Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 163... Well, I definitely went a bit too far with that little one today.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Xiao Fujiang looked at the necklace that Uta Kasyapa had carefully made for her and happily put it around her neck.

To better showcase her exclusive necklace, Xiao Fujiang specially wore a blue suspender dress whenever Fujiang or Jia Yezi appeared in front of her.

Xiao Fujiang would always strike the standard cover model pose, with her legs crossed and her fingers pointing at her chest.

"Tsk, what's the big deal about that shabby necklace?"

"do you have?"

"Don't I have some in my jewelry box?"

"Made by Kasyapa himself."

"Broken plastic and broken glass, what's the big deal?"

"Made by Kasyapa himself."

"It's hard to say whether the total price will be more than a thousand yen, and I don't know about you either."

"Made by Kasyapa himself."

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Often, the more impressive your claims are, the more others will agree with you.

Simply and clearly restating your point of view makes it easier to resonate with others.

"Uta Kasyapa!!"

Downstairs, Fujang's roar startled Uta Kassapa. Without a doubt, Fujang must have provoked her and hit the nail on the head to cause her to be so furious.

Somewhat frightened, she went upstairs. As soon as she entered, Fujang grabbed Uta Kasyapa by the collar and pinned him against the wall.

Fu Jiang remained silent, only staring at him angrily.

"Shall I make one for you?"

"Prettier than her!"

"Huh? What do you mean by 'better than me'?"

Xiao Fujiang muttered something, and after just a couple of complaints, she smiled slightly as if she had thought of something.

"It's fine if it looks good, and it doesn't matter if it's a bit expensive. Anyway, this is the first necklace that Kasyapa made."

"The first one, oh~~"

As Xiao Fujang spoke each word, Fujang froze, then turned and pounced on Xiao Fujang like a tiger released from its cage.

"You little thing!"

As Uta Kassapa embraced Fukie, he also covered her mouth, looking helplessly at little Fukie, who pouted.

"Okay, okay, I won't provoke her anymore, but she can't provoke me either!"

I'm trying to provoke you. What do I have to provoke you for? What makes you so worthy of my provocation?!
In Uta Kasyapa's arms, Fukie, as if remembering something, stopped struggling, patted Uta Kasyapa's arm to signal him to let go, and then walked out of the room.

Uta Kassapa was completely bewildered as she calmly left.

Fortunately, the two stopped arguing, which is a good thing.

However, just as Uta Kasyapa was about to go downstairs, Fukie walked back into the room with a roll of transparent tape.

"What are you doing with this?"

Fu Jiang remained silent, only glancing at the little Fu Jiang on the desk.

Xiao Fujiang was stunned at first, then realized what was happening and suddenly started cursing.

"Fujiang, you @##￥@!"

As Xiao Fujang began to curse, Fujang grabbed her in his hand and, no matter how much she bit him, he remained unfazed and firmly taped her to the elastic pen.

Then, with a cold laugh, he fixed Xiao Fujiang to the headboard.

Uta Kassapa's lips twitched at the sight. He roughly guessed what Fukie was going to do. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Fukie looked over with a cold smile.

"I can't do this because I'm not in a good mood."

Fujang remained silent, took a few steps forward, grabbed Uta Kasyapa, and slammed him onto the bed.

I don't care about this or that, as long as it's good when you're in a bad mood!

Snapped!
"be honest!"

A camera is actually a very problematic component because it can only watch everything happen, but cannot stop it. Even if someone deliberately brings it close, even if dew wets the lens, it still cannot escape.

In the end, if the male lead hadn't stopped this farce, Xiao Fujiang would probably have been driven to death by Fujiang today.

Downstairs, Fujang, having just finished her revenge, sat happily on the sofa, while Jia Yezi and Xiao Hei stared blankly at Fujang's dark face.

Xiao Hei tried to rub against Xiao Fujiang, but she raised her hand and slapped him away.

Jia Yezi wanted to put her in her bosom, but Xiao Fujiang refused.

Uta Kassapa glanced at Fukie speechlessly, then slapped her on the bottom in annoyance.

"You've gone too far."

"Huh? Who told her to provoke me first?"

Fu Jiang didn't care at all. Jia Yezi, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, was a little curious, but didn't dare to speak.

Because Fujiang is someone who likes to involve innocent people, she was somewhat afraid that Fujiang would take her anger out on her.

Uta Kassapa looked at Fukie, who had changed from her usual lively and cute appearance to an unusually gloomy one, and got up to go upstairs to change into her outdoor clothes.

He took the disguised headphones he had specially made, put the silent Fu Jiang into the left earphone compartment, and walked towards the door.

This time, I really need to comfort her. If I don't, I'm afraid that little Fue might do something rash that night and break her promise to me. So, that very night, I turned Fue into pieces on the bed, and then, while I was at it, poured cement over her and cast her into a coffin.
Although this certainly wouldn't kill Fukie, it would give him nightmares.

As they headed towards crowded places, Uta Kassapa would stop and listen intently whenever they passed a dessert shop.

Only after confirming that Xiao Fujiang was not patting the earphone cover or whispering to him would Uta Kasyapa turn and leave.

He didn't know how to comfort Xiao Fujiang, after all, their argument was more complicated in terms of thinking and stance than that of ordinary people.

The only thing he could think of was to keep Xiao Fujiang from staying cooped up at home and to take her outside for fresh air as much as possible.

As dusk approached, Xiao Fujiang still hadn't spoken, so Uta Kassapa could only contact someone to help find a suitable campsite and equipment.

After calling Fukie to tell her, Fukie grumbled a couple of times on the phone, but did not stop Uta Kasaya.

Well, I definitely went a bit too far with that little one today.
In the mountains and streams, Uta Kassapa placed little Fue on a clean, sheltered rock. The weather was getting cooler, and she was wearing a dress again today.

After lighting the fire, Uta Kassapa glanced at the silent little guy and hurriedly went to set up the tent.

"What would you like to eat? How about some river fish? I just checked, there are lots of small fish in the stream, they should taste pretty good fried."

Xiao Fujiang remained silent, simply hugging her knees and staring blankly at the ground.

Utakayo did not disturb her, but instead used a net to go into the stream and scoop up some small shrimp.

These tiny shrimp are so small that a normal person would need to eat dozens of them in one bite, but for Xiao Fujiang, one bite is just right.

Clean it with a brush, rinse it with hot water, then stir-fry it with green peppers until fragrant. To make it easier for Xiao Fujiang to eat, Uta Kasaya even removed the shrimp's head.

Throughout the entire process, Xiao Fujiang looked very disappointed.

It wasn't until Uta Kasyapa used a toothpick to pick up one of the pieces and placed it in front of her that Xiao Fujiang stared at him blankly.

Uta Kassapa didn't urge her, he just watched her quietly.

In the silent exchange of glances, Xiao Fujang slowly opened her mouth and bit into the shrimp.

Uta Kassapa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was finally willing to eat.

As the stars appeared, Uta Kassapa placed little Fukie on his chest, lay on the blanket, and gazed at the starry sky.

"Kasyapa."

"Ok?"

Xiao Fujiang sat on Uta Kasyapa's chest, feeling the warmth of her beloved's body.

"nothing."

Xiao Fujiang's hesitation made the air fall silent once again.

Looking up at the starry sky, Xiao Fujiang clenched her hands tightly together in front of her lower abdomen.

Recalling the request to grow up that was about to slip out, Xiao Fujang pursed her lips bitterly.

No, you can't go back on your word, that's what we agreed on.

It can't grow up.
(End of this chapter)