[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

I feel more and more that Mr. S is a terrible ghost. (breathing smoke rings)

The gentle Mr. S in my previous impression must be my own imagination, right?The current ghost animal image is his true essence.

To be honest, Mr. S in my heart has already begun to move towards the scary image of a wolf in sheep's clothing...

Thinking about it carefully, the fact that the girl of my dreams is actually a ghost is super scary!

But, what is even more frightening is that I still continue to regard him as the lover of my dreams!

...Could it be that I'm really a shiver in my subconscious? (shaking)

I felt like my worldview was collapsing and I needed to rebuild my understanding of myself.

However, Mr. S seems to be very happy to see me and quickly get to know myself again, because in his words-"You may be thought to have epilepsy by your current appearance."

...that's nervous, okay?

People like Mr. S, who are born with their own bgm and can despise everything calmly and despise everything, will not understand the feeling of nervousness!

That's right, I have to say that the happy time (with Mr. S) is so short, and the time has come to the weekend before I know it, the day when I have an appointment with my parents.

Just like Mr. S said, the investigation of the reasons for the divorce must be delayed, and the most important thing cannot be postponed.

For example - explain that "I" don't want to get divorced.

I have never experienced such a nervous feeling when I see my parents.

Probably the last time I got 34 points in the elementary school math test but asked the parents to sign... Congratulations, my dad didn't beat me up.

But now I have to face it with another identity, I always feel complicated and...very worried that I will be exposed =_=.

Mr. S agreed with my point of view for the first time, thinking that I would reveal my stuff in about 10 minutes.

I think Mr. S's title in our team can be called "The Berserker who has focused on despising the captain for 50 years" or "I will really die if I don't laugh at you." Of course, you can have both.

By the way, my title is "Battle Power UpupupのVitality Beautiful Girl".

Mr. S once again brought into play the essence of his big devil, thinking that my title should be called "Psychopath with IQ down to negative value".

It is plausible that I am now losing my memory, which is a kind of mental illness...

I think that instead of complaining about the title Mr. S gave me, it would be better to complain about him participating in this kind of boring nickname game.

(Holding hands together) Is Mr. S living in his heart like me, a Peter Pan who will never grow up? (Mr. S: "I'm going to throw up.")

... All in all, even if there is a gag between Mr. S and I, what should come will still come.

When you are at home, you can hide and not meet the neighbors you know, but you still have to do things like facing your parents.

The meeting place was a tea house with high taste and style, obviously the location chosen by Mr. S, and a special box was reserved.

The overall design is Japanese style, with a few green branches faintly protruding from the window.The room was very warm with the heater turned on, even the floor where I was kneeling was also warm.

Although I am not picky about Mr. S's taste!But looking at the numbers on the menu that seem to be sky-high prices to me, I still have the urge to kneel. I can't imagine how much it would cost to book a box if a cup of tea is so expensive...

At this moment, the image of a petty bourgeois in my heart coincides with the virtuousness of a married woman who is diligent and thrifty in housekeeping.

"There are still 5 minutes until the appointment time, don't be nervous."

Mr. S glanced at the high-end watch in his hand, and very calmly picked up the teapot and poured me a new cup.

I couldn't help but stare at Mr. S's standard movements like a textbook like a snake spirit, and my eyes almost straightened.

While thinking "How can he do everything so beautifully? The hand holding the teapot is so beautiful that I want to lick it", while trembling with fear for what seems to be the next thing.

…Unexpectedly, I also experienced the legendary treatment of the two heavens of ice and fire today.

"How does it feel?"

Mr. S picked up the teacup and asked lightly.

"...To be honest, I don't feel anything right now."

Because it's numb.

"Oh?" Mr. S didn't look sideways, even when he said oh, it didn't look like he was asking rhetorically, and he asked several questions in a flat tone before I could answer.

"If you ask about the reconciliation situation, have you thought about how to answer it? If you bring up the reason for the divorce before, have you prepared how to explain it? If you ask a few more questions, talk about the relationship between the current living conditions and my relationship. Class, how are you going to deal with it?"

"……………………"

I think there must be a test paper in front of me.

Mixed with all the topics I do not know, including the most difficult mathematics and physics.

And the head teacher was standing in front of me, waving a small leather whip and viciously saying that if you can't get a perfect score in the exam, don't even think about marrying Mr. S!

...But I still...really...don't know...

There is no need for any language at all, Mr. S understands me, as easy as understanding a barking husky (not).

He just looked at me quietly, then put down the teacup in his hand, and said to me very seriously.

"Now, don't you feel nothing?"

……

tat.

I feel like my face is starting to twitch.

Thanks to Mr. S, I, who was already numb, started to fall into strange tension again.

...Mr. S, I guess I must have owed you a lot of money in my previous life, right?

At such a critical moment, Mr. S didn't go any further, but ordered the cup of tea in front of me with his chin.

It's the one he just poured for me, and I haven't had a sip yet.

"Try it."

He said so.

Unlike Mr. S's careful pouring and slow drinking, I don't know anything about the tea ceremony, so I just picked up the cup and took a big gulp, but the scent of tea overflowing in my mouth slowed down my swallowing movement.

It was still hot when it was poured in, but the temperature is just right now. In this weather, it seems like a tranquilizer, slowly soothing my tense nerves.

"How about it?"

Watching me finish the cup of tea slowly, Mr. S poured me another cup and asked.

“Unexpectedly good...”

I honestly admit that I thought it would be as bitter and difficult to drink as instant tea, but I didn't expect it to taste so good.Originally thought that such an expensive place was dedicated to slaughtering fools and speeds, but it seems that it is not in vain.

But... Maybe Mr. S's craftsmanship also has certain factors?

After only being together for a few days, he has almost become an almighty god in my heart. Is there anything in this world that can stump him qaq?

sometimes……

The male god is too good, it is also a kind of pressure...

↑From the frustrated me.

"If you ask about this aspect, you just need to say that it is my fault. Just be vague about the specific mistake, and the parents will not deliberately ask."

Mr. S opened his mouth quietly again when I was not prepared.

"Now I have obtained your forgiveness, so I can continue to be together. Because they may be asked at the same time, it is best to unify the caliber... In this way, your parents should also be happy that they don't have to divorce."

wait wait wait……

There's nothing wrong with this theory, but...

——Does Mr. S seem like a person who makes mistakes? !

The infallible Mr. S continued.

"After that, I will go on a short trip to Hokkaido, Tokyo, in order to repair the relationship, which just happened to find a reason for our investigation. My temporary suspension of work can also be regarded as my sincerity to ask for forgiveness. If it is explained in this way, Basically, there are no major loopholes."

Although he was still laughing at me before, the one who is reliable at the critical moment is Mr. S!

How could I not have the IQ to make up a story in seconds!

But... Sure enough, I still can't say that Mr. S made a mistake! ?And if Mr. S should bear the trumped-up charges, I am very afraid that I will be slapped to death =_=.

Let the lover of my dream suffer this kind of grievance, and my girl's heart will also feel uneasy qaq.

"You don't have to worry about that."

After listening to my question, Mr. S waved his hand very confidently.

"After all, I am not a perfect god, so I will make mistakes naturally. Especially..."

He hesitated for a moment before lowering his head slightly to look at the teacup in front of him, but his tone was still straightforward and natural.

"—Especially when it comes to your business."