[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

"Perception fine-tuning?"

"Yes." I nodded seriously, looked at his bewildered look, and patiently explained (nonsense), "For example, if someone harbors malice towards me, then I can use my personality to dispel this malice." Minimize it, on the contrary, if a person likes me, then I can also increase this liking to the maximum."

"So you did the same with those robbers just now?"

"That's right." I turned around and walked in front of him again, with my back turned to prevent him from seeing my smirking face, "After all, keep the malice to a minimum, maybe those people may think that I am their companion oh."

"Then they won't do anything to you." So she tricked the robbers like this?No, no, "This is not the degree of fine-tuning."

"No, no, no." I denied his words, "That's the degree to which you don't understand fine-tuning. If you perform multiple decrements, it can be reduced to a very small size. It's just a matter of time." The time in my mind and the real world The degree of passage of time is not consistent, and when the brain rotates faster, this time can also be approximated to an instant.

After hearing this theory, Aizawa Xiaota seemed to be convinced, but after thinking about it, he still felt that something was wrong.If they really regarded her as a companion, they would have clamored to take her away at the moment they were taken away, but their attitude towards the girl was not so much trust, but another kind of disregard.

That's right, Aizawa Xiaota felt that he was right.The group of criminals didn't give Li Cao Jingyang a look from the beginning to the end, as if she just didn't exist.

Therefore, he remained skeptical about this answer.

I am also happy that he has this attitude. If he really believes it, I will wonder if there is any trap in it.

Aizawa Shouta walked and thought all the way, and didn't notice that I had already pulled his scarf around him several times.Looking at the scarf that had completely fallen into his hand, he tried his best to put on a harmless smile, put the criminal's hand behind his back, and deliberately walked two steps slowly, hoping that he would find out later.

Looking at his appearance, I simply learned to let go of my thoughts. Occasionally, the barking of wild dogs came from the alleys passing by, which seemed to add a little vitality to this quiet night.

Unknowingly, I just followed for more than half of the street, and came to an apartment with a fully modern design. I watched him take out a card from his arms and swipe it into the building. I got in at the bend, for fear of being shut out by him.

"Can't you walk through the door properly?" Aizawa Yuta turned his head and looked at the door that had been opened by him, and as soon as he let go, he slowly closed it until there was a "click" locking sound.

"Hey, so you agreed with me to come in!" I thought he would throw me away halfway.

He rubbed his sore forehead due to lack of sleep, and looked a little impatient: "Otherwise, how about watching you become a girl who has lost her feet?" Either let her stay here for a night and learn her personality or completely Ignoring it, Aizawa Shouta chose the former.It is safest to keep unstable things under your nose.

I looked at him with black lines on my face, never expecting that the excuses I made up before were waiting here, as expected of a social person, I really learned something.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and I paid special attention to the house number: 118.

Aizawa Shouta's house is not big, with one living room, one bathroom and one bedroom, and the kitchen is an open kitchen. The small space has been used reasonably. Unlike his scruffy appearance, the room is very clean and tidy. I just feel that the cleanliness is a bit too much, and there is no furniture in the open space.

"Where do I sleep?" I looked around, and only that sofa could sleep, but if it was to monitor me, then he would definitely choose——

"You sleep in the bedroom, I'll sleep on the sofa." Aizawa Shouta said the answer in his heart, and without waiting for me to react, he dug out an eye mask from the sofa pillow, put it on himself, fell asleep .

Hey, Wei Wuhu sighed, there are still things I haven't finished asking.

"Hello." I leaned over and pushed him softly, "I want to take a shower, do you have any clothes?" But what responded was his slight snoring.

"Clothes clothes!" Although I know it's immoral to wake up people who are sleeping, it is my consistent rule not to take a bath and not to go to bed, especially other people's beds, because this problem is always criticized by Siganmu as a scumbag, but even I know it's really contrived, but I just don't repent.

Thinking of this, his subordinate's movements became more and more vigorous, but it was a pity that this person had completely fallen asleep and couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed, one couldn't help but sigh that the speed of falling asleep was too fast.

I had no choice but to go into his bedroom and look through to see if there was any suitable pajamas.

After saying sorry in a low voice, I opened the closet, and what I found was a series of black clothes, which were almost exactly the same as the one he was wearing today. Where did this come from wholesale?Finally, I managed to find a white shirt in the corner. After shaking it off, I found that it was full of the smell of a wooden cabinet that had been placed for a long time.

But there is nothing to dislike when people are under the roof.

The bathroom seems to be infrequently used, but it is commendable that it is fully equipped, and there is even a small bathtub for soaking in the bath.I hurriedly took a battle bath, but to my surprise, there was no hot water in his house. I thought back to the water heater I saw when I entered the entrance, but it hadn’t been turned on. It’s already midsummer, so taking a cold shower is no big deal.

Since I couldn't find a bath towel, I walked out wet, wearing a soaked white shirt, and walked out with a vacuum at the hem. Just sneezed.

I really overestimated myself.

Aizawa Shouta on the sofa seemed to be disturbed, turned over and there was no sound.

I glanced at him and found that he hadn't been awakened, let out a sigh of relief, carefully slipped across the sofa restricted area and quickly slipped into the bedroom and locked the door.This series of operations can be said to be extremely proficient, but it is indeed the first time for me to stay in someone else's home.

Looking at the clothes that are attached to the body, I feel a little bit distressed when the cold wind blows, and getting under the covers like this will wet the bed together.But in the end, sleepiness overcame everything, whether it was wet or dry, wouldn't it be all dry when tomorrow arrived?

Thinking of this makes me quite at ease.

The result was a fever the next day.