I Can’t Study with Missy

Seeing that Xia Yan's face became strange, he repeatedly confirmed that this was the hotel room he had booked. "Between the dolls" was not wrong, but the girl in the black floral kimono said that it was her room that allowed him. move out.

When it comes to himself, I know that Xia Yan can no longer share the same hatred with the girl in the black floral kimono. He explained a little flusteredly, "There is nothing wrong with the dolls here, thanks to Miss Haru Inamori, I can't do it. Wrong is right."

　　 "You are just staying here, and I am the owner of this room." Lianhua sighed lightly, but she, the holder, can't drive away the lodging guest, and she sighed because of this.

　　 It goes without saying that Xia Yan fell silent, and the girl in the black floral kimono said that she recognized her identity and saved him from reconfirming.

　　 After a while, Fukasaki Xia Yan tried to ask, "Zashiki Dozisan?"

　　 "It's really rude." Lianhua looked at the man in front of her, and she rebuked again with dissatisfaction, "I have a name, Lianhua, the owner of this hotel.

　　 Knowing that he is rude again, I see Xia Yan is a little embarrassed, he wants to use the way of complimenting to fool the road, "Lianhua, really a good name, it matches you very well."

"Humph……"

I saw that Xia Yan saw Lianhua, a girl in a black floral kimono, blushed unexpectedly, squeezed her body, and her strong aura weakened. "Forgive you for bewitching words, but you shouldn’t ask about the identity of others." Did you introduce yourself first?"

　　Does Lianhua, a girl in a black floral kimono, still have the attributes of being proud.

"I'm sorry." Because he was quite concerned about the identity of Lianhua, a girl in a black floral kimono, he forgot this. Fukasaw Xia Yan quickly found a business card in her pocket and handed it over, "My name is Fukasie Xia Yan. , An alien novelist from Tokyo, came here to collect materials and find inspiration."

　　 "Is it a novelist?"

　　 Lianhua reached out and took the business card, as if the person in front of him introduced himself, the name and occupation were also written on the business card.

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan was observing the facial expression of Lianhua, a girl in a black floral kimono, when he saw the corners of the other's mouth slightly raised, he thought for a while and asked, "Is Lianhua-sang interested in strange stories."

　　 "It's okay." Lianhua put down her business card, she nodded and smiled, "Or rather, Mr. Shen Jian wants to ask me about the strange story in this room."

　　 I can see that Xia Yan is more and more interested in the girl Lianhua in the black floral kimono. The mysterious, beautiful, and important thing is to be able to know what he thinks.

　　 He didn't hide it in the slightest, nor was he embarrassed to be found in his heart. The story about the strange story made Fukami Xia Yan's eyes brightened, and he asked, "Is it okay, Lian Huasang."

　　 Lianhua nodded. It is rare to meet an interesting person. She replied, "Yes, so what kind of strange story does Mr. Shen Jian want to know."

　　Is that there is more than one strange story in this room, Fukasaki couldn't help but leaned forward eagerly and wanted to talk to Lianhua, a girl in a black floral kimono, to know everything.

　　 But...

　　 Seeing Xia Yan deeply, he realized that he was rude again. He said humbly, "Sorry, when I talk about strange stories and incredible things, I can't help myself."

Lianhua nodded slightly to indicate that it was okay to say, "You are not too young and still love ghost stories so much. It seems that your mental age is quite low, so you should not talk to people around you much, right? "

When I first met, I was able to see through my life. I saw that Xia Yan only felt something broken in his chest with a "poof". It was too hurtful. He lowered his head and dared not talk to the girl Lian in the black floral kimono. Hua looked at each other.

　　The goal was achieved, and Lianhua smiled again, "But, I don't hate such people."

"Eh?"

　　 "Because they have dreams, and my job is to show people dreams." Lianhua explained with a smile.

　　 was led by the nose again, and when he came back to his senses, I saw that Xia Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and he was somewhat happy from the bottom of his heart when he was said "not disgusting" by the young girl. In fact, his mental age is really very low.

　　 Regardless of his mental age for the time being, about the strange talk and the unthinkable, Fuka Yan changed the subject and asked, "Lian Hua-sang, please tell me about the strange talk that happened in this room first."

"Yes." After the topic came back, Lianhua looked at Fukami Xia Yan's gaze with seriousness. She confirmed again, "All kinds of incredible things have happened in this room, but you really Want to know?"

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan did not hesitate, he nodded and became serious, "I came here from Tokyo for this kind of thing, please let Lian Huasang tell me."

"That's what I said." Lianhua knew that the man in front of him would not shrink back. She asked again only out of responsibility. Now that she had received a positive answer, she continued to say, "Mr. Fukami, please look here. side."

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan followed the black floral kimono girl Lianhua's prompt and looked over, but there was nothing there.

　　 is wrong.

　　 Suddenly, the sky fell into the ground, exactly the same as the headache he had suffered from a hangover in the morning, and his dizziness was dizzy.

　　 And at this time, Fukasaw Xia Yan heard a voice saying, "Then, please enter the beautiful and illusory picture of men and women."

"and many more."

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan wanted to talk, he didn't want to enter the beautiful picture of men and women. What he wanted was to know the strange stories related to the dolls.

　　Causality is the multi-faceted mirror of the brilliance of the spinning spinning wheel

　　The floating world is vast but a fleeting dream

　　 good and evil love and confession are definite

　　 in the wheel of fortune

　　 swallowed in the darkness of the yellow spring

　　 Woohoo, I am the man of dreams

　　The Viewer of Fantasy Love

　　 Only in the Wanhua mirror, it will last forever.

　　 Following a burst of unspeakable words that seemed to have been heard somewhere, Xia Yan fell into a coma.

　　 hiss~

　　The dream is very real. He became a music teacher at a girls' school. His name is Axe God Zibigu. He has a fascination that makes him addicted-to capture the pure and energetic photos of the girls with his camera.

among them.

　　 There is a photo he liked so much in the past, but now it can no longer cause his throbbing.

　　 because.

　　Compared with the beauty of this photo, he fell in love with his student-Bon Zhi Mist.

　　Forbidden love.

　　 However...

　　 Even so, he couldn't stop his mind, or maybe because of long-term depression, his love for the camp of fog branch has become deeper.

　　 just...

　　 What he didn't expect was that under his scrutiny and stalking, he discovered that the female student he fell in love with had an incredible secret-Bon Zhi Mist Branch was a vampire.

　　 The monster that exists in the strange story, but this still can't stop him, the axe **** Zibigu is hopelessly fond of the fog branches of the camp and his students.

　　……

this is……

　　 There was some confusion in memory. It was dawn, and he woke up in this room of the mountain hotel, rubbing his head that seemed to be aching hangover.

　　 He remembered, his name is Fukami Natsuhiko, a third-rate novelist from Tokyo who came to this hotel for the second time in order to serialize the story of the novel.

　　 Head back faintly pained, and I saw Xia Yan remembered that when I came to the hotel yesterday late, although he was sorry to occupy Lianhua's room again, only this room can inspire him.

　　 Originally, he also brought a hand gift to apologize, but Lianhua accepted his gift and left with a "hum".

　　 Knowing that the gift was useless, he had borrowed the room next to the dolls, and he still needed to count on Lianhua for collecting materials.

　　 But...

　　 felt his stomach, and saw that Xia Yan thought it would be better for him to fill his stomach first, and Miss Inamori should help him prepare breakfast.

　　 By the way.

After having breakfast, I saw that Xia Yan planned to go around the mountain hotel. The last time he came, he spent all the time in the hotel. It is a pity not to appreciate the surrounding scenery, after all, it is only leading to this hotel. The Zhulin Road in the hotel is just that beautiful, and it's worth looking forward to.

"Humph."

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan came to the courtyard after breakfast, the girl in the black floral kimono that appeared suddenly looked at him with a cold snort and then retracted her gaze, and walked away without looking back.

"That one……"

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan would of course not let Lianhua go, he hurried a few steps to catch up and said, "Do you still like Lianhuasang as a gift? That's the delicious daifuku I bought at Miyoshiya in Tokyo."

"Humph."

　　 Mentioned that the gift stopped Lianhua, she turned her head and glanced at Xia Yan. She still knows the truth about short-mouthed people and short-handed people, and she can't always get angry because of one thing.

　　 After thinking for a while, Lianhua sighed lightly, "Just so-so, Daifuku is a little bit too sweet."

　　 Is it too sweet? Seeing that Xia Yan didn't know how to complain, he was silent for a moment, but then he realized that this didn't seem to be the point.

"That one……"

　　 Seeing Xia Yan smirkly, he planned to change the subject and invited him, "I'm going to have a look near the mountain hotel. Will Lian Hua-sang want to be together."

　　 Isn't this fun? Lianhua nodded, and it was the first time someone invited her, so she just accepted it with difficulty.

In the surroundings of the mountain hotel, I saw that Xia Yan had never been there, but for some reason he always felt very familiar. They did not need to lead the way by the local monster, Lianhua, they just went around enjoying the beautiful scenery.

　　 just...

　　Only around the mountain hotel, the range of action is still a bit small. I have seen all the places to see. It didn't take long to see that Xia Yan and Lianhua were in a crisis with nowhere to go, so they could only return to the hotel.

and many more……

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan looked to one side, there seemed to be something vaguely in his memory in that direction.

　　 After hesitating, I saw Xia Yan and said, "Let’s go over there, Lian Huasang."

　　 Compared to the option of having no place to walk around and go back to the hotel, he believed his instincts, maybe that direction really has nothing to say.

　　 Lianhua looked at Xia Yan’s direction and was lost in thought, where the tree **** was. After a while, she smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

　　 Lianhua smiled more beautifully. Compared with usual or sighing and meaningful appearance, I see that Xia Yan still likes girl smiles, or that no one in this world doesn't like beautiful girl smiles.

　　 Following the direction of his instinct, the two of them walked all the way. As they were about to walk out of the end of a forest, the feeling of Xia Yan was getting stronger and stronger. There was something waiting for him in front of him.

That is……?

The open and flat mountainous land is surrounded by flowers and grass. There is a path leading to a century-old tree full of marriage cards. A red knotting rope loops around the trunk. There is a tall box and a caster with a red line marriage card hanging on the front right. Qiankou.

"This is the fate tree." Seeing Xia Yan's astonishment, Lianhua explained, "For the tree of fate, write the name of the person you like on the fate card and hang on the tree with a red thread to make a wish. God prays that if you meet a good marriage, your dream will come true in the next year."

　　 "Is there... such a god?" Xia Yan couldn't help but asked Fukashin. He hadn't been to shrines and temples before, and if he was effective, he would not have been a third-rate stranger novelist.

"There is an old saying in the country opposite the distant ocean. If you believe it, you won't believe it or not." The strange novelist and even after knowing that she is a Zashiki boy doubted the accuracy of this kind of thing, Lianhua could only remind him, "Mr. This makes sense."

　　 Indeed.

　　 Seeing that Xia Yan felt that he was silly, Lianhua was right, and the most important point was that it came from the mouth of the boy Zashiki. Even the incredible things said this tree, so it will almost really work.

　　 But...

　　 When I had the idea of ​​wishing, I saw Xia Yan was stunned again. He didn't have a girlfriend, so there was no name to write.

　　 Lianhua also said just now, it seems that you can make a wish for marriage, but compared to having a girlfriend, Fukumi Xia Yan wants to ask about career things, such as making his strange novels popular with the whole people.

"The tree **** is the **** in charge of marriage." You can understand the general idea by observing a person's expression. Lianhua saw Fukasie Xia Yan's thoughtful appearance, she reminded again ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ career. Maybe it’s useful to make a wish. "

　　 Lianhua has already said very clearly, it may be useful to make a wish to a marriage **** if it is beyond the scope of ability, which means that a large part of it is probably useless.

　　 If you give up wishing to the very efficacious marriage tree **** and see that Xia Yan feels very bad, even if you ask for marriage, he will need a girlfriend anyway.

　　 If you think about it this way, seeing Xia Yan, he doesn't hesitate. He put a hundred yen coin into the cash box, and then took a marriage card with a pen for writing beside it, but he hesitated again when he was about to write.

　　 "Lianhua?"

　　 When Fukahiko saw that Xia Yan recovered, he looked at the marriage card in his hand. He didn't know when he had already written down the name of the Zashiki Boy and Girl.

　　 And he looked at Lianhua beside him...

　　 Accompanied by a headache, following the trance of consciousness, I saw that Xia Yan lost consciousness in vain.

this is……

　　 There was some confusion in memory. It was dawn, and he woke up in this room of the mountain hotel, rubbing his head that seemed to be aching hangover.

　　 He remembered, his name is Natsuhiko Fukami, a third-rate novelist from Tokyo who came to this hotel for the fifth time in order to serialize the story of the novel.

　　……

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