This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 252 - 202: Dubian Kyoko (8000 Words Goal Achieved)_2

Chapter 252: Chapter 202: Dubian Kyoko (8000 Words Goal Achieved)_2

Right.

She pinched her brow.

It was already past ten at night, how could there possibly be someone else in her room?

"Surely it can’t be true like Ying said, that a Spiritual Body has latched onto me, right?"

Nakajima Michika forced a cheerful smile and joked to herself—

"I don’t know what state I’m in right now, but if you say I’m a Spiritual Body, it seems you’re not wrong."

The voice sounded again.

This time it rang out clearly from behind Nakajima Michika.

Nakajima Michika’s complexion paled instantly, and she stiffly turned her head like a malfunctioning robot to look behind her.

There was nothing but emptiness behind her.

"I’m right behind you."

Before Nakajima Michika could feel relieved, the voice echoed once more.

Nakajima Michika jerked, her mouth twitching as she turned pale.

First, she let out a couple of dry chuckles, then suddenly rushed to the door, her palm touching the doorknob, not yet starting to turn it—

Click.

The door opened on its own.

Nakajima Michika rigidly looked towards the doorway.

There lay a doll with a ferocious face, and she could even see it moving its button eyes in a very human-like manner.

Nakajima Michika shuddered, the fatigue and unease from the entire day’s events colliding with the extreme fear she felt now. She stumbled backward two steps and passed out on the bed.

Huh?

Nishijou Kurenai bounced up from the floor and couldn’t help but touch her round head with her plump hands, seemingly at a loss for how to handle the situation before her.

"Sorry, I think...I might have scared Shihua."

A faint voice once again wafted through the air.

Standing on the floor, Nishijou Kurenai took clumsy steps and made a ’remember to keep this from Brother Temple’ gesture towards the empty air. The same plump hands then produced a stream of pale golden light.

Just as she had previously sent benevolent thoughts to Magong Tong’s grandmother, Magong Dongzi.

A female figure with ear-length hair as a Spiritual Body gradually emerged within the pale golden light stream.

She wore simple clothes just like when she was alive, floating in the air.

Seeing that she finally materialized, Nishijou Kurenai halted the transmission of benevolent thoughts. She wiped her doll forehead, which had no trace of sweat, with round chubby arms, as if the previous effort had exhausted her.

After completing these actions, Nishijou Kurenai was just about to continue making some gestures at her.

But before she could finish her gestures, a cold voice already resounded from behind.

"I already know, Kurenai."

Nishijou Kurenai paused, and her doll head awkwardly looked back.

Without knowing when, an expressionless youth with a cool demeanor had already appeared behind her.

"..." Nishijou Kurenai.

Thud.

Nishijou Kurenai chose to simply fall to the ground and play dead.

Nothing was done by me, Brother Temple couldn’t see anything.

The little doll made such a plea.

But—

"I thought I called just to have you stabilize Miss Dubian, whose Spiritual Body isn’t yet stable?"

Beichuan Si picked the doll up from the ground, eyes fixed on the motionless Nishijou Kurenai.

Under his intimidating gaze, Nishijou Kurenai guiltily turned her head to the side.

Her prayer for mercy failed.

Fortunately, Beichuan Si didn’t continue to reprimand Nishijou Kurenai.

After all, aside from scaring Nakajima Michika into fainting, the rest was done well.

He looked at Dubian Kyoko floating timidly in the air and suggested, "How about we have a talk, just the two of us?"

"A talk...?"

Dubian Kyoko felt that this cold-faced youth was just too scary.

If Nishijou Kurenai felt as warm as the sunshine, then this youth made her feel like ice.

Especially since she could clearly sense that, if he wished, he could erase her from this world in an instant.

"Yes, about your current state, about Miss Nakajima’s attitude towards you, I want to make a deal with you."

Beichuan Si’s eyes twinkled with a crystalline brightness, his originally icy tone seemingly gaining a devilish allure in the eyes of Dubian Kyoko.

"What kind of deal?"

The innocent girl couldn’t help but ask.

"A trade that’s beneficial to you without any harm, and equally beneficial and harmless to Miss Nakajima, you must be a fan of Miss Nakajima’s music, right?"

Beichuan Si took out Dubian Kyoko’s student ID. Next to her student ID, there was a sticker of Nakajima Michika.

"I... I understand."

Dubian Kyoko swallowed hard.

She did indeed enjoy Nakajima Michika’s songs, but she also wanted to understand what exactly was going on with herself, how she had become like this as soon as she became conscious.

If the young man before her could unravel her doubts...

The trade then seemed to be something not so incomprehensible after all.

...

Nakajima Michika had slept so comfortably for the first time since she was diagnosed with leukemia, as she had been anxious every day, constantly worrying.

Having an undisturbed, comfortable sleep was an experience she hadn’t had in a long time.

Knock, knock, knock—

The crisp sound of knocking arose, and Nakajima Michika subconsciously got up from the bed, raising her arm to change into a pale pink tracksuit...

"Wait, no!" Nakajima Michika abruptly realized.

Hadn’t her room been haunted by a ghost yesterday? Why was she so carelessly putting on a tracksuit?! Moreover, the situation with the girl in the hospital was still unclear, and here she was, reflexively getting ready for exercise...

Nakajima Michika opened the door holding back her anger.

And then her anger deflated.

Beichuan Si was holding a wisteria twig, his expression as unchanged as usual.

As if the incident she experienced yesterday was nothing but a mere dream.

"Miss Nakajima, good morning, let’s go downstairs to freshen up, I’ll wait for you at the door."

After saying this, Beichuan Si turned and left under Nakajima Michika’s indescribably strange gaze.

It seemed that today’s exercise was still on, and if she didn’t do as Beichuan Si instructed, he might come over and drag her out the door again.

"After such an incident occurred just yesterday..."

Nakajima Michika’s face showed a complex expression.

She couldn’t not go; if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to learn the details about the female student from yesterday from Beichuan Si.

With mixed feelings, Nakajima Michika dragged her feet into the bathroom.

After freshening up, Nakajima Michika put on a mask and sunglasses and followed Beichuan Si out the door.

Just like always.

It seemed nothing had changed.

Amidst the silence and creepy atmosphere, just as Nakajima Michika was about to ask Beichuan Si—

"Do you want to know what happened at the hospital yesterday?"

Beichuan Si, as if reading her mind, suddenly spoke.

"Yes."

"The girl’s name is Dubian Kyoko, and she’s now out of critical condition, she’s still alive, but unconscious, with her whole body suffering from trauma, she’s been moved to the ICU ward for observation."

Beichuan Si deliberately enunciated the words ’out of critical condition’ very clearly.

"Out, out of critical condition?!"

Nakajima Michika instinctively moved closer to Beichuan Si, her face hopeful.

Slap!

Beichuan Si lifted his hand and struck with the wisteria twig; Nakajima Michika hurriedly covered her behind and hopped forward two steps.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"It’s about time she left the critical period, but I have something else I want to tell Miss Nakajima."

"Uh?"

"Dubian Kyoko’s parents have passed away, her grandparents live on the outskirts at the edge of Kanagawa Prefecture; if they knew their granddaughter was involved in a major traffic accident..."

Beichuan Si squinted his eyes and continued, "Regardless of what Miss Nakajima thought before, I don’t know why you’ve been so unmotivated, but I think for Dubian Kyoko in the hospital, you should also muster some motivation, right?"

"... Mr. Beichuan, you make a lot of sense."

Nakajima Michika pondered for a long while, murmuring softly.

"Anyway, I only have half a year left; if I can do something for this girl who has encountered such an unfortunate fate because of me within this half-year, I think I’ll accept it willingly."

Especially the fluctuating heartbeats on her ECG... it was undoubtedly a defiant cry for life.

Completely unlike her current gaming life, the other was genuinely struggling to live.

Beichuan Si observed Nakajima Michika, lost in her muttering, feeling a slight tremor in his heart.

His progress on this side was good.

Next, it depended on how things would go with Dubian Kyoko.

However—

"Isn’t this girl a bit too emotional?"

Observing Dubian Kyoko, who was floating next to Nakajima Michika and showing an about-to-cry expression, Beichuan Si deeply felt that she was not very reliable.