The noble evil young lady

"By the way, what are you doing here!?"

This mental retardation looks very suspicious!Could it be that you are in love with me?God!What if he falls in love with me! ?

No, if this mentally retarded man chases after my ass every day, won't even I be lowered a level? !

The crux of the matter is. . .There is no one around in this grove, if he comes to a tyrant to force his bow, my innocence of more than ten years will be destroyed in the hands of a mentally handicapped person.this. . .this. . .This is terrible! !

I look to both sides, and if something unusual happens, the chances of escape can be managed. (You think this is a gangster novel, and escape, I amp;... *%)

"I come here every afternoon to review my homework."

Miyamoto He spoke very naturally, I observed him carefully and found nothing.

"It's going to be dark soon, what are you studying, tell me honestly! Did you do something shameful!"

I narrowed my eyes and approached him step by step.

Unexpectedly, this mentally handicapped man gave me a blank look, and raised the things in his hand, "I have a flashlight."

"Then I'll go first."

When I left, I still didn't forget to look back at each step to see what he was doing.

This guy actually took the book out of his bag and read it with a flashlight, what a freak!

I just walked out of the woods, it was not completely dark yet, and I wanted to call my dad to tell my dad that I would be home later today, but my pocket was empty.

"Oh, I forgot it in the grove again, and I have to go back to get it." I knocked on my head as if venting my anger, muttering and returning the same way.

When he returned to the original place, Miyamoto He didn't know where he flew, and his mobile phone was lying in the grass.

Picking up the phone was about to return the same way.

"Young master, get in the car." An old man with gray hair and still tall and vigorous posture respectfully saluted Miyamoto He, speaking Japanese.

How could this ignorant mentally handicapped man look at an old man who was over fifty years old and salute him like this?

I feel indignant for that old grandpa in my heart.

My mother is Japanese. Although she passed away when I was very young, I still learned some Japanese from my grandparents. I can naturally tell that the old man is calling Miyamoto He "Young Master".

This title of young master seems to be what ordinary people should have!

This Miyamoto He is too unusual, the schoolbag is tattered, and even the image is so poor, but he is a capitalist, the car in front of him. . .

I noticed the cross on the top of the car and visually checked the length of the car body. . .It should be that Lincoln can't be wrong with lengthening.

I don't know if the world is crazy, or I am crazy.

Since he is rich, why does he have to be sneaky?Isn't it good to be aboveboard?Inexplicably, I became a little more suspicious of Miyamoto He's identity.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that rich people are indeed crazy!

I hid behind a small tree and watched them until the car was out of sight.

Looking up, the sky was already as black as spilled black ink.

I want to cry, but I will definitely be scolded by my father again when I go home, so I bowed my head resignedly,