He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

This is the best solution Shirakawa can think of right now: have Akaza send the girl to his home to take care of her until she recovers.

We can't exactly let Shirakawa carry this baby girl on his back. There are so many people at the school gate; if she cries and makes a fuss, people will notice something's wrong.

After being hypnotized, Akaza nodded, squatted down, hugged the girl, and walked towards the motorcycle.

It was still a little while before school ended, and there were no students gathered at the school gate. Pedestrians were busy with their own things and no one paid much attention to them.

After the three got on the bus, Akaza sat in the front, Shirakawa sat in the back, and the girl was sandwiched in the middle.

Shirakawa put the helmet on the girl's head, and after everything was ready, the three of them set off towards home.

?????

Akaza, holding the girl, took the elevator home with Shirakawa.

Shirakawa gestured to Akaza to put the girl in the master bedroom.

The girl didn't cry or make a fuss; she crawled on the bed.

She has returned to the way she was when she first met Shirakawa.

After everything was done, Shirakawa took half of the money from the stack and placed it in Akaza's hand, then took out his pocket watch to hypnotize her.

“Akaza-nee, you just dropped Shirakawa off downstairs and then rushed off to work at the gym. You’ve never been to Shirakawa’s room and have never seen this girl.”

Akaza nodded, and Shirakawa saw her to the door.

Actually, Shirakawa doesn't need to pay.

But Akaza came to help, and Shirakawa promised to give her half the money over the phone, so she felt bad about it.

Moreover, using this ability to control others at will filled Shirakawa with a sense of guilt.

Simply by shaking the pocket watch, you can make the other person do anything.

No need to find excuses, no need to find reasons, no need to deceive, no need to cover up, no need to rack your brains for strategies.

Everything can be done very simply.

Yes, that's it, that's right, everything will go smoothly.

Having used pocket watches too much, the woman's voice began to invade my mind again.

Really annoying.

Although there was a woman's influence, the problem is that this was indeed Shirakawa's idea.

It's like playing a game. If you use cheats, you can easily get many rewards and achievements. But if you remove the cheats and play again, it suddenly feels boring and uninteresting.

If this is used for a long time, putting aside the strange woman's influence, Shirakawa himself will definitely become dependent on the power of this pocket watch in the future.

I need to reduce the frequency of use in the future.

Ka Zhi Ka Zhi~

what sound?

The baby girl is chewing on the white bed sheet.

With a bite and a pull, the sheet was peeled off the bed.

The baby girl chewed twice, then spat it out in disgust, and then hugged the pillow on the bed and started chewing on it.

She must be hungry.

After chewing on the pillow for a while, she realized it wasn't tasty either, and with nowhere else to chew, she started wailing again.

"My little darling, don't cry."

If she keeps crying like this, the neighbors will complain about the disturbance, and cooking will also take some time.

Shirakawa quickly tried to coax her, even opening an early education video on his phone and showing it to her.

Unexpectedly, she slapped him off the bed.

Bai Chuan was a little confused.

He had neither experience in soothing children nor any toys to give them.

I had no choice but to go next door to find Aunt Meidu.

Shirakawa went out and rang the door of the house next door, Mito's.

"Who is it?" A gentle female voice came from inside the room.

"Aunt Meidu!"

"Oh, it's Shirakawa-kun!"

When Midori Kana opened the door, she was wearing an apron around her slightly plump waist, and the small black mole next to her cleavage couldn't help but spark the imagination.

"Your body is recovering quite well!" Midori Kana patted Shirakawa's head.

"Yes, thanks to Auntie."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. What are you doing here looking for Auntie after school? Are you here to play with Maki and the others, or do you want some porridge again?"

"Um... I have a little sister who comes to visit, and she always cries and fusses. I'd like to borrow some toys from you to cheer her up."

"I think there's something at home... Wait here in the living room, I'll go look for it."

Shirakawa entered the room, sat on the sofa and waited, and could hear Aunt Mito rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the bedroom.

Looking around, I have to say that Aunt Meidu is really good at housework. The cups and tea sets on the table are neatly arranged, the floor is spotless, and even the cables behind the TV and the corners under the table have been cleaned up. She has made the house look brand new.

She is the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

“Found it.” Midori Kana took out a slightly worn kendama and handed it to Shirakawa.

"I'm sorry, this is all I have. Maki and Sakura are getting older, and all their toys are at their grandparents' house. This was originally meant to be a toy for a friend's child, but Shinichi said it was too shabby and wouldn't let me give it to them..."

Kendama, which Shirakawa had seen in many anime in his original world, is a cross-shaped stand with two round bases on the sides and a pointed top. A hollow wooden ball is connected to it by a string, and the ball is inserted into the pointed top.

"This will do, thank you so much, Aunt Meidu. By the way, Auntie, is there any porridge left from this morning?"

There's some left in the fridge. Would you like some more?

"It's not for me to drink, it's for my younger sister. It's inconvenient for me to cook while taking care of her alone..."

"Oh, do you need Auntie to help?"

"No need, no need, I can manage on my own," Shirakawa quickly refused.

We can't let Auntie see that baby girl who looks like a high school student!

"Thank you so much, Auntie." After bowing repeatedly to express his gratitude, Shirakawa carried the porridge and the kendama back home.

63. Soothing a child

Shirakawa took the porridge to the kitchen and turned on the induction cooker to heat it up.

Then he took the kendoko and went to the master bedroom to coax the baby girl.

The girl cried so hard her eyes were streaked with tears, and the bed was covered in dirt from her school uniform.

My bed!

Shirakawa patted and fanned the sheets forcefully, but the muddy water mixed with the girl's tears had soaked through the sheets and couldn't be cleaned at all.

Forget it, let's just leave it as it is.

If it gets dirty, just take it to a laundry or dry cleaner.

It's no big deal.

Shirakawa sat on the bed, holding the broken kendama in his hand, and waved it in front of the girl with red, teary eyes.

The girl was drawn to the novel old toy and crawled from one end of the bed to Shirakawa's side.

Shirakawa only knew one way to play: put the ball in the topmost point, gently lift it up to send it flying, then place the kendama horizontally onto the tray on the side, and then lift it back up to the topmost point from the tray, repeating the cycle.

This is a way of playing that he learned from Doraemon.

Shirakawa had never played it before, so he tried to demonstrate it to the girl.

Surprisingly, it succeeded on the first try.

The girl saw it, laughed and clapped, and reached out to play with the toy.

Shirakawa handed the kendama to the girl, who clumsily tried to play with it, often failing to catch the wooden ball and letting it fall onto the bed.

Seeing that the girl was much better behaved and stopped making a fuss, Shirakawa went back to the kitchen to check how hot the porridge was.

The gas stove emitted blue flames, and steam rose from the pot. Shirakawa scooped up a spoonful, tasted it, and tested the temperature; it was a little too hot.

This temperature is fine; it's better to eat porridge while it's hot.

Shirakawa ladled out a bowl, stirred it with a small white ceramic spoon to ensure the temperature was even and just right, and then brought it to the girl's side.

The girl smelled the aroma of the porridge, put down the sword she was holding, and sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting patiently.

As soon as Shirakawa scooped up a spoonful, the girl eagerly leaned forward and swallowed the porridge.

"Hey, stop!" Shirakawa tried to stop him, but it was too late.