This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 242 - 197: The Treasure Beichuan Huili (4000 words)_2

Chapter 242: Chapter 197: The Treasure Beichuan Huili (4000 words)_2

As for Shen Gu Mirai on the other side, she left first with understanding.

She knew that Beichuan Si still had to receive Nakajima Michika after school and didn’t interfere with his plan.

"Then, Mr. Beichuan, I’ll leave Shihua in your care."

Qianye Yuki and her sister Qianye Cang stood at the entrance of Beichuan Si’s house, bowing their thanks to him.

Beichuan Si nodded, "Leave it to me."

Twenty million yen was not accepted for nothing, he would definitely give his all.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qianye Yuki and her sister Qianye Cang got in their car and left, leaving Nakajima Michika, who was wearing a mask, standing next to Beichuan Si.

"Miss Nakajima, I may do something rude in the future, I hope you will bear with me."

Beichuan Si’s tone was even, emphasizing the words "rude" and "bear" to give Nakajima Michika a heads up.

"Ahaha... Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged with Yuki and you, Mr. Beichuan, to be under your care."

Nakajima Michika chuckled and entered the Beichuan Family house.

But she didn’t see the shining eyes of Beichuan Si.

"Hmm, don’t worry, I’ve been paid, I will definitely take good care of you," Beichuan Si murmured to himself.

The Beichuan Family house was average in size, not too big but not too small either.

A living room, a kitchen, a washroom, separate bath and toilet, and on the other side, there was a small yard for drying clothes.

Upstairs on the second floor, the first room was Beichuan Si’s, the second was Beichuan Huili’s. The third and the fourth rooms were guest rooms and the master bedroom.

Beichuan Si had offered the always vacant master bedroom for Nakajima Michika’s use.

He had also sought the opinion of Beichuan’s mother on this matter, and she didn’t mind, treating it as if her son had brought home a girlfriend.

Beichuan’s mother’s open-mindedness also relieved Beichuan Si.

After all, the third room was Shen Gu Mirai’s.

He had already promised Shen Gu Mirai that the room was prepared for her.

On this point, Beichuan Si didn’t want to break his promise.

Once inside the house, Nakajima Michika took off her mask, hat, sunglasses, and such, and began to look around.

She was looking here and there, eyes sparkling with interest.

"Miss Nakajima, have you never lived in a house like this?"

Beichuan Si poured a cup of tea for Nakajima Michika, placing it on the coffee table and asking.

"Uh... I really haven’t."

Nakajima Michika sat down, her dignified face revealing a self-deprecating smile: "To me, a house is an estate... or rather, something like a prison. Later, when I was out on my own, the food and accommodations were much worse than those at your house, Mr. Beichuan."

Her tone turned deep:

"After becoming famous, I moved back into a similar estate, the difference this time was that I had the key to the prison in my hands."

"So this kind of warm home of Mr. Beichuan’s is a new experience for me."

Indeed, for Nakajima Michika, this was a novel experience.

"Is that so?" Beichuan Si took a sip of his tea.

Nakajima Michika seemed to be hiding some secrets, but Beichuan Si wouldn’t ask.

Only when Nakajima Michika was willing to speak would he listen.

"Would you like to eat, Miss Nakajima?"

"No need, I’m not hungry yet. Don’t you have a sister, Mr. Beichuan? Let’s wait for her to come back and then cook."

Nakajima Michika leaned on the sofa, answering somewhat casually.

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Beichuan Si was no longer in a rush.

Beichuan Huili would be home soon too.

He sat down as well.

Then, as Nakajima Michika glanced over at him now and then, he pulled out his homework from his bag, quickly scanned it, and began to solve the problems.

About three minutes later, perhaps bored, Nakajima Michika came over with great enthusiasm and said:

"This is Kyubei High School’s homework, right? Hehe, not to boast, but I’m pretty good at these, Mr. Beichuan, do you need my guidance?"

But the next moment, Beichuan Si put away his pen and, without looking back, replied:

"I’ve already finished."

"Ah?"

That fast?

Wasn’t it just three or four minutes? Was he already done?

Nakajima Michika scratched her head, seeming a bit surprised, "That fast?"

"The homework isn’t hard, besides—"

Beichuan Si turned his face slightly, "Doing homework is a student’s primary task, Miss Nakajima."

His meaningful words caused Nakajima Michika to smile embarrassedly, rubbing her fingers together, "It’s just that I thought Mr. Beichuan might encounter some problems he couldn’t solve."

But Beichuan Si pointed out sharply,

"You’re just too bored, right?"

Uh—

His words hit the bullseye, and Nakajima Michika coughed several times, taking a sip of water before she managed to suppress it.

"If Miss Nakajima really is too bored, perhaps you could lend a hand when I cook later. How about you?"

Beichuan Si had already packed his homework into his backpack.

"...Well...that sounds good." Nakajima Michika laughed childishly.

Her demeanor wasn’t quite that of a superstar singer; her speech and thought patterns were closer to those of contemporary youth.

Seeing her agree, Beichuan Si pulled out his phone, beginning to scroll through private messages.

Meanwhile, Nakajima Michika looked around—

Becoming a bit bored.

Beichuan Si noticed her demeanor and suggested,

"As a singer, Miss Nakajima, you must be quite familiar with musical instruments. If you’re really that bored, you’re welcome to play around with them."

Strictly speaking, Nakajima Michika didn’t bring much luggage.

Just a suitcase and a guitar.

There were rumors that there were drums and pianos at Qianye Yuki’s place, but they couldn’t fit in the Beichuan family’s house, so they weren’t brought over.

But even just a guitar should have been enough for Nakajima Michika’s use.

"Humph, that guitar isn’t just for playing, Mr. Beichuan."

Nakajima Michika joked, "It’s my lucky guitar. Apart from when I need it, I usually keep it stored away."

Lucky guitar?

Beichuan Si was unsure of how much emotion Nakajima Michika’s words contained.

But he could clearly see the fleeting sorrow in her eyes as she said, "Apart from when I need it, I usually use it."

She must have some untold hardship.

The atmosphere quieted down.

After a while, the front door opened, and Beichuan Hui Li’s spirited voice came from the entrance, "Brother Temple, I’m back! Eh...? Is there a guest?"

Her voice arrived, and so did Beichuan Hui Li, appearing at the edge of the living room.

She looked over curiously.

Then—

Beichuan Hui Li’s expression changed.

"Naka...naka...naka...naka..."

She stuttered for quite a while, swallowing all her preceding words before her eyes widened, "Nakajima Michika?!"

This exaggerated reaction made Beichuan Si take another look at Nakajima Michika.

Was her renown really that great?

"Hello, I am Nakajima Michika. You must be Mr. Beichuan’s sister, Beichuan Hui Li, right?"

Nakajima Michika clearly had experience dealing with enthusiastic fans. She put on a calm and composed smile, her manner dignified and natural, as if the person who had just looked like a helpless, salted fish wasn’t her at all.

What Nakajima Michika didn’t expect, however, was for Beichuan Hui Li to turn towards Beichuan Si with tears in her eyes, "Brother Temple! Is Shihua dead?!"

Uh—

The smile froze on Nakajima Michika’s face.

Beichuan Si paused with his teacup mid-lift.

After a while, Beichuan Si figured out Beichuan Hui Li’s train of thought and answered, "The Nakajima Michika before you is the real person, not a Spiritual Body. I don’t have the power to bring a star’s spiritual body home."

Beichuan Hui Li had apparently assumed that just like Nishijou Kelian, Nakajima Michika had been picked up by Beichuan Si from outside.

"Really?! It’s the real Shihua?!"

Beichuan Hui Li’s expression changed again.

"..." Nakajima Michika.

Watching Beichuan Hui Li’s initial shock turn to sadness, then from sadness back to shock, her face-shifting technique almost comparable to an art form, Nakajima Michika moved her lips slightly, maintaining her smile, "Yes. I am Nakajima Michika."

She had thought that Beichuan Hui Li, like Beichuan Si, might be a cold person as well.

But now it seemed—Beichuan Hui Li was quite the little gem.

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