I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

The corn was soaked in hot water, and the whole person became quite listless.

Sato Shiro, growing impatient, picked up a brush and started brushing the tomboy's fur, even lighting a cigarette in the process.

The tomboy was much quieter in this form.

After brushing the feathers and back, Sato Shiro threw the brush and towel in front of her.

"You clean the front yourself, and get it out of this basin before I get back, understand?"

The tomboy gave a dissatisfied "oh".

"Oh."

Sato didn't care about any of that and just put the mattress, blankets, and pillows into the washing machine.

Back in his room, Sato Shiro ignored the tomboy who was trying to hide his true feelings and sat down on a stool.

"Um, I'm done washing, but I don't have a dry towel."

Sato Shiro glanced impatiently at the tomboy, got up, took a bath towel from his closet, and threw it at the tomboy's face.

Seeing that Sato Shiro wasn't paying attention to him, the tomboy's last bit of shame disappeared, and he dried himself off with a towel.

"hiss....."

The tomboy let out a painful hiss.

The pain was caused by the towel brushing against the wound.

Sato Shiro got up and searched in his closet again, finding a T-shirt and a pair of underwear.

"Clothes and pants, you know how to put them on, right?"

The tomboy got angry.

"Who do you look down on?"

He then picked up his clothes and put them on.

After a short while, the tomboy awkwardly asked for help: "What is this rope for?"

Sato Shiro turned around, looked at the T-shirt worn inside out, one hand holding up the pants, the other gripping the drawstring, and the pants still drooping down, and sighed.

He stepped forward, pulled up his pants, and tied the rope around them.

He then straightened the tomboyish T-shirt that he had worn inside out.

I also used a bath towel to carefully dry the tomboy's hair and feathers.

The tomboy looked at Sato Shiro with a somewhat blank expression.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Upon hearing "little devil," the tomboy bristled.

"You're the little brat, I'm a grown man, okay?"

Sato Shiro chuckled dismissively.

"He really is a real brat."

At this moment, Feng Zejian pushed open the door, saw the scene before him, and revealed a subtle smile.

"You've finished all the work, now you know to come over."

Feng Zejian looked aggrieved and took out a lunchbox from his pocket.

"You heartless person, I went to the nearby supermarket to buy you a bento box, and I even kept it warm for you the whole way there, and you..."

As the bento box swayed in the wind, the tomboy's eyes swayed along with it.

"Thank you very much."

Kazema, carrying a bento box, passed it past the tomboy and handed it to Sato Shiro.

Ignoring the drooling tomboy, Sato Shiro continued eating his bento.

We can't let her take this one.

Feng Zejian looked at the tomboy.

"You look like you really want to eat a bento box."

The tomboy nodded innocently.

"Mmm, it looks delicious."

Feng Zejian took out a sandwich from his pocket.

"We're out of bento boxes, but I have this."

"Give me!"

The tomboy stared at the sandwich, drooling, and leaped forward to snatch it.

In a swift and elegant movement, Feng Zejian sent the tomboy sprawling face-first into the dirt.

"Look, what's the rush? You can have a sandwich, but you have to answer my questions properly."

"Now, go back to bed and sit quietly."

Upon hearing this, the tomboy sat cross-legged on the bed, staring expectantly at the sandwich.

"your name."

The tomboy raised his hand. "Kuroba Asuka, that's the name my mom gave me. Can I have it now?"

"Wait, I haven't finished asking yet."

"Then hurry up."

Feng Zejian smiled.

"You're really impatient. Okay, next question."

"Who put you in this state?"

Tomboy Kuroba Asuka paused, then scratched his head.

"All I know is that I met a human. She gave me lots of delicious food and invited me to her house. There were many people in her house. They were all very happy to see me and said a lot of things that I couldn't understand."

"Then they gave me food, then I fell asleep, and then I woke up. They tied me up and cut my body. It hurt so much. They were drawing something on the ground with their blood. There were many white people around me whose faces I couldn't see, and they were chanting some words that I still couldn't understand. My head hurt a lot. Then I ran away with the crow feathers my mother had left me."

"Can I have that thing now?"

Black Feather Bird looked at Kaze Sawa with great anticipation.

Feng Zejian tossed the sandwich over, then frowned.

"White people?"

Sato Shiro explained, "The person dressed in white, if I'm not mistaken, is probably involved in the transformation ritual of a Zashiki-warashi."

"what is that?"

"Zashiki-warashi are spirits that can bring prosperity to a family, but they are rare. So some people create Zashiki-warashi by binding a spirit with a certain amount of luck to the family through a blood pact, and forcibly absorbing the spirit's luck."

Feng Zejian nodded, then asked another question.

"Black Feather Bird, how did you get here? Logically speaking, people like you should have a separate area to live in, and you shouldn't just appear anywhere."

Black Feather Bird scratched his head sheepishly.

"Actually, I secretly followed my mother's group. My mother went out to visit friends without taking me, saying that I would embarrass her. How did I embarrass her? Thinking this, I followed her, and then, and then I lost her."

Kazema and Sato were utterly speechless.

Some people have a good life but insist on going out to seek thrills; they deserve to die.

And even after encountering something like this, they still don't learn their lesson and all they know is to eat.

"Delicious."

Black Feather Bird trembled with happiness.

Chapter 133 Reunion with the Girl Next Door

Sato Shiro patiently asked, "When are you leaving?"

"I'll leave once I'm healed."

"When will your injury heal?"

"I don't know, but definitely not now."

Sato Shiro was convinced.

This tomboy is probably going to stay here for a while.

"I'm going to the county to buy some clothes for the children, and I'll buy her a set too."

Just as Feng Zejian was about to leave, his cell phone rang.

Black Feather Bird's eyes widened immediately.

She had never seen such a noisy little thing before.

Feng Zejian glanced at the number; it was Feng Zeli calling.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zejian answered the call.

"Brother, I heard you've gone back home?"

Feng Zejian frowned.

"Who did you listen to?"

“I asked your homeroom teacher, and she said you live near home.”

Feng Zejian forgot about his assigned role.

"What's up?"

"Excuse me, could you please go home and retrieve my student records?"

“That’s your home, not mine. It’s not appropriate for me to go there. You can send it there by mail or have your parents deliver it to you.”

"Oh, brother, it's just for a quick retrieval, please help me, please."

Feng Zejian let out a long sigh of relief.

"Row."

"Brother, you're the best, mua."

Feng Zejian hung up the phone immediately.

He also became quite depressed.

"Hey kid, are you alright?"

Feng Zejian shook his head.

"It's okay. I'm leaving first."

Feng Zejian left the orphanage.

There's still some distance to where you can hail a taxi.

After walking for a while, Feng Zejian arrived at the taxi stand and got into a taxi.

We arrived at the clothing store in the county.

Since it's an outer garment, there's no need to worry about the size; it doesn't matter if it's a little larger.

Feng Zejian goes to brand stores, not because he likes big brands, but because he feels that although brands have a premium, they are durable. Street vendor goods are cheap, but if they don't last more than a few days, they are meaningless.

Feng Zejian bought several hundred sets of clothes at a children's clothing store, some of which were duplicates and some were for the changing season.

Thinking that there were still some children in the welfare home who were in school, I went to another store and bought dozens more sets of winter and summer clothes.

Based on his body shape from memory, I bought Sato a casual outfit, as well as a suit, tie, and leather shoes.

A man can't do without a proper outfit; you never know when you might need it.

If we're talking about things, there are some things we can do without, but we can't be without them.