"I’m sorry, Mr. Beichuan!"
Nakajima Michika deeply bowed toward Beichuan Si.
"Since you know you’re sorry, I have a favor to ask of you," said Beichuan Si as he was packing his travel bag, his expression unchanged.
"Uh... say it," Nakajima Michika shrank back.
She soon felt that despite being a big sister four years older than Beichuan Si, and the only adult officially in the Beichuan family, how could she cower?
How could she cower in front of this underage Beichuan Si?
Just as Nakajima Michika was about to clear her throat and stand up straight to talk—
She felt Beichuan Si’s icy gaze sweep over her.
Nakajima Michika shrank her neck again, bending her spine this ti.
"Miss Nakajima, I need to make a trip to Ibaraki Prefecture in the next few days."
"Eh?! Isn’t this too sudden? If you leave, how will... how will Hui Li manage?" Nakajima Michika blurted out.
Yes, who would take care of her and Beichuan Hui Li’s als if Beichuan Si left?
Having gotten used to the als cooked by Beichuan Si, she found it hard to adjust to ordinary family restaurants, not to ntion ordering take-out.
Nakajima Michika didn’t want to settle for burgers and cola every day; after all, being a leukemia patient, she needed to eat well.
"Hui Li can cook, and Miss Nakajima, you are fully able-bodied. I don’t think you will starve."
Beichuan Si’s gaze returned to his travel bag, seemingly checking to make sure he had everything needed.
Hearing Beichuan Si’s words, Nakajima Michika was displeased, and she muttered quietly with a pout, "But what if we do starve?"
Beichuan Si’s gaze turned back to her, this ti her feeling his look was like two knives slicing through her: "If you would die from sothing like this at ho, don’t you think that’s the real problem, Miss Nakajima?"
If they were to starve just because he wasn’t at ho, that wouldn’t just be an issue of being helpless like a Salty Egg; that would make them societal failures.
But—
Nakajima Michika’s point had been considered by Beichuan Si.
He swiftly wrote down Shen Gu Mirai’s phone number on a sticky note, tore it off, and handed it to Nakajima Michika, commanding, "If you really can’t manage, call this number but don’t be a bother too much, understood?"
"Eh? This phone number is..." Nakajima Michika tilted her head, then suddenly realized, "Ah, this must be your girlfriend’s number, right?"
Beichuan Si didn’t respond to Nakajima Michika’s sly remark; instead, as if performing a magic trick, he reached under the sofa, and a greasy rattan cane appeared in his hand, landing with a ’smack’ on Nakajima Michika’s bottom.
"Why would there be a rattan cane here?" Nakajima Michika exclaid, her face twitching in pain.
"You have three chances to call Mirai; if I find out that you disturbed her even after using those three tis— " Beichuan Si didn’t finish his sentence.
He simply whipped the cane through the air on one side.
The booming sound, which seed to split even the air, made Nakajima Michika turn pale.
"I get it, I understand; you have things to do so go ahead, Hui Li and I will manage I’m sorry for being such a bother!"
This wasn’t a forgetfulness in punctuation but rather, Nakajima Michika’s string of words ca out as if she were rapping at the scene, without any breaks.
Should we say it’s no wonder Nakajima Michika is a singer? Her verbal skills were certainly robust, especially since spouting such a string of words in Japanese was quite a demanding task.
Beichuan Si hung the cane on a wall and glanced at the ti.
Today was Friday, and he had returned ho right after school.
So it was just a little past three-fifty.
Kyubei High School had only six class periods a day, four in the morning and two in the afternoon, participation in clubs was not mandatory, and after school, one could either go ho or attend supplentary lessons.
Thanks to this people-friendly system, Beichuan Si was always able to return ho early.
However, Beichuan Hui Li was different; according to her, she was being rigorously trained by Qianye Yuki every day, as the latter wanted her to participate in the Tokyo High School Art Awards Competition. Thus, Beichuan Hui Li had been coming ho late these days, apparently proactively preparing.
"I’m leaving now, Miss Nakajima, please take care of the house."
"Ah... okay," Nakajima Michika quickly responded, not forgetting to run out and shout, "Bon voyage, Mr. Beichuan."
Beichuan Si waved his hand indicating that she should hurry back ho without even wearing a mask, then he silently walked to the end of the street.
Ibaraki Prefecture... Beichuan Si had returned again.
...
His last visit to Ibaraki Prefecture was due to the curse on Magong Tong. Revisiting this place, Beichuan Si’s mood was undoubtedly much more lively.
On one hand, he could make money, and on the other, he encountered a strange supernatural event that had not occurred in a long ti.
How could such events that allowed him to earn money and handle matters not improve his mood?
Beichuan Si checked into the sa guesthouse he had stayed in before, paid the deposit for the room, and then glanced at the ti again.
The bus ride to Ibaraki had taken Beichuan Si two hours, and it was already six o’clock.
Perfect ti for a visit.
Beichuan Si took out his cell phone and dialed Hirasaka Ichiro’s number.
The phone rang only for two seconds before being picked up on the other end.
"Hello? Beichuan Master?"
Hearing those words, Beichuan Si quickly spoke up:
"I don’t know if Mr. Hirasaka has ti, I’ve already arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture, and I hope to discuss the matter you ntioned over the phone last ti."
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