After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"Who is this?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to a photo frame on the windowsill table, different from other photos of a family of three in other photo frames or photos of the other party's youth at first glance, this photo seemed to be listed separately.

In the photo is a woman with gray-purple hair. Her long hair is tied behind her head. She is wearing a formal kimono that is only worn at the beginning of the New Year. She looks about in her early twenties. She is standing next to the stone statue of the shrine with a peaceful smile. , looking at the camera with extremely gentle eyes.

Hearing this, Qingli only glanced at it before retracting her gaze, and lowered her head to focus on the document on the computer screen.

He said lightly, "That's my girlfriend."

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look in astonishment.

"You actually have a girlfriend?"

Qingli's typing hand paused, and she swept towards him: "Why, it's not surprising that I have a girlfriend at my age."

"So you like women."

"...Is there any ambiguity in your sentence?"

However, the other party didn't intend to answer him at all, and still said to himself: "But there is only one person living in this apartment."

Not understanding why he was obsessed with this matter, Qingli felt a little strange in her heart but didn't think much about it, she answered calmly on the surface: "We haven't lived together yet, she only comes to my apartment occasionally, what's the problem? "

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "...what's your girlfriend's name."

"Don't go too far, I have no obligation to tell you the information of the people around me."

Qingli's face was sullen, so she turned cold and gave the order to evict the guest.

"I think Mr. Gojo has been here long enough, it's time for you to leave."

"You protect your girlfriend too well, you can't even mention it... I see, then I will go first, and I will come to you tomorrow."

"Please don't come tomorrow, thank you."

boom.

The door of the apartment was slammed shut, shaking the entire floor of the building.

Facing the closed door, Gojo Satoru was speechless for a while, then turned and left, muttering in a low voice while walking while pinching his chin.

"Being preempted by someone? That's not right, the message didn't mention that he has a lover..."

After a long time, he stopped at the stairs with a clear smile on his face.

"Ha, that's how it is, you little liar."

.........

On the other side, after seeing off the troublesome guy, Qingli leaned against the door and let out a breath slowly, the expression of anger that she deliberately put on before had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to agree to be friends with this person, so let's take it one step at a time.

If you really plan to establish contact with others, then you probably can't hide your own affairs.

Or a person is more free.

Having experienced too many things in the afternoon, the brain was overloaded and chaotic, Qingli didn't want to think too much, so she made herself a casual dinner, washed up and went to bed early.

The next day, Qingli got up early in the morning and got out of bed, in case someone who didn't wink came to him again today, he decided to take the initiative and stay outside for a day before coming back.

Thinking of this, Qingli dried her body and walked out of the bathroom, all the way to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom, observing her obviously female body lines in the mirror, his expression was indifferent, as if he had already gotten used to it.

Sunny has a secret.

There is a secret that has never been known to outsiders except those close to them.

Under certain conditions, he can turn into a woman, and of course back.

This is the result of accidentally falling into the cursed spring called Niangniangquan when I was in junior high school. If you touch cold water, you will become a woman, and if you touch hot water, you can change back. This kind of body that can switch between sexes at any time is also the result of growing up. One of the reasons for wanting a human connection.

Qingli stroked her gray-purple hair, and saw that the length on the male body was only to the middle of the back, but on the female body it was almost to the waist.

"Well... why don't you take the opportunity to go out to the barber shop."

I haven't cut it much since I grew long hair, and it's been a long time since I last went to the barber shop.

Qingli brushed her hair behind her ears, walked towards the closet calmly, and opened the closet door.

The closet is very large, with men's clothing and women's clothing on two sides. He casually took a seasonal woolen coat and a pair of skinny jeans, changed into underwear and a base layer, and put on a coat. After tidying up everything, Qingli took out his mobile phone and wallet and was ready to go out. , After thinking for a while, he took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer and put them on his face, covering most of his face.

With such a completely different attire, no one would connect the current him with his male self.

Haha, Qingli is not at home today, it is useless for anyone to look for it, if you are not at home, you are not at home.

Bye bye.

After locking the door of the house, Haruto pushed on her sunglasses, stepped on her leather boots and left the apartment building humming a little song.

Qingli first went to the barber shop to cut her hair short, and then used her mobile phone to make a call to her family members who lived in other areas.

"Hello? Mom, I'm Haruhi, are you home today?"

"Well, well, I want to go back and see you. Nothing happened. You know my relationship situation. Just go out to relax."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Qingli finally said: "Okay, then I'll hang up first." Then he hung up the phone and put the phone back in his pocket.

Standing on the streets of Shinjuku, Qingli looked at the blue sky in the distance, the wind blew his hair and brought a slight chill, which made people shrink their necks.

"Tsk, I knew I would come out wearing a scarf, forget it, let's go to the station first."

It took about 40 minutes from Shinjuku to Chiba City. It was just after nine o'clock when Haruto arrived at his hometown. Saotome Masako greeted her son, whom she had not seen for a long time, and entered the house. Looking at his attire, she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Faced with her mother's teasing expression, Qingli took off her woolen coat and hung it on the hanger, and glanced at the living room.

"Where's Dad?"

Saotome Masako said, "Your father went fishing."

"What kind of fish are you fishing in this weather? I'm really not afraid of the cold. Has he given up writing completely?"

"Who knows, as long as Hong Ma is happy."

After speaking, he couldn't help smiling, and was speechless for a while.

"Mom, if you spoil Dad like this, you will spoil him."

"Oh, Qingli, you just haven't met the person worthy of your tolerance, so naturally you can't understand."

Saotome Masako covered her mouth and chuckled, and the topic turned back to Haruto: "You'll be 30 next year, aren't you planning to find a partner? Although mom doesn't necessarily need you to find a confidant, but After all, a person is a bit lonely, I am very worried..."

"Mother."

Qingli interrupted her suddenly, took off the big sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and put them on the table, looking straight at her mother with a slightly sad face.

"I'm fine on my own, don't worry, the others can just go with the flow."

"...You are a real kid." Saotome Masako knew that the other party would not listen to her advice, so she stopped talking, "Okay, it's a rare time to go home and stop saying those spoiling things, Haruzato Go to the TV, if you need to go online, your dad’s laptop is in the study, you can use it.”

"I see."

Haruto nodded and turned to sit on the sofa in the living room to watch TV. Not long after, Masako Saotome, who had finished her work in the kitchen, also sat down, and the mother and son watched a comedy variety channel talking and laughing.

This was probably his happiest time in the last two days, and the pleasant time came to an end here.

Diling, ringing—the phone rings abruptly.

Qingli picked up the phone and looked at it. The caller note on it was "five", and his face immediately collapsed.

"Who is calling, why is there such an expression?" Seeing his delicate expression, Masako Saotome took a closer look, "It's a name I've never seen before."

"Well... someone I just met recently, I'll go to the study to answer the phone first."

Qingli answered slowly, went to the quiet study and pressed the answer button.

Originally, he wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but when he thought of Gojo Satoru's questioning yesterday

In his own emotional life, he simply did nothing and kept answering the phone as his girlfriend to prove this lie.

"Hello? Which one?"

Hearing his voice on the other side, he was silent for two seconds before speaking: "Hey—who are you? Didn't I call Qingli?"

Qingli responded calmly: "Qingli can't answer the phone now because of something. I am Qingli's girlfriend. If you have something to tell me, I will tell him."

However, the expected surprise did not appear, Gojo Satoru acted more calmly than himself.

"What is Sunny doing?"

"He...he's taking a shower."

"Then you give him the phone."

Qingli twitched the corner of her mouth silently, not allowing him to do so.

"No, Qingli doesn't like to be interrupted while taking a shower. If you have anything to do, sir, you can tell me directly."

Originally thought that Gojo Satoru would retreat in the face of difficulties, so he believed his words, but what the other party said next made Haruhi regret picking up the phone call, wishing to rush in front of that person and punch him.

The tone on the other end of the receiver was playful, and he asked a series of questions in a flat tone.

"Oh, you said you were Qingli's girlfriend, how long have you been talking about it? Have you ever done it? Do you usually like xx style, xx style or xxxx style? As his friend, I'm curious."

Haruhi: "..."

Listening to the blocked words flying all over the sky, Qingli's expression became more and more dull, and she hung up the phone resolutely and pulled her into the blacklist again.

Masako Saotome, who was sitting in front of the TV, saw her son coming back, and found his face darkened, and asked concerned: "What's wrong? Why is your face so ugly?"

Haruto took a deep breath, trying to straighten out her expression.

"It's nothing, I encountered a harassing phone call."

"But you just now..." Saotome Masako hesitated to speak, suddenly realized something, and then raised an ambiguous smile at him, without further questioning.

Guessing that her mother must be thinking about it again, Qingli kept silent very wisely, not wanting to know what she understood from her words.

After all, it will not be a good thing.

"Huh? It actually hung up."

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the back seat of the car staring at the screen of his mobile phone. He wanted to call again but found that he was blocked. This familiar operation really made people wonder.

He put away his cell phone and asked the man in the driver's seat, "Yidizhi, how long will it take to get to Chiba?"

Yizhi Jiegao who was called by his name was trembling all over his body. He couldn't help recalling the string of sexual harassment remarks just now. He worried that he didn't die in the Shibuya Incident but was silenced by Gojo Gojo because he heard something he shouldn't have heard. Time trembled with fear.

"Ah... ah! Still, there are still 10 minutes."

Gojo Satoru snorted: "Two 10 minutes, it's really slow, drive faster."

"Yes Yes!"

After all, Yidizhi Jiegao slammed on the accelerator and drove towards the destination at the fastest speed in his life.

Saotome Haruna was bored sitting on the sofa watching TV programs, and Saotome Masako was preparing for lunch. Because there was one more person in the family, she wanted to make more rich meals, so she got busy early.

Suddenly, there was an ouch from the kitchen, followed by Saotome Masako poking her head out with a spatula and shouting.

"Qingli, the miso at home is used up, go and buy some for mom, it's the same brand as before."

Qingli blinked, stuffed the half of the orange in her hand into her mouth, said yes vaguely, put on her coat, put her cell phone in and walked out the door, with a hint of impatience, as if she was bored at home .

However, 5 minutes after he left, Saotome Masako thought of something, and walked out of the kitchen again, but there was no one there.

She rubbed her face worriedly.

"Forgot to tell him that a section of the frequented route is blocked, it should be fine..."