My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Just when Kitahara Hideji was furiously crossed by Fuyumi, Ono Yoko stood in the corridor on the fourth floor and observed the street for a while, and found that there were few pedestrians, then took the spare key of Kitahara's apartment, carefully closed the door, and led Hyakujiro Just ran downstairs.

She is going to buy disinfectant.

She is different from that impostor Kitahara Hideji, she is an aborigine born and raised in Nagoya City, Aichi Prefecture, and she knew how to deal with mold since she was a child. , We must root out the source!

And the source is on the ceiling. Although it seems that there are not many on the ceiling, and it is not conspicuous at all, that is the real root of the disaster. If you don’t clean up the mold on the ceiling at one time, it will be useless to brush the floor repeatedly. After cleaning for three to five days at most, the mold on the ceiling will fall to the ground and start to grow.

So the best way is to wipe all the corners of the ceiling with disinfectant, but the floor can be cleaned slowly, and one place will be wiped out, and finally it will be completely clean.

She observed carefully at home for a while, and confirmed that Hideji Kitahara hadn't touched the ceiling at all. She was a little happy after being stunned, thinking that this time she would definitely be of great help to Hideji Kitahara, so she counted the change she had stolen and rushed away I am looking forward to Hideji Kitahara's return from work, and seeing the gratified smiling face after the serious trouble in my heart has been eliminated.

I will definitely praise myself, just think about it!

She trotted all the way to the convenience store, bought a bottle of toilet disinfectant, and happily ran home again—as long as this was enough, her independent living experience was also very rich, and a stick and a rag would do the trick. Wipe down the ceiling.

She ran against the ditch on the side of the road with a plastic bottle in her arms, looking around vigilantly from time to time. Hyakujiro was loyal and followed her closely to guard her feet. A bat and a baseball glove are walking towards us, playing and fighting, it seems that because the wind is getting stronger, we can no longer play baseball in the small park, and we are about to go to other places to play.

Ono Yoko hesitated for a moment, pretending not to notice, lowered his head and hugged the bottle against the wall and ran faster, just about to pass by this group of people, but suddenly heard someone shout, "Oh, Isn't that the wild boy Ono?"

Hyakujiro stopped for a while when he heard the commotion, and looked back curiously, but only heard Yoko Ono whispering: "Hyakujiro, don't stop, run!"

It turned around again and saw that the No. 1 master was trotting faster, and quickly turned its four short legs upside down, and continued to follow left and right. After catching up with the dog, he looked up and saw that the owner's small face was tense, and his expression was quite nervous, and he became frightened immediately, and his tail was clamped.

"Hey, little wild boy, why did you run away when you saw us?" The boys became interested in her run, and even followed her up, blocking her way. One of them laughed and shouted: "Xiao Ye Boy, didn't you pick up the trash today?"

Yoko Ono was blocked, she leaned her back against the wall and looked around, not even daring to move her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "I won't pick up trash anymore. That... I'm sorry, senior, please let me go. want to go home."

As she said that, she turned sideways and wanted to leave against the wall, but these young boys had nothing to do, and they happened to be at the age of wanting to make trouble when they had nothing to do, they blocked the road and refused to give way, one of them was still curious "What are you holding in your arms?" he asked.

Yoko Ono endured it, and didn't really want to mess with these skinny kids on the street, who belonged to delinquent teenagers and reservists of the gangsters, so he lowered his head and said, "I bought the disinfectant for my family, and I need it urgently... Well, sorry, can I go?"

"Disinfectant?" Those little boys were immediately disappointed when they heard it. Seeing Yoko Ono hugging him so tightly, they thought it was something rare, but they didn't expect it to be just toilet cleaning supplies. The green-haired head was a little disbelieving, so he stretched out his hand to take it over for a closer look, and asked, "Disinfectant? Is it for your mother?"

As soon as he said this, the companions around him laughed like pigs, and one of them even shouted with a smile: "Then let her go back quickly, Ota, don't hurt your father when it's too late!"

Qingpitou turned around and scolded: "Fart, you're going to cheat your dad! Last time I saw your dad walking past the station with his mother in his arms!" She didn't move her lower lip, and saw Yoko Ono holding her tightly and refusing to give it to him—she was biting her lower lip, her face was pale, and trembling slightly, she hesitated and refused to let go, because she had no money to buy a second bottle up.

And these boys made fun of her mother which made her extremely embarrassed, but she had nothing to refute.

"Bring it to me!" The green-skinned head just wanted to see if it was right, but now that Yoko Ono refused to give it to him, he was a little angry, and pushed her and wanted to grab it, but the boys around him didn't think it was a big deal , just to tease the little girl, and asked Yoko Ono with a playful smile:

"Trash girl, do you want a daughter to inherit your mother's career when you grow up?"

"How much are you going to pay for one night?"

"Is there a discount for us to go?"

Yoko Ono didn't dare to speak back, but just crouched down and refused to hand over the disinfectant to Qingpitou, thinking that he was going to snatch it away or just throw it on the ground—it's not like this kind of thing has happened before, these boys on the streets of the slums are just Taking pleasure in bullying the weak. She even saw the group burn stray cats with oil in the park, just because they were bored.

She begged for mercy in a low voice: "Senior, it's really just disinfectant, it's useless if you take it."

The green-skinned head became even angrier, pushed her hard, raised the bat to frighten her, and cursed: "Give it to me, do you want to be beaten?" He began to suspect that it was not a disinfectant but something good.

Yoko Ono's body was very thin, and she slammed into the wall heavily when she was pushed, tears almost fell from the pain, but Hyakujiro who was shrinking behind her suddenly jumped out, arched his body, gritted his teeth There was a sound, protecting the master.

It's just... It's only four or five months old, and it's not a ferocious fighting dog breed. Not only does it have no fighting power, it doesn't even have deterrent power. The green-skinned head looked down at it, kicked it indifferently, and kicked it somersaults. He laughed and swung his bat to hit it like a baseball. He yelled, "Your dog!" Is it so rude, let me discipline you!"

Yoko Ono finally couldn't bear it anymore, yelled and slammed into Qingpitou, knocked him to one side and saved Hyakujiro's life, and shouted to Hyakujiro: "Run, Hyakujiro! "

That Qingpitou didn't expect Ono Yoko, who usually sees them to hide and walk away, and who dared not fight back when scolded, dared to resist, and was almost knocked down without warning, his posture was a little embarrassed, and he heard the laughter of his companions around him The sound was even more embarrassing, and he kicked Yoko Ono hard in the stomach while cursing, kicking her directly back to the wall, and raised the bat to give her a hard kick.

This wild child has no father, so he will be beaten if he is beaten, it doesn't matter.

Hyakujiro was usually very obedient, but this time he refused. Not only did he not run away, but his dog's eyes were bloodshot instantly, he turned over and barked, then rushed up and bit Qingpitou's trouser leg and tore it desperately, making Qingpitou flustered for a while.

The boy behind Qingpitou laughed even more cheerfully. He didn't intend to help at all, but just clapped his hands to watch the show, and then began to laugh at Qingpitou. The green-skinned head was really furious, shaking its legs and throwing Hyakujiro off, and then caught up with it and kicked it hard, Hyakujiro tried his best to avoid it but was still rubbed, and immediately rolled several times with a wailing cry .

Qing Pitou felt ashamed after a futile kick, and refused to give up. He chased after him and raised his foot, wanting to stomp Hyakujiro to death, but he saw a piece of blue rushing towards his face, and was splashed with disinfectant on his face ——He covered his eyes and bent down immediately, screaming worse than Hyakujiro.

"Hyakujiro, are you okay!" Yoko Ono rushed to Hyakujiro's side with tears in her eyes, snatched Qingpitou's bat and swung it round to threaten others not to approach, then yelled at those boys like crazy: "Go away, Get out!"

And the green-skinned head had foreign objects in his eyes, and when he looked at things, he only felt a blue color. He thought his eyes were broken and panicked. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Yoko Ono. Yoko Ono turned around in panic and raised a bat to his head. So he hit him hard, and directly opened his head.

The gang of fur kids on the street were stunned. This kind of besieging and bullying children on the road for fun can only be regarded as their daily life, and they didn't expect it to become like this. Seeing Yoko Ono seem to be going crazy at this moment, holding a blood-stained bat and waving desperately, with a posture of preparing to kill others, suddenly no one dares to step forward—they are very interested in bullying the weak, but If you really risk your life, thank you for not being sensitive. Qingpitou is not one of them, at most they can only be regarded as playing together, there is no need to get a stick for him.

Yoko Ono confronted these people for a while while trembling, and saw that many people had gradually reacted and looked fierce, knowing that she was definitely not an opponent, so she yelled and threw the bat at them, picked up a hundred Jiro and the disinfectant bottle ran away.

This group of kids looked at the Qingpi head rolling around on the ground with its eyes covered, the skin on its head was still bleeding and bleeding, they hesitated for a while but didn't chase after it, put the Qingpi head up and rushed to the clinic.

Yoko Ono ran wildly all the way, fled back to the apartment, took out the key with trembling hands, opened the door of Hideji Kitahara's apartment several times, and then quickly locked the door after entering, and then cried bitterly with her arms around Momojirou.

Hyakujiro stretched out his tongue to lick her tears, and let out a soft "woof", while Ono Yoko held back tears after crying a few times to check Hyakujiro's body, sniffling and asked, "Will you die?" Hyakujiro...I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you, I'm so sorry!"

Hyakujiro began to understand humanity again at this moment, struggled to leave Yoko Ono's embrace, took two steps with a limp, and turned around with a flattering smile—it looked like that, no matter how you looked at it, Like trying to please others.

Ono Yoko rushed up to hug it again, touched its four short legs, it didn't feel like they were broken, then opened its dog's mouth and looked, it didn't seem to vomit blood, so she was slightly relieved . But she still carried Hyakujiro to the cardboard kennel in the bathroom, and gently coaxed him: "It hurts, take a rest."

Hyakujiro licked her hand, and lay obediently in the cardboard box, but he didn't intend to sleep at all. He stared at Yoko Ono intently with his moist dog eyes, as if worried.

Yoko Ono stood up, lifted her clothes and looked down, and found a small bruise on her lower abdomen. Although it was painful, it didn't seem to be a serious injury. Then she saw half a big footprint on her clothes, and quickly picked it up with a basin. some water to scrub vigorously.

She washed off the dirty place and dried it with a dry towel, then rubbed the corners of her eyes gently in front of the mirror, so as not to make her eyes red and swollen later. After finishing her work, she took another look at Hyakujiro, and found that it didn't seem to be showing any sign of mental weakness. It was probably all right, so she was finally relieved, and then turned around and went to the door to retrieve the bottle of disinfectant, but there was nothing in it. Only about one-fifth of it is left.

She was sad for a while, carefully mixed the water, took the clothes drying rod, ball brush and rag, and began to wipe the ceiling with her nose.

The wind outside was getting stronger, and there were strange whistling noises in the corridors from time to time, and sometimes even the doors rattled. Occasionally, her small body shrank back in fright, but her hands never stopped, bit by bit applying disinfectant to the cracks and grooves on the old ceiling.

Today’s update is 6,800, and I recommend listening to my brother’s "Small World is a Boundless Fun".