Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 61 Don’t cry
Chirp! Chirp!

The sound of cicadas in summer has a summery feel to it, but it's definitely not pleasant.

Fu Jiang sat cross-legged on the sofa, her fair thighs revealing an alluring curve.

Uta Kasyapa couldn't resist going up and pinching her cheek, which earned him a glare from Fukie.

"If you flirt with me again, I'll make sure you regret it, or I'll kill you."

Her lips twitched. She didn't dare to argue with Fujang too much about this topic, because if she kept talking, Fujang would easily pin her down in a corner and start training.

Is the training useful?

To be honest, some brothers, yes.

At the very least, when Utakayo's emotions surged, his violent desires were no longer so overwhelming; in short, he could control them to some extent.

After that, Fukie dared not drag Uta Kasyapa into this kind of training again, because after the desensitization was over, it caused him psychological problems.

Yawning, Fukie looked at Kayanoko, who was weeding in the yard with Uta Kasyapa under an umbrella. Fukie had gotten into the habit of bringing Kayanoko with her for everything.

Gradually, he seemed to care less about not being able to find a way to suppress it.

After all, her terror lies in her death; while she was alive, she posed no threat whatsoever.

She's so easy to bully. You don't need to do anything, just raise your voice a little and this girl with such a lowly figure will curl up into a ball, tears welling up in her eyes, trying to hide in the floor.

Fu Jiang occasionally finds herself with a little follower she can bully at will, which seems kind of nice.

As for the fact that she will become a demon after she dies, there's no good solution.

Since that's the case, let's solve the problem at its root and just keep her from dying.

Live, delicious coconuts, get them!
"Jia Yezi" (佳椰).

"Hi!"

Fu Jiang's shout made Jia Yezi, who was squatting on the ground and flashing her taillights conspicuously, quickly get up and run over to Fu Jiang.

"There's a white bag over there, bring it over here."

"Hi."

Watching Jia Yezi, dressed in white athletic shorts and a gray athletic t-shirt, visibly shake as she ran, Fu Jiang couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Despicable, absolutely despicable.
"Fujiang, here you go."

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the bag that Jia Yezi respectfully handed over with both hands, Fu Jiang casually waved his hand.

"It's not mine, it's for you."

"Eh?"

"Stop 'hey,' open it and take a look."

Jia Yezi glanced at Yuduo Jiaye, and after realizing he wasn't looking this way, she hesitated for a moment, then went to sit down and carefully opened the box.

"This is.."

Looking into the box, there was a black flip phone that seemed bulky to Utada Kassapa, but was considered very trendy and expensive at the time.

"I...I can't accept this, it's...it's too expensive."

Jia Yezi instinctively closed the box and tried to put it aside, but Fu Jiang gave her a cold look.

"Just take it, don't talk nonsense. Oh, and hang this up."

Jia Yezi pursed her lips tightly, looking at the Doraemon keychain that Fu Jiang handed her, not daring to speak, and her hand hesitated to take the phone.

"Let me see, it's alright, take it."

Uta Kassapa took out her phone, glanced at it, then took the Doraemon keychain from Fukie, hung it up, handed it to Kayanoko, and looked at Fukie.

"It's so hot, do you want to go swimming?"

"Give me my phone."

Uta Kasyapa handed her the phone, and Fukie made a call, made a reservation at a certain place, and then put down the comic book.

"Let's go." Uta Kasaya looked at Kayuko, who was still a little hesitant to take the phone, which was worth tens of thousands of yen at the time, and patted her head.

"Take it, it's fine."

Jia Yezi looked up at Uta Kasyapa in front of her, pursed her lips and nodded.

After packing his things and preparing to leave, Uta Kasyapa suddenly remembered a very serious problem.

"Jia Yezi, do you have a swimsuit?"

Jia Yezi shook her head and said in a low voice.

"No. I was only forced to buy them by the school in junior high. After that..."

As Jia Yezi's voice gradually became more and more sorrowful, even Fu Jiang frowned.

They won't even buy a swimsuit. Is Jia Yezi really their daughter?

"Let's go, let's take care of the swimsuit first."

Fu Jiang got up and pulled Jia Yezi along. Without saying a word, the group quickly took a taxi to the commercial district.

Because of her gender, Uta Kassapa could not accompany them, but the process of buying a swimsuit was also fraught with difficulties.

Simply put, it is
"I'm sorry, we don't have this size swimsuit here."

For Fu Jiang, who can easily buy a swimsuit at any store, this is somewhat of a blow.

So when they came out of the business district, Fu Jiang's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Jia Yezi followed behind, carrying bags in both hands, looking timid and not daring to speak. The spot on her chest where Fu Jiang had pinched her in anger was still a little sore.

"Can't you hurry up? Are you going to make us wait?"

Fujang, in a foul mood, took her anger out on Uta Kasyapa, who was standing next to her. Uta Kasyapa dared not resist or utter a sound, despite the sharp pain in his waist.

After all, the memory of being chased for five whole blocks by someone who said her breasts were small back in middle school is still vivid in my mind.

It's actually not bad; it overflows slightly when held in one hand, which is acceptable.
However, just after Fu Jiang shouted, and as the group was about to walk out of the pedestrian street, Fang Jiaye's tearful voice, thick with nasal resonance, suddenly came over.

"My phone... my phone is gone!"

"what?"

Fu Jiang turned her head in confusion and saw Jia Yezi looking around in a panic.

"How could someone so big..."

Before she could finish her instinctive accusation, Fujang shut her mouth with a complicated expression.

In the bustling pedestrian street, a tall but somewhat thin girl looked around helplessly.

Because of excessive tension, her legs moved like a little girl who had made a mistake and was afraid to tell her parents, feeling lost and flustered, constantly lifting and lowering as if she couldn't find a way forward.

Her eyes were filled with fear and grievance. Because of her constant pacing, the overflowing tears could no longer be held back and silently streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Fujang. I... I didn't keep an eye on your phone, I'm so sorry."

In her extremely distressed apology, Jia Yezi seemed to vaguely see herself in elementary school, when she was afraid of being caught and scolded by her mother for losing 10,000 yuan.

I felt just as helpless as she did back then, but I didn't receive any comforting words from my mother.

Seeing Jia Yezi's pitiful and helpless appearance, Uta Kayo felt a pang in her heart. Before she could go forward to comfort her, Fue took her hand first.

He raised his hand to wipe away her large, pearl-like tears, and Fujiang spoke softly.

"Don't cry, I'll help you find your phone right away."

As she spoke, she took Jia Yezi's hand and handed it to Yu Da Jia Ye, while Fu Jiang took out her phone and made a call.

"Number 20-21, 3-chōme, send someone over."

(End of this chapter)