This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

There was a long silence over Beichuan Temple's speech.

After several minutes, Chiba Yingying, who was originally silent, said, I didn't expect Mr. Beichuan to find out so quickly.

She didn't mean to deceive Kitagawa Temple on purpose, but Mika Nakajima prevented her from telling him the truth.

At first, I thought I could hide it for at least a month, maybe two or three weeks.

But now it seems that Mika Nakajima's little thought has no effect on Beichuan Temple at all——

This was discovered in just half a day.

As long as you pay a little attention, you can understand. Besides, why the national actress asked me to take care of it is also a problem. Beichuan Temple replied flatly.

Be careful...

Chiba Hotaru over there felt a little relieved.

Beichuan Temple did not perfunctorily give him the entrustment, but called to ask him very seriously.

This is already a very remarkable behavior.

If Beichuan Temple finds it troublesome, there is no need to make this call, and it will be fine to get the follow-up 10 million from her in half a year, and the life and death of Nakajima Mika has nothing to do with him.

You have already handed over the deposit fee to me. I will naturally pay more attention to Mika Nakajima, and I just fulfill my corresponding obligations.

Beichuan Temple's voice still sounded cold, but it made Chiba Ying feel a warm current in her heart.

She thought for a while, and finally decided to tell Beichuan Temple about Mika Nakajima's situation.

Is that so? Beichuan Temple's tone fluctuated after hearing this.

I see--

Hmm... That's why Mika-san's condition is not quite right. In fact, she was a very good person before. I sincerely hope that Senior Beichuan can help Mika-san. Now she...

I understand, leave everything to me.

Before the other party finished speaking, Beichuan Temple spoke.

Okay, please trouble Senior Beichuan. After receiving Beichuan Temple's promise, Chiba Yingying didn't talk nonsense and hung up the phone.

Kitagawa Temple put down his cell phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to think about some things about Mika Nakajima.

The most important thing is to regain your attitude towards life.

Beichuan Temple had a rough idea.

On the other side, Mika Nakajima returned to her room, recalling Eri Kitagawa's question just now, and sighed again.

Eri Kitagawa just showed her all Mika Nakajima's albums, and asked her strangely, Why did you stop being a singer?

But Mika Nakajima was silent for a while without answering, and found an excuse to go back to her room.

Why did you stop your activities as a singer, did you?

There was a bit of frustration on Nakajima Mika's heroic and pretty face.

She opened the curtains and looked outside.

Thousands of lights outside are lit up like stars.

Looking at the lights of thousands of houses, Mika Nakajima sang in a low voice in confusion:

Summer will come, and winter will go away. There is still a long way to go, and I don't know how long I can hide...

She was lying on the bed, feeling like crying.

Only in this quiet night, Mika Nakajima will show her weak side.

 …

The next morning, Mika Nakajima was awakened from her sleep.

She opened her eyes in confusion, looking at the strange ceiling, wondering why she was in such a place.

People are such creatures sometimes, sleeping in places that are already somewhat familiar, there is also a feeling of panic in my heart, the ceiling is familiar and strange, and I always feel that I seem to be—

Knock knock knock.

The crisp knock on the door interrupted Mika Nakajima's refreshing thinking, she shook her head and stood up: Who is there?

Beichuan Temple.

Kitagawa-kun?

Nakajima Mika subconsciously glanced at her attire, she didn't even take off her clothes, and fell asleep directly on the bed.

I'm here. Mika Nakajima responded, walked to the door, opened the door of the room, and asked with a strange face, What's the matter, Kitagawa-kun?

She still had yesterday's decadent expression on her face, and she seemed to be in a bad state.

To this, Beichuan Temple just stuffed the clothes in his hand to her, and replied calmly: Put it on, I'll wait for you downstairs.

Well--

After saying this, Kitagawa Temple turned around and went downstairs, leaving Mika Nakajima standing at the door in a dazed state.

After a while, Mika Nakajima scratched her head and returned to the room.

The sky outside was only slightly brighter, and it looked very early.

...Isn't it only half past six? Mika Nakajima took out her phone and looked at the time, her cheeks twitching.

She is usually still asleep at this time.

Besides, what is this? What does Beichuan Temple want her for?

Sportswear? Nakajima Mika looked at a set of pink and white long-sleeved sportswear in her hands, and couldn't understand Beichuanji's thoughts at all.

Subconsciously, she put on her sportswear according to Beichuan Temple's instructions, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Beichuan Temple stood at the door, looking at her with dark eyes without blinking.

Face mask.

Beichuan Temple gave her such a thing.

Uh... ok—no, wait, Kitagawa-kun, what do you want to do? Mika Nakajima wanted to take the things subconsciously, but at the critical moment, she suddenly came to her senses and looked at Beichuan incomprehensibly. temple.

Let's go out. Beichuan Temple's words were still as concise as before, but——

I know we're going out! Mika Nakajima almost laughed out of anger at Beichuan Temple.

Sports clothes and masks are all made out, and I don’t know that I have to go out. Does Beichuan Temple think of himself as mentally retarded?

Since Ms. Nakajima already knows, there is no need to continue asking.

No... I want to ask the reason for going out! Let me tell you first, I don't want to exercise! I don't want to exercise either! If Beichuan-kun thinks that I should exercise—

Ahhh!!!

Mika Nakajima, who was still talking angrily at first, only felt that her perspective changed, and when she was normal, she had already been pinched by the neck and lifted up.

With her limbs in the air, she couldn't help kicking and kicking, she didn't look like the queen of contemporary music.

Beichuan Temple glanced at her:

Miss Nakajima always seems to like to say something frustrating.

No, I'm telling the truth...

Don't worry. Bei Chuanji's handsome and cold face approached Mika Nakajima, and his gloomy gaze made Mika Nakajima calm down: This is my job, and I will definitely do it well.

I've never heard of such a job!

Mika Nakajima tossed and cried, crying for her father and mother.

But she who fell into the hands of Beichuan Temple was like a monkey grandson who couldn't make trouble. After a series of useless resistance, she was taken out by Beichuan Temple.

Behind the two, Kitagawa Eri, who was still in her pajamas, swallowed in fear, pretending that she hadn't seen anything, and went back to her room.

As soon as she left the house, Mika Nakajima became much more honest. When she landed on the ground again, she could only obediently put on a mask and sunglasses, and followed behind Beichuan Temple who was carrying a sports shoulder bag.

After all, she is a celebrity, if she is still like just now, won't she attract other people's attention?

...I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face. Mika Nakajima complained in a low voice.

She was the same height as Beichuan Temple, her voice was much more mature, and she was four years older than her.

But in front of Beichuan Temple, she felt like a child, totally powerless to resist.

She is like an enlarged version of Beichuan Eri, a salty egg sister who is alive and well.

Brisk walking for thirty minutes, shouldn't be a problem? Beichuan Temple ignored her muttering, he kept jogging, and looked sideways at Mika Nakajima, who was walking fast beside him.

Mika Nakajima rolled her eyes helplessly, and said without motivation: No, I can't help it, I can't do it, let me go back, Kitagawa-kun.

This standard 'Nakajima Mika Sanren' made Bei Chuanji look at her expressionlessly.

But Beichuan Temple seemed to have expected her reaction, and he simply replied: Miss Nakajima, don't worry, I have a way to get rid of your lazy tendons, but there will be a little bit of impoliteness.

...I don't feel relieved in this kind of place! Mika Nakajima looked at Beichuan Temple following behind her, her face twitching, but her pace still slowed down.

Then...

Then Mika Nakajima saw Beichuan Temple pull out a finely woven rattan from nowhere.

Looking carefully, the rattan seems to be soaked in oil, shiny and shiny, and looks very tough and elastic.

I didn't sleep all night, so I prepared this for Ms. Nakajima. Beichuan Temple said, shaking his wrist.

Snapped! ! !

The rattan rattles in the air.

Only then did Mika Nakajima's heroic and pretty face drive away the depression, replaced by a look of fear: Wait a minute, Kitagawa-kun, what do you want to do?

Using me to jog at a constant speed as a line, as long as Ms. Nakajima falls behind me, I will slap you.

No! You are a threat! Kitagawa-kun! You can't do this! When I moved into your house, you never said you would do this! Mika Nakajima cried out in grief.

Regarding her miserable expression, Beichuan Temple just dusted the cane on his hand, and said without any emotion: In fact, Miss Nakajima and I have already said that we may be rude when taking care of you. place, and you also agreed, and said the words 'Leave it to me', so everything I do now is to fulfill my responsibilities on the commission.

What? ! ! !

Actually cheating in that kind of place?

Mika Nakajima heard Bei Chuanji say this, and she did agree casually, but she never thought that the sudden promise would lead to the big mistake now!

Thinking about it this way, her pace slowed down again——

Snapped! ! !

Kitagawa Temple raised his hand and slapped Nakajima Mika's butt with a cane, mercilessly.

Pain, pain, pain!!!

Mika Nakajima covered her buttocks and took two quick steps forward to distance herself from Beichuan Temple.

It's useless to take chances, Ms. Nakajima, during the six months you've lived in my house, I'll discipline you like I disciplined Eri. Bei Chuanji's devil-like voice was like a tarsus maggot, following closely behind behind her.

I want to tell Hotaru! Mika Nakajima couldn't hold back.

I just mentioned this method to Ms. Qianye this morning, and she agreed with it with both hands. By the way, your mobile phone number has also been blacklisted by her.

I heard from Ms. Chiba that Ms. Nakajima is from Kago Prefecture, right? Kago Prefecture is a long way from Tokyo. I also hope that Ms. Nakajima will not make me go to Kago Prefecture to arrest you. return.

Mika Nakajima coughed twice, her complexion changed drastically: ...Are you a devil?

Fortunately, she thought that Beichuan Temple was a good young man, but now it looks like a lie! Beichuan Temple is basically a devil disguised as a high school student.

Bei Chuanji didn't fluctuate at all to her words, he just raised his hand and slapped Nakajima Mika's butt precisely.

I... I'll just go... Mika Nakajima held back, and kept walking quickly.

Brisk walking and jogging are actually two very different ways of exercising.

Jogging needs to mobilize the whole body for a long time, while brisk walking is more gentle, which is more suitable for recuperating the body and mind.

Thirty minutes later—

Nakajima Mika, who returned home, lay down on the sofa without any image, with her mouth open, as if she had landed a dead fish.

The heroic and awe-inspiring look on that neutral and pretty face had disappeared, replaced by a feeling like a salted fish turned over.

Please have some tea, Mika-san. Kitagawa Eri had already woken up, seeing Nakajima Mika's appearance, hurriedly brought hot tea.

Thank you... Eri is really my sister's angel.

Mika Nakajima gulped down the tea, dispelling the chill from her body and quenching her thirst by the way.

Just when she raised her head to ask Beichuan Eri to bring herself another cup of tea, she found that Beichuan Temple was standing in front of her silently at some point.

Mika Nakajima bounced back and shouted in horror:

Mr. Beichuan?!

But she quickly retracted her calf and grinned——

Pain pain pain...

She has been in a salted fish state for a long time, so naturally she hasn't exercised for a long time.

Now being forced to walk briskly for half an hour, her calf certainly had muscle pain.

But a sudden warm current swept through his legs.

Muscle pain is relieved and even my butt seems to be pain free.

Mika Nakajima watched in surprise as Kitagawa Temple knelt down and lifted up her long-leg sweatpants.

Beichuan Temple's hands seemed to be rubbing acupuncture points, but it seemed different.

Black air flowed between his fingers and injected into her legs.

Mika Nakajima has been friends with Chiba Hotaru for a long time, so she naturally knows that Chiba Hotaru can see the souls of the dead, and she also believes in some supernatural things. He even heard about some abilities of Beichuan Temple from Chiba Yingying.

Seeing him bowing his head seriously, Mika Nakajima subconsciously asked:

Is this the dead energy that Hotaru guy mentioned? The one who healed her legs...

Yes. Miss Chiba should have told you.

Bei Chuanji withdrew his dead breath, raised his head and looked at Nakajima Mika: When you get used to this level of exercise, I don't need to recover for you.

...Of course I know that.

Mika Nakajima scratched her head, and still said incomprehensibly, Why did Kitagawa-kun waste so much time on me? I'm already a useless person, spending so much energy on me is not good for you. There's no benefit, right? If it's because of the reward...

She was a little self-defeating, but what she said made sense.

Beichuan Temple has no reason to do this for her.

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