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Masako Maori raised her head hesitantly, and met Satoshi Mishima's worried eyes.

Frowning unconsciously, Masako Moriya simply ignored the hand extended by the other party, stood up neatly with her own strength, and after moving her hands and feet, she replied truthfully, "Mr. Mishima is worried. It's okay, except for some scratches on the palm."

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the front." Satoshi Mishima said apologetically, "Why don't I take Miss Mori to the clinic for a bandage."

"...Then please trouble Mr. Mishima." Masako Mori looked at the handsome young man standing in front of her, slightly frowned, and agreed.

"Is there something bothering Mr. Mishima?" While letting the doctor treat the wound, Masako Mori looked sideways at the young man who was unconsciously showing depression, and opened the topic seemingly casually, "Is there anything troubling you can do?" Tell me, tell me, it's better to confide in someone than to be bored in one's heart."

"No, not at all, miss Mori..." Satoshi Mishima who came back to his senses hastily denied it.

Masako Mori glanced lightly at the doctor who was bandaging herself, then deliberately turned her gaze to Satoshi Mishima's face, and said her own guess, "Could it be because of Junko-sensei."

"Miss Mori..." Hearing what she said, Satoshi Mishima smiled wryly, "Can you stop being so sharp?"

"Probably not." Masako Mori cooperating with a slightly cruel smile, "Since you like Teacher Junko, why don't you choose to confess."

Satoshi Mishima was silent for a while, and then opened the conversation, "Probably because... I don't have the courage."

Masako Mori smiled at the right time, expressing that she was all ears.

"Miss Mori also knows that Junko and I are college classmates, and the relationship between friends has remained to this day. If I confessed rashly, I'm afraid I won't even be friends."

"...Is that so." Masako Moriya tilted her head, while retracting her bandaged hands, stood up from the chair, but brought up another topic.

"Mr. Mishima hasn't eaten yet, why don't we find a restaurant and sit down and talk slowly." At this point, she added with a smile, "Please believe me, I am a competent person for all kinds of problems in love. Master class."

Looking for a restaurant nearby, Masako Mori tried to get more gossip from Satoshi Mishima while waiting for the food to be served.

"... Junko-sensei is very popular. I heard yesterday that Junko-sensei's new students seem to be proposing marriage when they meet. Mr. Mishima should be there at that time." Masako Mori propped her chin and watched with a smile on her face. Looking at the young man sitting across from him, there was obvious banter on his face.

"If you don't grasp the timing well, Teacher Junzi will be snatched away by others." Masako Mori touched her chin as she spoke, as if thinking of something interesting, she laughed, "I came here yesterday Mr. Gao Xian looks menacing, I think Mr. Runzi has a high chance of agreeing to him."

"Miss Mori, please don't say such things that irritate me anymore." Satoshi Mishima's character is not meek, but he can only continue to show a wry smile in front of unfamiliar people, pretending that he doesn't care.

"Then consider me joking, please don't mind, Mr. Mishima." Masako Mori shrugged nonchalantly, watched the waiter finish serving the food, took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick box and wiped them with a paper towel, Only then moved the chopsticks.

After eating lunch and paying the bill, Masako Mori simply parted ways with Satoshi Mishima, standing at the tram stop while waiting for the bus, thinking about how she would spend the few days without wages in the future.

She was so heartbroken, she hadn't worried about money like this for a long time.

Squeezing the dick with only a few hundred yen left in her hand, Masako Mori rubbed her temples with a headache.

Although the Maoli family can be regarded as a well-off family, it is not her style to ask her parents for money, and the living environment of the Maoli family... I don't want to see them at all...

Maori Masako, the parent who raised the original body, felt even more overwhelmed. Compared with her family, this seemingly incoherent family was even more disintegrating. Under the wrong three views, the original body would grow crookedly... normal?

...Although she herself is not qualified to say this...

The tram was approaching from a distance, causing a commotion. Masako Mori raised her head subconsciously, recovered from her wandering thoughts, and squeezed into the car with the flow of people.

Back at the training institution, Masako Mori returned to her job, turning a blind eye to the narrow-minded jokes of her colleagues.

"Is the date going well? Have you successfully rejected the other party?" Saeko supported the table with one arm and leaned towards Maori Masako's position.

Maori Masako used her mobile phone and computer to convert the prices, while she answered a few words absent-mindedly, "Probably, you should stop talking about me here, and hurry up and go about your own business."

"Hey, don't be so indifferent, please satisfy my curiosity." Sha Yeko exerted all her strength and began to make soft and hard foams, not to mention her cute and coquettish voice with pouting mouth.

"Go away and don't make trouble." Masako Maori's eyes were glued to the small mobile phone screen all the time, and her five fingers kept tapping on the screen. When encountering the harassment of Yaya Coconut, she just turned her body sideways and stopped talking to the other party .

"I don't want to~ satisfy my curiosity quickly, please."

"Hmm...you're so annoying." Masako Moore frowned impatiently, stood up and walked into the tea room, "I'm going to be lazy, and I'll leave it to you."

"Hey! Masako, don't be like this hahahaha." Sha Yeko, who was very happy to play tricks on her colleagues, finally couldn't help laughing.

Ninth see

After get off work, it's the long-lost shopping time.

With the last little money in her arms, Masako Mori lingered in the supermarket for a long time, calculating and calculating in her heart, and finally chose to buy a box of eggs, two bags of noodles and two boxes of pork curry.

Well, the salary will not be credited to the card until the beginning of next month, and it is only the end of October, and it is enough to save money with the little food at home.

After counting with her fingers and making sure there were no calculation errors, Masako Mori pushed the shopping cart and walked to the cashier to pay the bill.

Carrying food and walking out of the supermarket gate, Masako Mori took out her mobile phone to check the time, rubbed her stomach that hadn't eaten since noon, and started walking towards the apartment.

The street lamps near the apartment were lit every few meters, and almost every house in the apartment complex was still lit.

Masako Moriya found the house key by the light of the street lamp, and just as she was about to continue walking around the corner, she abruptly stopped because of the unfamiliar scenery that suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

Holding a key in her hand, Masako Mori stood under the streetlight and looked around carefully. Apart from a sports car parked at the door of the house, she couldn't see anything else.

After all, it was late at night, and there was no light at the door of the house, so it was strange to see clearly.

Rolling her eyes secretly, Masako Maori walked straight to the door of the apartment.

Stepping up the steps at the door and pressing the switch of the overhead light, Masako Mori looked at the boy sitting at the door and sighed helplessly.

She gently put the shopping bag aside, squatted on the steps with her arms around her knees, and looked at Renji Hachiya who appeared at the door of the house in the middle of the night with some distress.

After thinking and thinking, Masako Mori still broke the silence with a rather old-fashioned opening remark, "What are you doing at my house?"

The young man who had been hanging his head was finally willing to look up, and looked at her with dark and wet eyes. Under the light of the light, he looked innocent and pitiful, like a small animal that needed petting.

The motherhood in her bones suddenly broke out, Masako Moria looked at this underage who was nine years younger than herself, and finally couldn't hold back and stretched out a hand to put on the head of Renji Hachiya who was only one step away from her.

The young man's hair was abnormally soft, and the hair that was too short made his palms itch to the touch.

Maori Masako quickly withdrew her hand, and with a little warmth in her heart, she held the other's arm and stood up together, "It's almost ten o'clock now, go home quickly, minors have access control , I won’t see you off, go slowly.”

She let go of her hand while talking, and walked to the door of the house with the shopping bag again.

Holding the key in her hand, she inserted it into the lock cylinder. After two and a half turns, there was a slight click sound. Masako Mori pulled out the key and was about to push the door open when a hand suddenly came out from behind and pressed against the door frame. .

The hand in front of him had distinct joints and a fair complexion, and it was even more delicate than hers.

"No one is going to sleep with me tonight." The breath in his ears was warm, and seeing that she hadn't spoken, the young man went ahead and put his other arm around her waist, "I want to be with you."

"Pa --" mercilessly slapped away the evil hand of the other party, Masako Moore pushed open the door without saying a word and bent down to enter the room.

"Do you think I'm here as a shelter or a welfare institution? You can't find out what's wrong with me. Be so naive. I don't have the extra sympathy to perfuse you." Masako Maori said this sentence indifferently , was about to close the door, but the other party suddenly pushed the door open forcefully and stepped into the room.

"Get out." Masako Maori's expression remained unchanged, while she straightened her arms and pressed the switch of the wall lamp in the room, she squatted down, took off her shoes, walked into the living room with her socks on, and put the ingredients in her hand into the refrigerator.

"Don't." The door was closed, and Hachiya Ren