This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Because I accepted your reward, Miss Nakajima."

Beichuan Temple straightened up and explained the reason.

After hearing these words, Nakajima Mika scratched her head again, showing surprise in her eyes: "That's all?"

"What more reason do you want?" Beichuan Temple walked to the stove and began to prepare breakfast: "I will complete the entrustment when I receive the money, and I will do what I promised. This is a very normal thing."

Some people may not understand, thinking that Kitagawa Temple does not need to do this for Mika Nakajima, but Kitagawa Temple has a reason to do it, after all, this is what it promised to do.

Of course, 20 million yen is a little, a little reason for Beichuan Temple, but it is only a little bit.

To reiterate, Beichuan Temple felt that it was difficult to impress him with pure money. He only did this for the love and promise between himself and Chiba Ying.

Mika Nakajima looked at Furui Furui in Kitagawa Temple, and a touch of emotion flashed in her heart. Her mouth moved, and she was embarrassed to say anything that blamed him.

She knew that Beichuan Temple was for her own good, but...

Mika Nakajima thought about it, and her expression turned into a sad face again.

"Let's eat." Beichuan Temple brought out the plate and greeted coldly.

Today's Beichuan Temple didn't simply get some bread and eat it as usual. He made fish bone kombu soup and made a few side dishes.

After all, there is a patient at home now, so it's not a good idea to give him bread for breakfast.

"tasty!"

Beichuan Eri is still the same salted egg as always, it is delicious when you say it or not.

Fortunately, she still knows to wash the dishes by herself, otherwise she would really be farther and farther away from the road of salted eggs.

After the meal, Kitagawa Temple and Kitagawa Eri went out to attend class, leaving Mika Nakajima at home alone.

"Then let's take our leave first, Ms. Nakajima."

"Bon Voyage."

Nakajima Mika waved at Kitagawaji.

Seeing them disappear on the other side of the street corner, Mika Nakajima hurried back home and came to the place where the rattan was hung in Beichuan Temple.

"I'm sorry, Beichuan-kun, although I am very grateful for your taking care of me, but I can't waste your time for my own reasons."

Muttering to herself, she took a deep breath, took off the cane, and hid it in her room.

She could feel kindness from Beichuan Eri and Beichuan Temple, but this kind of kindness was not acceptable to her now.

because--

Mika Nakajima's cell phone rang, she looked at the name on it, connected the phone, and her voice suddenly became indifferent:

"What do you want from me?"

"Yuhua, it's almost time for you to go home. I have let you go wild for two years."

"Let me go wild for two years?" Mika Nakajima took a deep breath and said slowly, "Then I really want to thank you."

"Relying on the convenience of the consortium to give me all kinds of stumbling blocks."

"I was forced to eat instant noodles for a period of time to survive."

"Stay at a friend's house."

The more she spoke, the colder her voice became, and in the end, it was even colder to the bone.

"..."

There was silence on the phone for a long time, and then he sighed: "Yuhua, I know you hate me, and I understand why you hate me, and I can even admit that you do have a lot of influence as a singer now, but so what? How about it? You are a member of the Nakajima family after all."

"I have my own way of life, and the Nakajima family can't influence me."

After Nakajima Mika said this, she hung up the phone.

She looked at the ceiling in a trance: "It's such a time, it's useless to say so much, father."

Thinking of this, Mika Nakajima sang slowly:

"March is almost here."

"The cherry blossoms are already in full bloom."

"It's nice that the sky is blue."

"Am I stupid to cry because the sky is blue...?"

 …

The next day, Mika Nakajima, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door.

As soon as she woke up, she subconsciously touched the cane hidden under the bed.

When she found that the rattan was still there, she nodded in satisfaction, and consciously changed into a pink and white sportswear, intending to convince Beichuan Temple this time.

In the final analysis, it was because Beichuan Temple led her by the nose yesterday because the other party was pinching the cane in her hand. By hiding the cane this time, she naturally had a lot of leeway to talk to Beichuan Temple.

After going downstairs, before he had time to go out, Beichuan Temple took out the same oil-soaked rattan from the side of the shoe cabinet as yesterday.

"????" Mika Nakajima asked.

How is this going? Didn't I hide everything? Why does Beichuan-kun still have it in his hand?

Her bewildered look made Beichuan Temple take another look at her, and then Beichuan Temple slammed the cane and replied:

"I don't know who hid yesterday's rattan, but it doesn't matter. I made a dozen of them the night before yesterday. The person who secretly hid the rattan must not have thought of it, right? Miss Nakajima."

"Well... yes, yes."

You say yes and that is.

Mika Nakajima swallowed her saliva, touched her butt subconsciously, and a look of mourning appeared on her dejected face.

I thought I was fine today, but it turned out that there was still a big problem.

She also gave up struggling. After all, Beichuan Temple still has more than a dozen rattan sticks at hand. No matter how much you hide, you can't do as much as the other party.

Originally, she was thinking of salty fish now, so she naturally didn't plan to do things she couldn't do.

Under the urging of Beichuan Temple, she started to enter the fast walking state again.

Beichuan Temple held the rattan in his hand and followed her like a shadow.

The two went back and forth, and went home for dinner after thirty minutes passed like this.

"Then Eri and I will bid farewell, Ms. Nakajima."

"...Ah... bon voyage."

Mika Nakajima touched her head, always feeling that something was wrong.

How do you feel that this scene overlaps with yesterday?

She shook her head, pressed down her messy thoughts, grabbed the apples in the fruit plate and started to nibble.

How do you pass the time next?

Mika Nakajima is not too sure.

"It's still so early... why don't you go out for a stroll."

She ate the apple three times, five times, two times, went back to the room, took out her peaked cap, big sunglasses and mask, put on her wallet key and went out.

On the other side, Jingbei High School.

"Miss Nakajima has been unable to get motivated?" Kamiya Mirai tilted his head, looking at Beichuan Temple beside him.

"Almost, but I can understand her too."

Beichuan Temple nodded.

The outside world has been rumored about various reasons for Mika Nakajima to stop her singer activities.

One of the most widely circulated is the statement of physical condition.

As these fans said, Mika Nakajima was indeed ill, and it was acute leukemia, which forced her to stop her activities as a singer.

And according to Chiba Hotaru, Nakajima Mika's family seems to have some reasons, which have caused Nakajima Mika's recent mental state to deteriorate sharply.

As the saying goes, psychological conditions lead to physical conditions.

Mika Nakajima is going to have a bone marrow transplant in half a year. The success rate is not low, but the way she is determined to die now makes people feel that she will not be able to survive this test. The original good success rate of the operation may be lost This mentality is pulled down.

Besides, even if she has a suitable bone marrow, Mika Nakajima still has to overcome the possible rejection reaction after surgery, but what about her current thoughts and ideas, even if the surgery is successful?

"The future is bleak."

Beichuan Temple simply commented.

But even if the future is worrisome, Beichuan Temple also feels that since he has accepted the money, he must go all out, at least he can't just watch his employer die like this.

Dead gas treatment...Even if it can't cure leukemia, can it solve the problem of postoperative rejection?

Beichuan Temple looked at his empty hands.

It's worth a try...

"Terra-kun, if it's what you said just now, I think I should be able to help." Kamiya Mirai leaned over: "If Tera-kun believes in me, I can figure out the family background behind Ms. Nakajima, and I will help Investigating, although I don’t know if the investigation is useful, but if we can find out the real reason, it must be easy to solve the problem, right?”

"If the temple lord believes me—"

The eyes of Kamiya Mirai shone with magnificent colors, making Beichuan Temple look over subconsciously.

"If the temple master believes in me, I think I can do anything."

After saying this, Kamiya Mirai's white and pink cheeks blushed at an astonishing speed, but her big eyes still looked at Beichuan Temple without blinking.

Under such a strong gaze, Beichuan Temple did not deviate from his sight, he asked:

"Then I'm counting on you, Kamiya."

"One more request!"

Kamiya Mirai stretched out his index finger and put it next to his cherry pink lips.

"If I can help the Monarch this time, I would like to make a request."

Beichuan Temple also agreed with Kamiya Mirai's words.

Along the way, Shen Gu also helped him a lot in the future, and it was only natural that she wanted to be rewarded.

Beichuan Temple regards the other party as a friend, so of course he won't take advantage of her.

"Of course, since you did help me a lot, Kamiya, you should treat it as a repayment of the previous favor. How about 20 million yen?"

Beichuan Temple proposed a relatively reasonable division method.

"..." Kamiya Mirai.

The corners of Shengu Mirai's mouth twitched, and her gaze became indescribably resentful. She said in a low voice, "Temple Monarch, do you think the only thing I ask for is money?"

Um?

Beichuan Temple's eyes froze, and he asked incomprehensibly, "You don't like money?"

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like money?

If you want to say that you are indifferent to things like 'money', Beichuan Temple will believe it, but if you want to say that you don't like money, then it is a bit too much to be fake.

"I like money." Kamiya Mirai rolled his big eyes, pouted and said, "But with the kind of lines I just had...that kind of girly lines, can Temple Jun only think of money? ? Like our relationship—"

"Our relationship?" Beichuan Temple narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking about it, he said, "You and I have been inseparable friends for a long time, so I will tell you about Ms. Nakajima."

Closely close... an inseparable relationship? !

After Shengu Mirai heard these words, her pink lips trembled, and she hurriedly turned around, so that Beichuan Temple could not see the too bright smile on her face.

She thought happily in her heart:

Yeah? Yeah? I have already had this kind of relationship with Sijun—then there is no other way, since it is an 'inseparable friendship', then it is only natural for me to help, right? Well, that's right. After all, it is the temple king! Help is also due!

Shen Gu future coughed a few times, and then turned around: "Since this is the case, then I think the Monarch should give me a different name. 'Shen Gu' is too old-fashioned, why don't you just call me Future?"

Her big talking eyes flickered.

"The future? It's not a big problem if you ask me so."

It's just another name for Mirai Kamiya, Beichuan Temple thinks it's nothing.

"There is also the issue of remuneration... I don't have any place to spend money now, and most of the work is done by the temple master himself, so I personally don't think it's okay to let me get 40% of it, after all I just collect data and analyze from the beginning to the end, and anyone can do this kind of thing well.”

Kamiya Mirai made a suggestion:

"The temple lord will keep it for me temporarily. I will ask the temple lord for it when I have a chance to use it in the future. If there is no chance, I will let the temple lord use it."

There are many meanings to this sentence, and Kamiya Mirai, who was holding back his thoughts, deliberately brought it up.

If there is such a day, Beichuan Temple's money is also her money, and her things are also Beichuan Temple's things. No matter how they are deposited, of course they don't need to manage the money.

"..." Beichuan Temple didn't answer, just nodded in agreement.

He didn't expect Shengu to be so reassured in the future that such a large amount of money would be deposited with him.

Beichuan Temple has no intention of eating her share of the money, and if he really needs to use that share of money in the future, he will not begrudge it.

Besides...

Always feel that Kamiya's future state seems to be a little excited?

This is not quite right.

Shen Gu has always held back his ideas in the future, why is this weird girl showing such an excited expression now?

Beichuan Temple did not ask why, but greeted at the usual pace:

"Then I'll trouble you, Future."

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Shen Guwei's body trembled, and then he pretended not to care and said, "Si Jun, can you call me again."

Um? ? ? ? ?

"future."

"Ahem...Come again...Come again, Monarch!"

But this time Beichuan Temple refused.

He looked at the girl in front of him strangely, and there was a sense of non-negotiability in his tone: "No."

"Hey? Why?! It's just a name, right?"

Shengu Mirai panicked, and the expression on his face couldn't hold back.

"Conversely, I can also ask you, why do you keep asking me to call your name?"

"Because I want to hear it!"

Mirai Kamiya replied confidently and confidently.

In response to her arrogant appearance, Beichuan Temple's response method is also very simple, he turned his gaze aside coldly:

"But I don't want to call."

"Hey - don't bully people like this, Sijun."

Mirai Kamiya followed the figure of Beichuan Temple who turned and left.

Her crisp voice came from the small rooftop.

"Call again! Just once! Monarch!"

"no."

"..."

Thanks to the white-headed, inexplicable kid in Cangshan for the reward! Thank you so much~!