Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 12 I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Be Happy

Xiao Fujiang is very unhappy, extremely unhappy.

They only took a nap, so why, why did Fujang suddenly become so intimate with Kasyapa?!

They were so close, so very close!

Looking at Uta Kassapa, who had returned home and was asleep sometime earlier, she was afraid that she would still be kept in the dark if it weren't for the synchronized memories that told her what had happened last night.

Clearly, other people can do it too.
It's all Kasyapa's fault! It's all Kasyapa's fault for not letting people grow up!!

The more Fujang thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at Uta Kasyapa's sleeping face, she raised her little hand and began to punch his cheek.

"Hmm, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Opening his eyes groggily, Uta Kassapa looked at the angry Fukue who was hitting him, rubbed his eyes, and asked in confusion.

"Hmph, I'm just not happy!"

In the end, Xiao Fujiang did not tell Uta Kasaya everything that had happened the previous night, because if she knew this secret, Uta Kasaya would definitely change the way he interacted with her.

Looking at the suddenly angry Fue, Uta Kassapa had a headache, but he immediately assumed that Fue was angry because there was a strange woman in the house.

After all, Fu Jiang is a very jealous person. Even if she pretended to be so magnanimous last night, it's normal for her to have emotions after a whole night, especially since she can't go out as freely as before.

"Don't worry, I'll send her back today."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fujiang, who had her back to Uta Kasyapa, breathed a sigh of relief, but then huffed and said arrogantly.

"Hmph, whether you give it to me or not is none of my business!"

Seeing that Xiao Fujiang wasn't so angry anymore, Uta Kasyapa smiled, picked her up, turned her around, and rubbed her face against his as she struggled with her laughter.

"Ugh~ It's so dirty, it's covered in oil."

Uta Kassapa got up and went downstairs. Just as he was about to wash up, he saw Fukie sitting on the sofa.

"when did you come?"

"What, can't I come? You're the only one allowed to go to my room?"

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Faced with Fukie's teasing, Uta Kasyapa's mouth twitched for a moment, unable to utter a single rebuttal.

Of course I'm coming. What if I don't come and that bitch from who-knows-where last night leaves an impression on him?
Moreover, their relationship made an epic leap forward last night, so she's not just here for a casual stroll; she's here to assert her dominance as his girlfriend!
"Good morning, Kasyapa-kun."

On the second-floor handrail, after a night's sleep, the first thing Jia Yezi did upon waking was to look for Yu Da Jia Ye. Upon hearing the noise downstairs, she happily came down to greet him.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, Jia Yezi's words froze on her lips as she looked at Fu Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, exuding a seductive and alluring charm.

“Fujiang, it’s her.”

Seeing that Uta Kasyapa was about to explain himself, Fukie was secretly annoyed, but she still pretended to be magnanimous and indifferent and spoke up.

"The pills and water glass on the table, I bet they're from some place you picked up that's fallen girl, right? Why do you bring just anyone home?"

After complaining about Uta Kasyapa, Fukie looked up at Kayanoko on the second floor, sizing up the girl who was pretty but gave off a strange and uncomfortable feeling.

"Hello, my name is Kawakami Fukie, and I'm this guy's childhood friend."

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Jia Yezi looked at Fu Jiang, who was acting like a hostess and speaking with a sarcastic tone.

Her skin was flawless, her appearance stunning, and every move she made exuded captivating charm.

Comparing her own aloof and gloomy appearance, Jia Yezi felt a sudden pang of sadness, and a wave of loneliness and sorrow washed over her as she realized she had just found a haven only to be abandoned.

Looking at Uta Kassapa, who remained silent and tacitly accepted Fukie's identity, Jia Yezi suppressed the mixed feelings in her heart and forced a smile.

"Hello, Kawakami-kun."

After the conversation ended, Fujang nodded to Kasyapa and then looked at Uta Kasyapa.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make breakfast!"

With a slight kick to Uta Kasyapa's butt, Fujang lazily slumped on the sofa and casually picked up the comic that Fujang hadn't finished reading yesterday and opened it.

Uta Kassapa looked at Fukie, who seemed out of sorts today, and then at Kayokawa.

"Come down quickly, there are spare toothbrushes in the bathroom, use these first."

"Thank you, Kasyapa-kun." No one heard the last three words, "Kashyapa-kun," except for Kayokawa, as if she were using her last bit of courage to rebel against Fukie.

Although reborn in an island nation, Uta Kassapa still prefers the dietary habits of the Great Xia Dynasty, so he prefers noodles and similar foods for breakfast.

Three bowls of noodles were served, and Uta Kassapa took the opportunity to secretly bring a serving of milk and oatmeal to his room to feed Fukie.

Fu Jiang saw everything, but pretended not to know.

It doesn't matter, she'll never grow up anyway, so the advantage is mine.

Next time, the next time will be the time for me to take down Uta Kasyapa!

As for why I didn't win last night, it's simply because I wasn't ready!
While Uta Kayo was tidying up after breakfast, Fukie looked at Kayano, who had changed into her damp school uniform.

"You're also from Hayamigawa University?"

Jia Yezi nodded cautiously, feeling a deep sense of inferiority towards this swan-like girl.

"you do not know me?"

I've heard of it.

Fu Jiang nodded in realization, then looked at her timid and hesitant appearance, guessing that she was probably just another nobody in her class.

No threat? No, there is a threat.
Fu Jiang squinted at Jia Yezi's chest for a while. As a girl herself, she knew very well how amazing it would be if loose clothes could create a noticeable curve, and how amazing it would be when the truth was revealed.

After all, her clothes were always quite neat.
"Yu, Duo, Jia, Ye!!"

"What's wrong?"

Uta Kassapa, turning around from the kitchen, looked at Fukie, whose face had suddenly puffed up, completely bewildered.

"Hurry up and take Jia Yezi home!"

Hearing Fujang deliberately emphasize the word "deliver quickly," Uta Kasyapa smiled helplessly to himself.

The familiar Fujiang is back.

"Okay, right away."

After quickly changing his clothes, Uta Kassapa went to the drying room and found her socks. As soon as he picked them up, the damp touch made him frown.

Looking at Jia Yezi, who had already gone to the entrance hall.

"Jia Yezi, wait a minute."

"Eh?"

Before Jia Yezi could ask, Uta Kassapa went to his room and found a new pair of socks.

"Wearing this, your socks are still wet. Cold starts from the feet, so don't catch a fever again."

As he spoke, Uta Kassapa touched Kayano's sleeve.

"It's still wet, go back and change into something to sleep in."

Before Uta Kasyapa could finish speaking, Kayakko grabbed him and gave him a forced smile.

"No, no need, Kasyapa-kun, I... I'm fine."

Before Uta Kasyapa could reply, Kayano quickly changed her shoes and fled out of the room as if some ferocious beast was chasing her.

Upon seeing this, Uta Kassapa hurriedly chased after her, intending to find her, but discovered that Kassapa could no longer be seen on the street.

"Running so fast?"

Puzzled, Uta Kasyapa scratched his head and returned home.

Unbeknownst to them, behind the wall across a narrow street, Jia Yezi was leaning weakly against the courtyard wall.

Looking at the broken porcelain bowl in the yard, and her father who had driven her out of the house by yesterday's rainstorm and whom she had only seen once today, Jia Yezi slowly squatted down on the ground.

Recalling the warmth she felt at Uta Kasyapa's house last night, and the indifference she felt now, Kayokawa felt utterly defeated.

Maybe I'm just a girl who can't find happiness.

As soon as this thought arose, the surrounding birds suddenly took flight, screeching as they flew into the distance.

In her room on the second floor, beneath the diary on the bookshelf, a shadow, swallowing the darkness, struggled and roared, trying to break free of its restraints, but ultimately could only helplessly retreat back into the notebook's shadow.

(End of this chapter)