This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 246 - 199. The Clearly Arranged Salty Egg Shihua (4000 words!)_2

Chapter 246: Chapter 199. The Clearly Arranged Salty Egg Shihua (4000 words!)_2

"Ah ah ah!!!!"

Originally still venting, Nakajima Michika suddenly found her perspective shift, and before she knew it, her neck was being pinched and she was lifted off the ground.

Her limbs flailing wildly, she didn’t remotely resemble the queen of the contemporary music scene.

Beichuan Si glanced at her,

"Miss Nakajima seems to always enjoy speaking such disheartening things."

"No, what I said was totally the truth..."

"Don’t worry," Beichuan Si’s delicate and stern face approached Nakajima Michika, his chilling gaze instantly quieting her, "This is my job, and I will definitely do it right."

I had never heard of such a job!

Nakajima Michika was throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

But in the hands of Beichuan Si, she was just like Sun Wukong unable to stir any trouble; after a series of futile resistance, Beichuan Si carried her out the door.

Behind these two, Beichuan Huili, still in her pajamas, gulped in fear and pretended to see nothing before going back to her own room.

Once they were outside, Nakajima Michika became much more compliant, and on the ground again, she could only obediently put on a face mask and sunglasses, following behind Beichuan Si who was shouldering a sports bag.

She was a celebrity after all. If she kept up her previous behavior, wouldn’t she attract unwanted attention?

"...I haven’t brushed my teeth, nor washed my face," Nakajima Michika murmured in complaint.

She was as tall as Beichuan Si, her voice much more mature, and was even four years older.

But in front of Beichuan Si, she felt like a child, utterly powerless.

She was like an enlarged version of Beichuan Huili, straight-up an older sister Salty Egg.

"Fast walking for thirty minutes shouldn’t be a problem, right?" Beichuan Si ignored her murmurs, maintaining his jogging pace and occasionally glancing at the brisk Nakajima Michika beside him.

Nakajima Michika rolled her eyes helplessly and said listlessly, "No way, I can’t do it, let me go back, Mr. Beichuan."

This ’Nakajima Michika triple combo’ made Beichuan Si glance at her expressionlessly.

But Beichuan Si seemed to have anticipated her response, simply replying, "Please rest assured, Miss Nakajima, I have a way to eradicate your laziness, although it might be slightly impolite."

"...I’m not feeling reassured here!" Nakajima Michika looked at Beichuan Si following her, her face twitching, but her pace slowed.

Then...

Then Nakajima Michika saw Beichuan Si pulling out a finely woven rattan from somewhere.

Upon closer inspection, the rattan appeared to be oiled and shiny, showing great flexibility and resilience.

"I haven’t slept all night just to prepare this for Miss Nakajima," Beichuan Si said, flicking his wrist.

Snap!!!

The rattan whipped through the air.

Only then did fear replace the dejection on Nakajima Michika’s valiant face, "Wait a second, Mr. Beichuan, what are you trying to do?"

"As long as you fall behind my steady jogging pace, Miss Nakajima, I will whip you once."

"No way! You are threatening me! Mr. Beichuan! You can’t do this! When I started staying at your house, you never said anything like this!" Nakajima Michika cried out in anguish.

To her pitiful expression, Beichuan Si simply flicked the rattan in his hand without a trace of emotion, "In fact, I have already mentioned to Miss Nakajima that there might be some rudeness in taking care of you, and you agreed and even said, ’Leave it to me to handle,’ so everything I am doing now is just fulfilling my duty."

What?!!!

Playing dirty like that?

Nakajima Michika remembered Beichuan Si saying that; indeed, she had casually agreed, but she had never imagined such a casual agreement would cause such a huge mistake!

Thinking this, her pace slowed again—

Snap!!!

Beichuan Si raised his hand and whipped Nakajima Michika’s buttocks mercilessly.

"Ow ow ow!!!"

Nakajima Michika quickly walked forward two steps, covering her behind to create some distance from Beichuan Si.

"You’re out of luck, Miss Nakajima, during the half year you’ll be staying at my house, I will discipline you just as I do Hui Li," Beichuan Si said, his voice devilish, closely trailing behind her like a relentless maggot.

"I’ll tell Yuki!" Nakajima Michika couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"I just discussed this method with Miss Qianye this morning, she fully supports it, and, by the way, your mobile number has been blacklisted by her."

"I heard from Miss Qianye, you’re from Kagoshima County, aren’t you? There’s quite a distance from Tokyo, and I hope, Miss Nakajima, that you don’t make me go to the trouble of fetching you back from Kagoshima County."

Nakajima Michika coughed twice, her face changing dramatically: "...Are you a devil?"

She had thought Beichuan Si was a decent young man, but now it was clear he was nothing but a deceiving devil dressed in a high school student’s guise!

Beichuan Si didn’t show the slightest reaction to her words, instead lifting his hand again and precisely spanking Nakajima Michika’s behind.

"I... I’ll just leave," Nakajima Michika held back, obediently maintaining her brisk walking pace.

Brisk walking and jogging are quite different types of exercise.

Jogging requires long-term engagement of the whole body, whereas brisk walking is gentler and more suitable for recuperation.

Thirty minutes later—

Having returned home, Nakajima Michika threw herself on the couch with no image to uphold, her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water.

The masculine grace and sternness that once adorned her neutral face had vanished, replaced by a feeling akin to a salted fish turning over.

"Please have some tea, Shihua," Beichuan Huili had gotten up and swiftly brought over some hot tea upon seeing Nakajima Michika’s state.

"Thank you... Huili is truly an angel to her sister."

Nakajima Michika gulped down the tea, dispelling the chill in her body and quenching her thirst.

Just as she looked up intending to ask Beichuan Huili for another cup of tea, she noticed that Beichuan Si had unknowingly appeared silently in front of her.

Nakajima Michika jolted, crying out in alarm:

"Mr. Beichuan?!"

But she quickly shrank back, her mouth agape—

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Having maintained a lifeless state for so long, she seldom exercised.

Being forced to walk briskly for half an hour like this, of course, left some muscle pain in her calves.

But suddenly, a warm flow swept through her legs.

The muscle pain eased, and even her behind didn’t hurt anymore.

Nakajima Michika watched in astonishment as Beichuan Si knelt down, pulled up her sweatpants,

Beichuan Si’s hands seemed to be massaging an acupoint, yet it appeared different.

Black currents flowed between his fingers, entering her legs.

Having known Yuki Qianye for a long time, Nakajima Michika also believed in supernatural phenomena and had heard about Beichuan Si’s abilities from Yuki Qianye.

Seeing his serious expression, Nakajima Michika asked subconsciously:

"That’s the ’Dead Qi’ Yuki mentioned, isn’t it? The one that healed her legs..."

"Mm. Miss Qianye should have told you."

Beichuan Si withdrew the Dead Qi, looked up and met Nakajima Michika’s gaze: "Once you get used to this level of activity, I won’t need to restore you anymore."

"I know that of course."

Nakajima Michika scratched her head, still somewhat puzzled, "Why are you wasting so much time on me, Mr. Beichuan? I am already a no-hoper, spending so much energy on me doesn’t benefit you at all, does it? If it’s for a reward..."

She sounded somewhat resigned, but what she said made sense.

Beichuan Si had no reason to do all this for her.

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