

As for why he appeared here, only the system knew.

"Koizumi-san..."

"Call the teacher!"

"Teacher Koizumi, no matter whose fault it is, let it go. People can't always dwell on the past. This way, they will never be happy."

"But...I almost killed you."

"Isn't it all right? If you're talking about regrets, then there's no need to do that. Even I have a lot of regrets that I wish I could start my life over again."

"'Even if it's me'? You say that as if you're something great." Koizumi Aona said unconvinced.

“I’m nothing special, so I want to be special.”

"No, no, I think... you are already amazing."

"Thank you." Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

"Koizumi Aona" felt embarrassed. She scratched her snow-white neck and changed the subject:

"By the way, this is the first time you see me, right? How is it?"

"Stand up and let me see."

"Okay!" Koizumi Aona jumped up, ran to the stairs, and stood on the shrine path.

She turned around and looked expectantly at Toru Watanabe who was sitting on the steps.

With the help of fireflies and the bright moonlight, Watanabe Toru looked at the sixteen-year-old "Koizumi Aona" in front of him.

She was wearing a custom-made shirt from school, with the sleeves rolled up to her arms in a cool way, a knee-length skirt, and beautiful eyes, looking fearless.

Noticing Toru Watanabe's gaze, 'Koizumi Aona' put down her sleeves embarrassedly.

"Very cute." said Toru Watanabe.

"Hehe." 'Koizumi Aona' laughed proudly and shyly.

“It’s like a New Year’s shrine bonfire.”

"The New Year's shrine bonfire?" Koizumi Aona asked in confusion.

"On a cold day, a huge bonfire with a bunch of whole logs lit, throw some firewood on it, and the sparks will drift like rain and mist. You are so lovely."

"I don't understand." She shook her head and then laughed inexplicably.

Watanabe Toru also laughed.

Across the steps of the shrine, "Koizumi Aona" stared at Watanabe Toru.

"What's wrong? What's the difference between my soul and body?" Watanabe Toru stood up and let her look at him.

"A little bit."

"Not handsome enough?"

"No, I just feel that your soul looks so gentle."

"gentle?"

"Yes, she is a soul that does not blame others, forgives everything, and is full of tenderness." Koizumi Aona affirmed.

"I won't forgive everything." Watanabe Toru laughed, "It's just that instead of finding fault with others, I prefer to find my own faults first, and then, um - how should I put it, I don't like to impose anything on others."

"Don't like to impose on others? What do you mean?"

“For example, if you are willful, I don’t like it, but I won’t make you not willful so that I like you.”

"I am willful?!"

"Ok?"

"I, I, I just spoke a little louder!"

"Ah, I really can't hate Mr. Koizumi's way of improvising." Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

"Koizumi Aona" burst out laughing.

Toru Watanabe walked up the steps and came to her side.

"Go back. If you don't wake up, your parents will be worried," he said.

"Yeah." "Koizumi Qingnai" nodded.

She took a few steps toward the swarms of fireflies - they seemed to have been waiting for her - and then she turned back.

Watanabe Toru raised his arm slightly, and "Koizumi Aona" also shook her hand gently.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Chapter 255 The Day of Change

Chiyoda, Jimbocho.

Kujo's mother walked back to the living room from the garden and handed the flower scissors to the servant.

"Mother?" Miki Kujo came down from upstairs neatly dressed.

"It's rare to see you getting up so early." Kujo's mother said with a smile.

Kujo Miki walked down the stairs and sat at the dining table. The servant brought breakfast.

"I heard that something unpleasant happened yesterday?" Kujo's mother sat next to her daughter, supporting her chin with her hands.

Her behavior, expression, and appearance were like those of a beautiful woman in her early twenties.

"Nothing." Miki Kujo drank some milk and quickly ate breakfast.

"You're staying in the hospital for a whole day for nothing? I heard those people from Jingliu were seriously injured?"

"Who said that?"

"secret."

Kujo Miki put down her knife and fork, drank the milk in one gulp, and wiped her mouth: "I'm done."

She stood up from her seat and walked outside.

Mother Kujo looked at her daughter's back as she left.

"I underestimated you, Watanabe." She said to herself.

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When Miki Kujo rushed to the hospital, Toru Watanabe was already up.

She saw him standing by the window, his hands in his pockets, overlooking Tokyo in the early morning.

The relaxed demeanor and sure footed position on the ground indicate that the body has fully recovered.

"Meiji?" He turned around and smiled slowly.

The morning light fell on his handsome face, and Kujo Miki couldn't help but stare at him, lost in thought for a moment.

"Are you feeling well?" She walked over.

Watanabe Toru naturally reached out and held his beautiful girl in his arms.