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“I understand. Everyone be careful. This is an absolutely terrible board game. Let’s stop playing at 8:30,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Kitahara Ai blushed and said excitedly:
"Why?! It's so much fun! And there's even more fun to come!"
"I suggest you put the most fun parts first."
“Brother, you don’t understand. It’s like eating a bento box. Save the best stuff for last. Anyway, you won’t regret it. Let’s continue!” Kitahara Ai said.
I continued playing with a low level of anticipation.
"Ah, an unexpected card, this is bad." Saito Harutori pinched her chin with some worry. "What will happen to me?"
"Let me see a semi-trailer truck carrying two bundles of steel coils speeding towards Sister Qingniao, but Sister Qingniao has fifteen points of strength and a ruthless personality, so she has decided not to back down. Now let's roll the dice to make a judgment!"
Is there any room for judgment in this situation?
And is being cold-blooded a personality trait that can rival a semi-trailer truck?
With Shishin in mind, Saito Harutori threw seventeen.
Then, Ai Kitahara announced a fact that shocked everyone present:
"Sister Qingniao threw seventeen! Adding her own fifteen points of strength, the total is thirty-two. The target's DC is thirty. Detection successful! Sister Qingniao punched the oncoming semi-trailer truck away!"
"I...I'm that strong?" A hint of surprise flashed in Saito Harutori's eyes.
Kitahara Ai said, "But we need to compensate the semi-trailer driver one million for vehicle repair costs."
Saito Harutori, who had narrowly escaped death, was even more confused:
"Huh? Why?"
"Because Cai Jiang said that her father works very hard driving a semi-trailer truck, we decided on this."
"
Saito Haruki had no choice but to hand over "one million" written in black pencil, with the remaining balance being "sixteen thousand."
It was Nagase Tsukiyo's turn to throw the ko.
"Lucky square?"
"Oh! This!" Kitahara Ai exclaimed excitedly, clasping her hands together. "This is the lucky square that can change your life!"
"lifetime?"
"Yes! For life! You became my lover while you were in school! During your high school years, you got full marks in all the subjects he taught! Don't ask! It's all because of the power of love!"
spouse?!
Nagase Tsukiyo's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She lowered her head, her fingers clenched, her lips bitten lightly, her shoulders and neck hunched, and her palms sweated.
She was extremely bad at hiding her emotions; every joint and muscle in the girl's body expressed shyness.
At the same time, Eri Kanzaki looked up but did not speak.
Saito Harutori's face showed disdain, but she still smiled and said:
"Moonlit Night is just a game, don't overthink it."
It's not you, it's someone else.
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Kitahara Hakuba really wanted to give this younger sister to Duanfei, and said with dissatisfaction:
"What kind of board game is this? It's all over the place!"
"Wait, wait, wait! I misread it!" Kitahara Ai quickly explained.
That's right, change it quickly.
Kitahara Ai gave an awkward smile and said:
"Brother, you have a girlfriend. If that's the case, Sister Yueye can't be your lover, she can only be your secret lover."
Her words dealt another heavy blow to everyone present.
The blush on Nagase Tsukiyo's face vanished abruptly. She pointed at herself and said, "I am... Kitahara-sensei's secret lover?"
"Hahaha, Moonlit Night, I never expected you to do something like this."
Saito Harutori said gloatingly,
"What would happen if your family found out?"
Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers gripped the hem of her nightgown tightly. No, she needed to calm down; this wasn't reality.
"Boring, Sunny Bird, you're taking this too seriously. It's just a game."
She feigned composure by slightly raising her eyebrows, but the hand gripping her skirt betrayed the girl's inner anxiety.
The culprit, Ai Kitahara, remains engrossed in her role as a game host:
"Don't worry, Sister Yueye. Because your intelligence is as high as 15 points, you've hidden this very well, so you've had a very peaceful three years of high school, and you get 30% more money each round! At the same time, Sister Yueye is very intelligent, so you can threaten your older brother to get half of his wealth!"
Upon hearing this, Saito Haruka burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as her ample breasts swayed alluringly with her movements.
"Moonlight, is this what you meant by intelligence being the foundation of everything?!"
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, came up behind Kitahara Ai, reached out and pinched her cheek, saying:
"This board game is terrible, you guys keep it and play it yourselves."
"Nyaru naru naru Kitahara Ai's mouth was pulled to both sides, and she uttered indistinct words."
"Eri-nee hasn't hit the right event card yet!"
Kitahara Hakuba dared not let Kanzaki Eri roll any dice: "The game is over, go back to your room and rest!"
"Oh no! It's only 8:10!"
Chapter 242, Section 241: The Hokkaido Girl Unfazed by Fear (4K)
Kitahara Ai's board game was forcibly ended by Kitahara Hakuba due to the outrageous nature of the incident. (Laura's Little Tax Geng Xin Sin Chopsticks)
With the departure of the Kitahara siblings, the once lively atmosphere seemed to have been sucked away, leaving only silence, with only the sound of the air conditioner unit sounding particularly clear.
Inside, only the three of them remained.
The air conditioning temperature of 26 degrees Celsius maintains a delicate balance in the air, neither making people feel unbearably hot nor too cold to make them shiver.
Nagase Tsukiyo gazed at Kanzaki Eri, who was sitting on the wooden bed maintaining her oboe.
She brought her trumpet with her this time, but since she was staying at Kitahara-sensei's house, she couldn't take it out to practice.
Saito Harutori knelt on the wooden floor and took out a blue eye mask decorated with stars from her suitcase.
She held the blindfold in her hand, and after several attempts, You Yu asked:
"What time do you two usually go to bed?"
“Unless there’s nothing else important, I’ll still be at 10:30,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.
Where is Huili?
Eri Kanzaki placed the well-maintained oboe into its instrument case: "10:30."
“I see.” Saito Harutori’s attitude was very natural. “Me too.”
Is it following my habits?
Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at their profiles, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to say anything. She simply didn't have the courage to verify these things with them face to face.
Her hand slowly glided through the folds of the bedding, her fingertips touching the soft fabric, as if silently soothing every inch of its texture.
Although the relationship between the three is not as good as before, their habits of getting along cannot be corrected in time.
In that instant, a strange impulse welled up in Nagase Tsukiyo's heart.
She wanted to find her old friends with whom she could talk about anything, and return to the warm times when they laughed and shared secrets together.
In fact, this thought would always pop into her mind for no reason, but in the end it was just a thought.
Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes slightly. The dream she once made of standing on the brass band stage together was about to be realized under the guidance of Kitahara-sensei, but the three of them were no longer the same as before.
Saito Harutori threw back the covers and sat down, taking out her phone and looking at something.
"Teacher Kitahara's home is so nice. She has loving parents, a cute little sister, and a detached house in Tokyo."
Compared to ordinary people, Kitahara-sensei's family situation is indeed quite good.
Nagase Tsukiyo gazed at her porcelain-smooth skin and asked softly:
"Qingniao, are you still living outside now?"
"Instead of asking that, Eri, please don't step on me when you get up in the morning," Saito Harutori said, her eyelids drooping as if in warning.
Nagase Tsukiyo unconsciously forced a smile: "No, Eri is very thoughtful."
Saito Harutori turned her head, looking puzzled, and said in a low voice:
“I remember during the Inona school trip, it was you who stepped on me when you got up.”
We slept on Japanese tatami mats. Eight girls shared one room, and every time you turned over, you were surrounded by the girls' hugs and affectionate touches.
“I already apologized back then ::::” Nagase Tsukiyo felt a little embarrassed when she heard her bring up the old matter again.
Saito Haruka gave her a wary look, brushed her long, brown hair behind her neck, and muttered to herself:
"If everything could be resolved simply by apologizing, everything would be much more convenient."
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Nagase Tsukiyo's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up to find Eri looking down at the two of them.
"Haru, did you apologize to Yuka?" she suddenly asked.
Saito Haruka frowned, squinted as if afraid of the light, and her cheeks were slightly hot. The phone screen showed the daily chat of the brass band group.
"You know Eri too? Did Tsukiyo tell you? Or was it Kitahara-sensei?"
Nagase Tsukiyo gripped the blankets with her right hand, a strange anxiety welling up inside her:
"I didn't tell anyone."