[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

Seven years ago, Mr. S and I met in college.

Yes, I also really want to complain about the fact that my IQ and grades are actually able to go to the same school as Mr. S (it is still a school with a pretty good domestic ranking), but no matter how you say it, it may be the guidance of fate, or it may be God’s sudden Mischief, we meet again.

And fell in love without warning(.)

It's terrible!

It's just that I haven't seen each other for three years in high school, Mr. S's IQ and taste have fallen to this point!

Kyoto, which raised an existence like mine, should not be underestimated!

In short, through various reasons, I lived together with Mr. S near the university without any shame, and lived a happy life.

According to Mr. S, at that time he had already officially entered the ranks of professional chess players, so he seldom went to school.As for me, because I was studying a relaxed foreign literature major, I didn't have too many courses.

The implication is that we spend most of the time alone in the cohabitation place.

As for what you do when you are alone...

I'm sorry I really don't have the guts to ask!Just let me satisfy my brain (saliva)!

As for the globe on the TV, it was bought when we bought it together for home use.

The purpose of putting it over there is also very simple, it is for passing messages... nonsense.

Well, it's probably "I won't come to dinner today, the dinner is ready in the kitchen, remember to heat it up, just press the button for 3 minutes." "I have an important game and I'm leaving first, remember you have class tomorrow morning , the alarm clock has been set, don’t be late.” “I’ll be back next week, if you’re free that day, let’s go out to eat together.” Something like that!

...I thought it would be a sweet talk from a horse, it's so sweet!

But sure enough, there are many flaws in this way?For example, the way I get along with Mr. S looks like a mother and a daughter who is not motivated and has no common sense in life? !

It's really hard work getting to know a girlfriend like me, Mr. S? !

According to what Mr. S said, the notes inside are well pressed over there, and have never been thrown away.After graduating from university and moving to Kyoto, no one came here, so it is very suspicious that the note is gone.

I...well I don't think that's suspicious at all.

"Maybe I just threw it away..." I scratched my face and dared to object, "To be honest, I think this is really something I can do..."

Mr. S looked at me silently for a while, and had to admit it.

"Indeed."

...At least hesitate before agreeing! ?

"There is one more thing to explain."

Mr. S sat down on the sofa leisurely, his expression as if he was ordering his younger brother activated his domineering aura.

"Although it is important to find out the reason for the divorce, I always think it is more important to restore your memory, so I have made an agreement with Shintaro to take you for regular checkups. It just so happens that he is only temporarily transferred to work in Kyoto, so he should It will be a good time to come back to work in Tokyo soon, in every way."

never mind.

I thought to myself, no matter what, I can't recover my memory.

Unless Einstein is reborn and helps me find the space-time tunnel, or the heavens hear my call and decide to grant one of my wishes, that super stupid Midorima will not cure me even if I see the disease a hundred times!

So I just waved my hand indifferently and answered perfunctorily.

"Oh oh oh, I got it, I got it."

Mr. S narrowed his eyes and turned his eyes around me.

Well, it seems that there is a chill seeping in, what's wrong...!

"...All follow your orders, absolutely, absolutely not in a serious state of mind!"

I frantically searched for it.

Facts have proved that professional householders like me who are looking for supplements cannot escape safely every time, especially in front of a super ghost like Mr. S, it is not advisable to have a fluke mentality!

"all?"

Mr. S laughed.

"When, of course..."

At this moment, I still don't understand what went wrong, and I'm holding on to the ground, silently praying in my heart that Mr. S is a good man with demeanor, responsibility and morality, and he will never do anything to embarrass me.

Then I heard him say—

"So, have you figured out how to sleep tonight?"

"...Ah, aha?!"

Mr. S seemed to be wondering what I didn't understand, and continued to speak in a normal manner in a tone that seemed to be asking "Have you eaten?"

"Didn't you see that there is only one bed?... You, don't you think I can sleep on the sofa?"

Yes, yes! ! (suddenly realize)

If it's normal for me, living together, living in the same room, and what happens is of course a normal thing!

But the me now... this development is too fast, isn't it?I'm still a pure girl at heart, okay?

Although I can no longer hide my desire for Mr. S!But suddenly this kind of shameful plot, I can't hold it anymore!

Since Mr. S said that he can't sleep on the sofa, then for the sake of Mr. S's delicate skin, I, a rough guy——

"This," Mr. S interrupted my thoughts, and pointed to the fabric sofa sitting under his body.

"This is an advanced technology imported from France. If you sleep on it for a long time, the damage will be immeasurable." He stroked the armrest of the sofa very regretfully, "So don't blame me, anyone lying on it Not at night."

What……! ?Is this sofa so expensive? !

Remembering that I was still rolling on it for a while, I suddenly had the urge to kneel.Even a sofa is so high-end, so the other things in this room are all antiques, right? !

...What can I do to save you, my rich boyfriend?

"That, that, that, that..."

After thinking hard for a while, I finally came up with something that probably wouldn't be too expensive.

"Otherwise I'll just sleep on the floor..."

Before the words on the ground could be said, Mr. S's face turned gloomy, which made me feel embarrassed to finish.

Wait... Did I say something wrong again...

It can't be that this floor is a sky-high floor, right? !Is it the super high-end floor used by the British royal family?Even stepping on it is a kind of damage?

"The floor can bear you, but... the bed sheets imported from Italy, do you spread them on the floor?"

The voice of Mr. S seems to be threatening. It seems that if I answer yes, I can see the ultimate of the universe.

"... Not to mention, except for the pillows and quilts, are you going to put them all on the ground you are stepping on now?"

I can be sure that if I answer yes, I will not see the sun tomorrow.

After thinking for a long time, I came up with a new and perfect plan. After three times in my mind, I confirmed that there were no mistakes, and then I applied for a report to Mr. S.

Although I don’t know why Mr. S still seems not very happy... no, very unhappy ==.

But he finally agreed with a sullen face.

yeah!

Finally figured out a plan that doesn't jeopardize anything!

I'm so smart!

So, at night, after taking a shower, I was smart and took out a list I had dug out from the storage room earlier, with a cute macaron pattern printed on it.

…Ah yes, the list was supposed to be for picnics, but now it has a new purpose.

I should be glad that Mr. S's picnic cloth is not a high-end product, right?

As I was thinking, I spread the macaron cloth on the floor next to the bed in the bedroom (this is also Mr. S’s instruction, which means that different rooms have different purposes and cannot be confused).

Put a gray u-shaped pillow for travel, and finally put an air-conditioning blanket as a quilt, and my "new bed" is complete!

While the total price is outrageously low (I'm guessing these were bought by me ten years from now), at least it's a bargain that can be ravaged by me in my sleep!

"...is this your bed?"

Mr. S who walked into the room without knowing when, suddenly asked a question behind me.

I was taken aback, but I patted the u-shaped pillow proudly.

"Yeah! How's it going? It looks good, doesn't it?"

Mr. S was silent for a while, probably because he didn't know how to respond to me, so he turned to a more tactful question to answer.

"...What kind of life did you live in the 18 years before you met me?"