This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Seeing that Qianye Ying and Qianye Cang didn't react for a long time, but their eyes were a little dull, Beichuan Temple raised his head and asked, Do you have any questions?

Uh...no problem. Chiba Ying replied as if waking up from a dream.

Even though she said so, the pair of bright eyes still couldn't help showing a little bit of surprise.

This is the first time she has learned that there are other people who have similar abilities to them... No, no, it should be stronger than them.

Can 'dead air' really heal feet?

At least the name doesn't sound like a good class, does it? But there is a reason to try everything.

Thinking of this, Qianye Ying couldn't help but said to Qianye Cang behind her:

Cang...cooperate with Beichuan...Master Beichuan.

As soon as she said this, she saw a particularly strange expression on Beichuan Temple's face.

After a while, Beichuan Temple's face returned to indifferent, and his voice dropped several degrees: Don't call me Master Beichuan.

Well...?

Qianye Yingying is a very smart girl. She could tell that Beichuan Temple didn't seem too impressed with this title, so she racked her brains and came up with a word: Then...Senior Beichuan?

...Well. After hearing this address, Beichuan Temple nodded and looked down at her legs.

Chibakura and Kitagawa Temple transferred Chiba Hotaru from the wheelchair to the sofa.

Perhaps because she was always indoors, Chiba Hotaru wore a simple and elegant white half-length skirt, which happened to be conducive to Beichuan Temple's activities.

After all, if Qianye Ying was wearing jeans or something, wouldn't he still have the reputation of picking up girls' pants?

Beichuan Temple shook his head, raised his hand and pulled her skirt up.

... Qianye Ying's heartbeat accelerated a little.

If you lift it up, it will be panties. Beichuan Temple's decisive and crisp action made Chiba Hotaru subconsciously press down on the skirt.

But fortunately, Beichuan Temple didn't seem to have that kind of thought at all, and he stopped when he pulled the long skirt to the middle of his thigh.

Reality is reality—

In the second dimension, the appearance of a sick and weak girl sitting in a wheelchair for more than ten years with plump thighs is impossible in reality.

Chiba Hotaru's legs had already shrunk muscles, revealing bones.

Such ugly legs did not match her pretty and intelligent appearance at all.

Not only that, on these legs, Beichuan Temple also saw wisps of faint black air lingering outward.

These legs are close to 'death'.

Beichuan Temple groaned, flipping back and forth, his slender fingers were extremely dexterous.

Although Qianye Ying blushed, she did not stop Beichuan Temple at this time.

After all, her legs were already like that, and it was impossible for Beichuan Temple to play hooligans with such legs.

She took a forced breath,

Chiba Cang on the other side blinked, looking at Beichuan Temple's movements curiously, with a hint of expectation in his heart.

With Beichuan Temple's professional appearance, maybe he can really heal my sister's legs?

Even if my sister has been in a wheelchair for nearly ten years, but death is an extraordinary ability, which cannot be guessed with common sense.

If I could heal my sister's legs—

Qianye Cang glanced at Beichuan Temple silently, his eyes flickered, and his voice muttered:

This brother-in-law looks pretty good, too.

Beichuan Temple raised his head and looked at her expressionlessly: What are you talking about?

No! It's nothing! Chiba Cang opened his mouth with an incredulous expression on his face.

How did he hear that? Even my sister who was so close to me didn't hear her muttering, how did Beichuan Temple hear it?

Really? Beichuan Temple retracted his gaze, and looked at Qianye Ying's legs without hesitation, and slowly pressed towards Qianye Ying's legs with a dead air lingering between his five fingers.

Dead gas treatment.

A trace of death energy seeped into Chiba Yinger's legs, while Beichuan Temple continued to input the death energy in his hand, he looked at Qianye Ying and said:

Miss Ying, do you feel anything?

...It's a little hot...? Chiba Yingying said uncertainly, but her tone was full of surprise.

I actually felt hot!

She hasn't felt any sensation in her legs since she got into the wheelchair, but today she feels——

It's incredible!

At the moment when the dead air poured in, Chiba Ying seemed to feel warmth in both her legs, and the originally necrotic nerves seemed to be slowly recovering and gaining new life.

Senior Beichuan, what are you doing...?

Just when Chiba Yingying wanted to ask, Beichuan Temple shook her head and said:

not that simple.

Yes, it's not that simple.

Beichuan Temple clearly saw that the dead energy was effectively treated, but this treatment seemed to be saturated. After instilling it to a certain extent, Chiba Yingying's delicate legs could not absorb so much dead energy. up.

If death energy is compared to food, then Qianye Ying's legs are a hungry person, and it is not difficult for Beichuan Temple to 'fill' Qianye Ying's legs, but after they are full, they need a digest During the process of these dead qi, during this saturation process, the opponent's legs can no longer absorb his dead qi.

After learning this, Beichuan Temple raised his head and asked:

How are you feeling now?

It feels warm. Chiba Ying replied very obediently, she looked at Beichuan Temple with Yingying eyes, as if she wanted to push Beichuan Temple down as her own exclusive doctor.

Try and see if you can lift your feet up a little bit. Beichuan Temple said again, moving his hands away.

...Um.

Qianye Ying nodded, then gritted her teeth, her face flushed red.

With her efforts, her feet were visibly lifted by three centimeters.

This is too unbelievable. Chiba Cang, who had been watching from the sidelines, opened his mouth wide.

She could tell at a glance that Qianye Ying was using her thighs instead of her waist as usual.

That is to say...after a period of rehabilitation, Sister Ying can walk independently?

Chiba Cang was a bit unacceptable, but the fact was right in front of him.

You...you are too good, right? Chiba Cang stuttered when she looked at Beichuan Temple again.

Who would have thought that the person they always wanted to help would actually help them instead.

It's only scratching the surface and it will take time to fully recover.

However, Beichuan Temple's mood did not fluctuate at all because of the surprise of the twins Chiba Cang and Qianye Ying.

He straightened his back and stood up, without changing his tone, he said, That's all for today, give me a pen and paper.

...Paper and pen for you? Chibakura blinked.

Beichuan Temple took a deep look at Chiba warehouse, and then said: Write down my contact information and address, I can't go here every day.

Ah, oh! Chiba Cang woke up like a dream, she nodded, and immediately ran to get the paper and pen.

Beichuan Temple shook his head silently.

Why is Chiba Ying so shrewd, but Chiba Cang, as her younger sister, is a bit naive?

Thank you very much, Senior Beichuan. Chiba Ying sat on the sofa and bowed to Beichuan Temple, and then she said again: Senior Beichuan, I think we should talk about remuneration...

Qianyeying is a very self-conscious girl, and she will not take the initiative to ask others for help because she thinks she is beautiful. After the emotional excitement just now, she forcibly suppressed her sense of joy, and took the initiative to ask the question of compensation.

We should really talk about the compensation. Beichuan Temple nodded in understanding.

Chiba Hotaru is a very popular up-and-coming painter at home and abroad, and a painting is sold very well, otherwise she would not have held an exhibition at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Contemporary Art.

Those who can hold art exhibitions here are all painters who are known as teachers in the outside world. Chiba Yingying even received many lecturer certificates that were exceptionally granted to her by many universities.

Chiba Hotaru and Chiba Cang are actually very rich in money.

In other words, Chiba Yingying is also a rich woman.

but--

I hope you can tutor my sister in painting skills.

Beichuan Temple spoke calmly.

Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish.

Beichuan Temple also didn't want to see Beichuan Eri's salted eggs go down, and the other party's high spirits when he talked with Chiba Yingying today was definitely not a disguise.

Beichuan Eri definitely has this idea, so Beichuan Temple, as Beichuan Eri's elder brother, just paves the way for her.

An older brother is like a father.

Beichuan Temple feels that it is also very important to make his sister a talent.

And there happened to be someone who could help his younger sister to become a talent right in front of him, of course Beichuan Temple would not let go of this opportunity.

In fact, Beichuan Temple had planned this since the beginning of the treatment.

Some knowledge is comparable to money.

Well--

Qianye Ying, who was already ready to give the money, was stunned.

She never thought that the reward that Beichuan Temple said would be such a thing.

Chiba Ying quietly looked at Beichuan Temple.

Unexpectedly...Senior Beichuan is actually a good brother who cares about his sister.

This is no different from my own feelings about the warehouse.

Chiba Ying immediately nodded and agreed:

As Senior Beichuan hoped, I will do my best to teach your younger sister the skills of painting. The time will start tomorrow. If you let her come to this reception room to find me, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Well, it's troublesome, it doesn't matter if you are strict.

Beichuan Temple took the pen and paper from Qianye Cang, and left his contact information while saying: Miss Ying comes to my house every two days, remember to exercise regularly.

I will. Chiba Ying solemnly put away the note, and when she saw that Beichuan Temple was about to get up and leave, she hurriedly said, I'll see you off, Senior Beichuan.

No need, Miss Ying, your legs and feet are inconvenient.

After leaving these words, Beichuan Temple opened the door of the reception room and left without looking back.

On the other side, Chiba Cang looked at Beichuan Temple's back, and couldn't help opening his mouth:

I always think Senior Beichuan... so handsome...

...Well, not only is he good-looking, but he is also a good person who cares about his family. Chiba Ying recalled the request from Beichuan Temple just now, and stroked her legs again.

He has delicate features, and he speaks with a certain degree of advance and retreat. Although he is a little indifferent to others, he is not offensive.

This Beichuan Temple is indeed a nice person.

 …

Ah?! Tomorrow, I will learn painting from Master Chiba? Beichuan Eri, who was standing in the tram, couldn't help but widen her eyes after hearing Beichuan Temple's words.

She never thought that she would be treated like this.

Beichuan Temple nodded and replied: I've already settled everything, you can go directly to the reception room to find Ms. Ying tomorrow.

... Kitagawa Eri.

Beichuan Eri looked at Beichuan Temple more and more strangely. After a long time, she said uneasy:

Brother Si, you don't want to throw all our family's savings into it?

Um?

Beichuan Temple gave her a strange look, as if he wanted to ask her why she said that.

...That's Master Chiba Ying... It has been circulated on the Internet that a rich man wants her to tutor his son one-on-one painting, one hour a day, and the monthly salary is 8 million yen. .”

Is there such a thing? Recalling Qianyeying's calm and indifferent expression, without any arrogance and arrogance, Beichuan Temple also felt slightly moved.

This girl is really powerful.

Yeah, and Master Chiba refused, saying that her painting skills are not good enough to guide others... Beichuan Eri became more and more anxious, she was afraid that Beichuan Temple had played a joke on her .

What if Master Qianye kicked her out tomorrow?

After all, the other party doesn't like the Beichuan family's money...

This is the typical psychology of the poor.

Beichuan Temple has not told Beichuan Eri that he has saved more than ten million yuan.

He shook his head and continued:

Don't worry, I've settled everything. Tomorrow, you can just go to Ms. Ying, and she will guide you in painting.

...Okay, Brother Temple, how long have I been there? Eri Beichuan looked at Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple shook his head: I don't know, let's see how long Miss Ying keeps you.

...Then when shall I go? Beichuan Eri asked again.

Beichuan Temple gave Beichuan Eri a sideways look: I don't know, it's always right to go early.

Um? ? ?

Kitagawa Eri blinked her eyes.

Why does my brother know nothing when he asks three questions?

How can this make me feel at ease?

The ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger, making Beichuan Eri feel that something was wrong all over her body.

If you are told to go, go, don't ask too much, you will know when you go, don't you like to learn from Miss Ying?

Nothing! Master Chiba has always been the object of my admiration! Since she made her debut three years ago, and then went to Europe to visit the art exhibition, she has always been the person I admire—

Kitagawa Eri suddenly regained her spirits.

Then study hard tomorrow and don't disappoint my expectations. Beichuan Temple interrupted.

...Oh... Eri Kitagawa, who was still talking eloquently, couldn't help shrinking her head.

In front of Beichuan Temple, she will always be just a bad sister, and she can't fly to the branches to become a big sister.

Seeing her like this, Beichuan Temple also scratched his head.

This shouldn't cause trouble for Chiba Yingying, right?

But soon Beichuan Temple shook his head again.

No matter how troublesome it is, she is still her own sister, so she has to do whatever she wants, and she can't treat her family badly.

Besides, it is impossible for Beichuan Temple to care so much about Beichuan Eri, he still has his own business to do tomorrow night.

The Abandoned Factory of Miki Dolls...

It's almost over, right?

Beichuan Temple couldn't help casting his eyes into the distance.