My followers have invincibility written all over their faces

"Didi, Didi, Didi—Didi, Didi, Didi—"

I struggled to open my eyes. This is actually not an easy challenge, because last night I went to 1 o'clock to play the Otome game. Now I feel like my eyelids are glued. The tiny gap between the eyelashes and the lower eyelid to see what's in front of you.

In the end I chose to give up, closed my eyes with peace of mind, and stretched out my hand to try to find the alarm clock that should have been placed on the bedside table by luck.

"Alarm... clock..." I gradually couldn't lift my hand again, feeling sleepy about to win the tug-of-war, "Alarm..."

"……bell."

I hung my arms weakly, thinking that I should just sleep for a while, but the hand that was supposed to fall on the bed touched something not very good.

There appears to be a large, long object lying beside my bed.

Is it my shark pillow?I tried to bend my arm to pull it into my arms, but the touch was completely different from the soft and fluffy shark pillow, which was warm and slightly harder.After I hugged this big thing, my dull brain started to turn a little bit, thinking about when I bought such a big white pillow.

"...Sorry." I heard a man's voice say, "Can you please let go?"

Immediately, I lost all sleepiness, wrapped in the quilt, a carp bounced up, and nearly rolled under the bed.

"Who are you!!!" I screamed, "You even forcibly broke into my house in broad daylight, I, I, I, I know Bajiquan, if you dare to do anything to me, you will lose your money in five minutes." I was able to turn him over to the police station—"

The man sighed, and sat up slowly. He slightly helped his white peaked cap, and whispered in Daisuke Ono's voice:

"Yeah, yay, thieves."

Under my vigilant gaze, he reached out to touch the alarm clock that was still ringing.But what was very strange was that his fingers passed directly over the dial of the alarm clock, and it was the same after the second and third attempts.

The way I looked at this man became strange.

"You..." I whispered, "Are you a ghost?"

The man looked at me silently, hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe."

I asked again: "Then, why did I meet you?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know."

Still wrapped in a small quilt, I cautiously moved out of bed, walked around to the man with bare feet, fixed my eyes on him, and reached out to press the alarm clock.

"...It seems that I am not a ghost." I breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, what the hell are you, uncle? Can't you be reincarnated because of resentment? Did you die at my door? Do you need me? Go to the shrine and find a master to recite scriptures for you?"

My string of questions went unanswered by the man, whose dark green eyes scanned the furnishings of my room, and then turned back to my face, inch by inch, from my messy, exploding orange hair after a night of sleep. And the dangling hair on the top of my head, to my eyes that still have some biological tears, and then to the small zit that popped out on my chin because of my menstrual period last week.

I was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, but in order not to lose my momentum, I also stared back with wide eyes, from his weird white peaked cap with "JO" metal ornaments sewn on it, to his deep-lined, handsome and charming facial features, and then To his body tightly wrapped in a black turtleneck sweater——

"Uncle, let me explain in advance that although you are indeed handsome, I don't have time to start a entanglement with you that is unique to otome games, because I have to go to school soon." I slowly moved to the closet, " My house doesn’t have mahogany swords, or dog blood, salt and rice are in the kitchen, as long as you don’t mess around, you’ll be fine.”

The man stood up from my bed—he should be floating—to be precise—and then moved to the door of my room. After he stood up, I intuitively noticed that the ghost was really super tall. He walked through the door and gave me Leave room for a change of clothes.I don't care where he goes during this time, the time on the alarm clock shows that I have wasted 5 precious minutes before school with this handsome guy.I quickly put on my school uniform, put on my socks, and slipped on my feet, opened the door and rushed to the bathroom.

"—Uncle, why are you still here!" When I looked at the mirror and picked up the comb and began to braid myself, the tall male ghost appeared behind me again, and I asked vaguely with the hair tie in my mouth: " Do you want to come and see me wash my face?"

"No." The male ghost said briefly, "I found that I can't stay 3 meters away from your side."

"What do you mean?" I grabbed a lock of hair on the left side, raised my arm and wrapped the velvet hair tie around it, "You can't stay 3 meters away from me—wait a minute, didn't you say that?"

I turned around and looked at the still calm male ghost: "You became the spirit behind my binding?!"

"It should be possible to say that." The male ghost said, "It seems that we will be each other's roommates for the time being."

"I'm Jotaro Kujo."

I stretched out my hand to him in a daze: "Fujimaru Tachika."

"—Please give me more advice."

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I walked briskly to the classroom, saying hello to my classmates along the way.Jotaro followed me with his hands in his pockets, silently surveying the campus.

On the way to school, Jotaro and I briefly exchanged information about each other.I am a 16-year-old ordinary female high school student, my parents are on a business trip, and I am currently living alone - but it is not dangerous for me to live alone, because I have learned Bajiquan!

"Drink, ha!" I waved my fist quietly, "Eat me with a trick of 'tiger climbing the mountain hard'!"

Jotaro said, "Well, it's very intimidating."

I always thought he was a great read.

What happened to Kujo Jotaro was much more bizarre.The guy was 29 years old, an American-Japanese marine adventurer, and a Ph.D. In 1999, he died unexpectedly in an accident, and when he woke up, his spirit appeared beside me.

"Hey!" I was surprised, "but this year is 2016! Are you a ghost who has been wandering for 17 years?"

"I don't know." Jotaro stood by my desk, watching me take out the pencil case from my schoolbag and place it neatly on the desk, "I don't have any relevant memories."

"Hey..." I rested my chin on my hand, picked out my favorite pink gel pen from the pencil case, and turned it around, "What about your family and friends? Do you want to go to the school?" look at them?"

Jotaro hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice, "I don't know if they are still here."

"You have to try!" I said, "I can help you investigate your family's situation, but accordingly, you have to make a deal with me."

Jotaro asked, "What deal?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you do some metaphysics or send you to a ghost hunter." I clapped my hands happily, "Since you are American-Japanese and have a doctorate degree, your English Should be fine, right?"

Jotaro seemed to have guessed what I was thinking: "Do you want me to help you with the exam?"

"It's not a complete exam!" I plausibly said, "I just need you to give me some pointers when I don't know the questions, that's all, this kind of deal is very worthwhile!"

Jotaro sighed.

"I'm going to fight thieves, I'll try my best." He said, "I've almost forgotten all the knowledge I learned in high school."

Deal done!I excitedly raised my right hand to him: "Yes! Give me a high five!"

Jotaro reluctantly took his hand out of his pocket, and patted me lightly: "High five."

The desk behind me looked at me talking to the air in a little confusion, she poked my back and asked in a low voice, "Lixiang, what were you doing just now?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm talking to my virtual friends. You must have had friends when you were a kid, the kind of imaginary friends?"

The back desk felt even weirder: "Yes, but...but I couldn't see her after I was 10 years old."

I pretended to be sorry: "That's a pity. I hope you can meet her again, after all, that is the symbol of your innocence and purity in childhood."

Back table: ? ? ?

Jotaro seemed to be holding back a laugh.

After class, I couldn't fully concentrate on the class.I quietly turned my head to look at Jotaro, and the 29-year-old Dr. Kujo was floating beside me in a sitting position, staring at the writing on the blackboard as if he was listening carefully.

"Hi, uncle." I called him in a low voice, "Do you need to eat?"

Jotaro turned his head to look at me, raised his index finger in front of his lips, and signaled me to listen carefully.

I snickered and looked at the blackboard again. While he was not paying attention, I opened my notebook again, scratched a sentence on it, and moved it to the desk to show him.

[The way you made the 'shh' gesture just now is so handsome! ]

Jotaro coughed when he saw my words, "Listen to the class carefully."

I pulled the notebook back and scratched out another sentence: [Were you very popular when you were alive? ]

Jotaro's eyes were still looking at the blackboard: "Probably."

[Don't answer so ambiguously!If someone like you were to be a teacher in our school, there would be a lot of girls like you!Maybe someone will make a mistake on purpose and want to be scolded by you in the office. ]

Jotaro pursed his lips and did not answer.

I knocked the eraser off the ground with my elbow, then pretended to bend down to pick it up, and took the opportunity to reach out and tug on Jotaro's sleeve.

[How is your name written? Which Chinese character does KUJOJOTARO correspond to? ]

Jotaro looked down at me helplessly: "I remember that derivatives are very important high school mathematics content. Are you really not listening to the class?"

"I'll understand when I read the book after school." I whispered, "Tell me how your name is written! Uncle~ Ah, or do you prefer to hear me call you Doctor? Doctor, tell me , doctor~"

"Fujimaru!"

I jumped up reflexively: "Yes!"

The teacher looked at me suspiciously: "What were you muttering just now? Come on, tell me, what is the derivation of this formula?"

I clenched my fists, stared at the algebraic formula on the blackboard for a while, and said, "After derivation, after derivation is..."

Jotaro said, "It's 3x-2ex."

I immediately repeat: "3x-2ex!"

The math teacher smacked his mouth in frustration: "By the way, that's fine, you can sit down."

I breathed a sigh of relief, put my hands on the desk obediently and listened to the class for a while, and when the teacher turned his back to write on the blackboard, I immediately turned around and blew a kiss to Jotaro: "Thank you, doctor!"

Jotaro pressed down on the brim of his hat, and tried to flatten the corners of his mouth: "It's nothing, but you really need to listen carefully to the class."

"Okay, I got it." I muttered, "I didn't expect to be bound by a ghost like my father. Although he is a handsome guy...well, but fortunately he is a handsome guy, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear to control me like this."

Jotaro glanced at me: "I'm only 13 years older than you."

"You're almost twice my age, uncle—"

The number of times he sighed today is really a bit too much: "...you kind, you kind of beat thieves."

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I pushed the shopping cart "Oh oh oh oh—" and ran in the empty corridor of the supermarket, Jotaro floated beside me, always ready to give me a hand when I couldn't stop the car.

"Attention, Dr. Kujo! Fujimaru No. 1 is giving you instructions!" I called, "The next target is the cold storage area, I'm going to buy yogurt! RushB, GoGoGo!"

Jotaro followed me and turned helplessly: "Be careful there are people ahead."

"This requires Dr. Kujo to investigate! Please, Dr. Kujo, report the situation of the enemy for me!" I swept down a few boxes of chocolate-flavored Pocky from the shelf next to me, "Yeah, mission A is in hand! By the way, Doctor Do you like Pocky? There should be Pocky in 99, right?"

"Yes, but I..." His eyes wandered, "I don't eat much."

"That's right, a hunk like a doctor shouldn't eat such sweet snacks." I put my hands on the shopping cart and stepped on the horizontal bars of the shopping cart, "Doctor, come and push me !"

I thought he was going to push my back, but Jotaro put his hands on my waist, and then exerted a slight force, leading me forward at a moderate speed.

I could feel the warmth of his broad palms passing through my school uniform to my skin, relying on the fact that he couldn't see his blush behind me, I ordered him even more arrogantly: "Hurry up, doctor, hurry up! "

"It's not good if it's too fast. The shopping cart can't control the change of direction at high speed." Jotaro whispered in my ear, "Your safety is more important."

After I finished speaking, not only my face was red, but my ears must also be red.

"Hey, Doctor," I said, "it's so easy to get me wrong when you say that."

"What's wrong?" He looked very upright.

I immediately said: "Don't you know that, as an ignorant adolescent female high school student, I am easy to imagine things? What's more, you are so handsome, and you are the soul behind me! Your personality is simply playing for Otome However, if we don’t have anything to do next, I’m sorry for this setting!”

Jotaro smiled.

"What do you want to happen?"

My right leg comes down from the bar of the shopping cart and hits the ground hard to brake.Jotaro was also about to let go, but I immediately grabbed his arm.

"Dr. Kongjo." I turned sideways and turned my head slightly to look at him, "You can't escape unscathed after teasing me. As an adult, you have to take responsibility."