Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 143 Cheap stuff, and kind of ugly too.
Inside the driving range, Utakayo squatted by the roadside, with his instructor squatting beside him, his expression quite complicated.

"Mr. Yuda, have you really never learned to drive?"

"No, I don't have that."

The coach frowned, gestured for a while as if he wanted to say something, and then spoke softly.

"If you have studied this, I can give you a fast track."

As the two were talking, the sound of tires screeching against the ground came from the car drifting. With a beautiful sudden stop and fishtailing, Fu Jiang, wearing a denim jacket and looking both heroic and charming, got out of the driver's seat.

"Kasyapa, it's your turn to practice driving. This car doesn't have enough horsepower, so it can't go fast. When we buy a car in the future, we'll have to buy one with more horsepower."

Utakayo and the coach exchanged a glance. Looking at the training vehicle that was already emitting a little smoke, the coach's lips twitched.

I'm truly sorry that the training car didn't get Fujang to go all out.
When Uta Kassapa finished his driving practice, he saw Fue sitting idly by the roadside, casually tearing at a small flower.

"Have you ever learned to drive before?"

"I didn't have any systematic training, but I did control a street racing party for a while. After wasting a few lives, I managed to learn some skills."

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Yes, that's very strong.

"You have an exam tomorrow, are you nervous?"

Fujang stood up, took Uta Kasyapa's arm, and asked with a smile.

"I'm not nervous, since I've studied it. It's just that the traffic rules and driver's seat settings are different on both sides, so I need to get used to it."

Fu Jiang nodded slightly.

“I called the girl yesterday, and it seems we weren’t here. She was having a lot of fun with Xiao Fujiang.”

Recalling how every time he called Jia Yezi, she was either eating snacks or watching TV, a smile appeared on Utada Kayo's lips.

"Without you keeping an eye on her, she can naturally be more indulgent."

Fu Jiang covered her forehead speechlessly in response.

“I know she lacked food and clothing when she was little, but now she has plenty to eat and wear, so her mouth is never idle.”

The two returned to their room, grumbling to themselves.

As soon as she entered, Fu Jiang took off her coat, revealing her inner vest.

Uta Kasyapa had just changed his shoes when Fukue pressed his shoulder against the wall.

First came tentative exploration, like a dragonfly skimming the water, then a deep and tender entanglement.

At this time, computers and mobile phones were not entertaining at all. Whenever Fujō got bored, she would grab Uta Kasyapa and start training.

Perhaps finding the jeans an obstacle to Uta Kasyapa, he unbuttoned them with one hand, closed his eyes, and continued his attack on Uta Kasyapa.

"Don't take it all off."

Hearing the sound, Fujang opened her eyes and slapped him on the chest with a strange look in her eyes.

"Wow, you have a lot of ideas!"

"There's a reason jeans exist."

The essence of cutting is to tear an object apart through pressure; sharpness is simply a means to concentrate that pressure.

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From a racial perspective, humanity's primary goal has never been survival, but reproduction, given the inherent limitations imposed by race.

The monster girl loves her boy very much.

However, due to the invasion and interference of his own cells, he had never been able to achieve perfect coordination.

Sometimes, the monster girl is also annoyed by her own strange charm.

Without it, I could have become a mother long ago, instead of facing so many unexpected twists and turns.

But that's about it. The child might be a bit of a hassle, but it's a big step forward.

The results are joyful, and the process is wonderful.

Although it's still painful, it's much better than being torn apart and almost killed.

So she was very satisfied, even if it wasn't perfectly harmonious, Fu Jiang was already very satisfied.

With her beloved boy in her arms, all the worries and hardships had finally paid off. Training ended, and the room was quiet.

Uta Kasyapa hugged Fukie from behind and kissed the back of her neck.

"Wait a moment"

Before she could recover from her tearful state, a coquettish voice with a thick nasal tone came through.

Utakayo had no choice but to agree; she had indeed been thoroughly exhausted that night.

After passing the driving test, Utada Kassapa went to the license center to pick up his little booklet and looked at it with a sense of melancholy.

"You're not happy about getting your driver's license?"

"That's not the case."

"Then what's causing that expression?"

Uta Kassapa looked at the puzzled Fukie, rubbed his hair, and said with a wistful tone.

"During the practical training, the hill start was quite lenient, and I thought it was because the instructors in the island country were more lenient, but I didn't expect it was because the actual test time here is that long."

Fu Jiang, who was walking with him towards their room, paused for a moment.

"Is starting on a hill difficult in that world?"

"You only have 30 seconds. If it's even a second longer or you don't pass through the green light, you'll fail and have to retake the test!"

"So strict."

"Moreover, someone like you who almost flies off the hill when starting on a slope is probably unqualified and might even be blacklisted."

Recalling the scene of her test car almost leaping over the threshold during a hill start, Fujang blushed.

"You pressed the accelerator too hard, don't worry about the details."

Uta Kasyapa grunted twice and slapped her on the bottom.

"Drive more carefully from now on; you can't speed in a family car."

"Relax, I'm not a biker gang member. I'll go buy a car now!"

Wearing a shirt, short skirt, and black stockings, she linked arms with Uta Kasaya, and the two began their journey home, led by the driver who had come to pick them up from the Inoue family.

"Didn't we say we were going to buy a car?"

"No need, Inoue nosuke has already arranged for someone to deliver it."

"what?"

When Uta Kassapa and his companion returned home, they found a silver SUV parked quietly at the door, with Inoue no Suke's secretary standing guard beside it.

"Lord Uta, Lord Fukie, this is the Land Cruiser purchased according to your request, and these are the car keys."

The secretary respectfully handed the car keys to Uta Kassapa, gazing at the massive Land Cruiser before him.

"I thought you would buy a car."

"A sedan? A punching bag, a little Fujie, plus a little black car, is that enough to fill them all?"

After opening the gate and putting the suitcase inside, Jia Yezi, who was wearing blue hot pants and a white short-sleeved shirt and was stunningly voluptuous, came out of the house upon hearing the noise.

"Fujiang, welcome home~"

Fu Jiang nodded, and was about to reply when she saw Jia Yezi, wearing slippers, walk towards the door without looking back.

"tsk"

At the doorway, Xiao Fujiang, leaning against Xiao Hei's belly, turned to a new page in the thumb-sized book in her hand.

"What's the problem? The bullied one likes Kasyapa, not you. It's good enough that he even greets you first."

Ignoring Xiao Fujiang's yin and yang interpretations, Fujiang carried her luggage upstairs. As soon as she entered the room, she saw the doll placed on the headboard of her bed.

Without a doubt, this was Jia Yezi's doing.

He picked it up and held it in his hand, then squeezed it hard.

"Cheap stuff, and it's kind of ugly."

As she grumbled in annoyance, Fu Jiang's lips curled up slightly.

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