Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

It's blocking my view of the house.

"This is the living room, and that is the kitchen." Mrs. Kawai introduced as she took Gensuke Miura upstairs.

"Oh……"

Mrs. Kawai's slipper laces suddenly broke, causing her body to lose balance and fall backwards.

Gensuke Miura, who was concentrating on studying the curve of the buttocks, was hit all of a sudden.

Fortunately, his core strength was very strong. He grabbed the railing with one hand and supported the wall with the other hand, and used his body to catch Mrs. Kawai who fell.

"Ah, sorry sorry..."

Mrs. Kawai, who fell but didn't feel any pain, quickly stood up and said, "He actually sat on your... shoulder or face..."

"Anyway, I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay." Miura Gensuke straightened his clothes.

"There is a bathroom on the second floor, then the bedroom and balcony." Mrs. Kawai continued to introduce the structure of the house to him.

Just then, a little girl poked her head out of the door and quickly closed it.

"This is Hanane." Mrs. Kawai walked to the door and said, "Hana, this is the tutor your mother hired for you."

"I don't want a tutor." The little girl replied.

Miura Gensuke stared at Mrs. Kawai speechlessly.

If the kids don't even need a tutor, what are you supposed to do?

This isn't a blind date.

Tutoring should of course be a mutual agreement.

Otherwise, if the customer doesn’t study hard, there’s nothing you can do.

"Then let me go..."

Just as Miura Gensuke was about to leave, Mrs. Kawai ran towards him anxiously and grabbed his wrist: "You can't leave!"

"Why can't I leave..."

"Actually, my husband...he passed away..."

Miura Gensuke opened his lips in shock, not knowing what to say.

Could it be that... this pretty widow's purpose is not simple?

It’s not about finding a tutor for my daughter, but about finding a strong young man for myself.

"You have to pay more." Miura Gensuke decided to let her give up.

I am not a casual man.

Admiring a beautiful woman's butt and actually doing it are two different things.

"Okay." Mrs. Kawai immediately agreed to his request for a price increase.

Chapter 237 Madam, I'm Really Not a Security Guard

"Mrs. Kawai..."

Frightened, Miura Gensuke couldn't help but take another step back.

A strange beauty who is too enthusiastic must be hiding a trap.

"Don't go!" Mrs. Kawai rushed towards Miura Gensuke in tears.

"I'm here to be a tutor, what on earth are you going to do..." Miura Gensuke looked helplessly at Kawai Aion who was hugging his arms.

Just as Kawai Aion was hesitantly trying to explain, the doorbell rang again.

Mrs. Kawai's face suddenly turned pale.

Miura Gensuke was a little curious. He walked straight down the stairs and came to the door.

Because it is a single-family house, the main gate of the house is a fence gate, which encloses the yard.

Still feel quite safe.

But the men outside the gate didn't feel so safe.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, who doesn't seem to have a proper job.

He also smelled of alcohol and had a big, red nose with rosacea.

A black knife handle appeared in the pocket, which looked like a fruit knife.

"Who are you... who are you?" the middle-aged man asked loudly, stuttering.

Judging from his accent, he is from Kansai. The stuttering is not because he is afraid, but because he has drunk too much and his speech is unclear.

Miura Gensuke probably understood.

Mrs. Kawai was harassed, so she wanted to find a man to protect her.

Since she had worked as a security guard, she regarded herself as a security guard.

Miura Gensuke has some experience in dealing with scoundrels.

"I'm warning you, don't climb over the railing." Miura Gensuke showed a cowardly expression: "Otherwise I will call the police..."

"Call the police?!" The drunkard seemed to have heard a joke: "Okay, when I get out of prison, I'll kill you."

This is typical rogue.

It's like a pile of shit on the road, it's troublesome if you get it on.

After all, the law cannot punish those who want to commit crimes.

Only those who have committed crimes can be punished.

"You..." Miura Gensuke took out his cell phone: "If you don't leave, I'm really going to call the police."

The drunkard listened to Miura Gensuke's timid tone, then smiled and looked at his dull black-framed glasses.

He reached out his hand, grabbed the top of the railing, and then moved one leg up. After he climbed over the railing, the drunkard waved to Mrs. Kawai who was hiding in the house: "Hey, I..."

Before he could finish his words, a heavy punch hit him in the face.

Several bloody rotten teeth were knocked away, bounced a few times and fell into the small flower bed.

"You... you dare to hit me?"

The drunk struggled to get up and punched Miura Gensuke in the face, knocking his black-framed glasses off.

But strangely, Miura Gensuke didn't show any intention of avoiding it. Instead, he showed a very strange smile.

"Be careful, Miura-kun!" Mrs. Kawai's voice trembled a little.

If someone breaks into a private home in Japan, the owner of the house can defend himself, but he cannot defend himself excessively.

The other party has already used violence, so whatever you do next will not be excessive.

"I want to leave...ah uh..." After punching Miura Gensuke but to no avail, the drunkard seemed to sober up a little and wanted to leave.

But Miura Gensuke just poked him hard in the throat.

The drunkard was suddenly speechless.

"Help! Stop hitting people!" Miura Gensuke grabbed his arm and elbowed him in the chest and ribs.

To outsiders, it looked like the two were pushing each other, and Miura Gensuke was still shouting for help.

But in the drunkard's opinion, Miura Gensuke was simply grabbing his sleeve to prevent him from running, and he kept hitting his waist and abdomen.

The severe pain from the broken ribs even diluted the anesthetic effect of the alcohol. The drunkard even felt that if the other person had not pulled him, he would have been lying on the ground and unable to get up.

"Uh..." The drunkard seemed to be begging for mercy, but his throat couldn't make any sound.

"Do you know what I want to do?" Miura Gensuke asked him in a low voice.

"You have a knife, right? Even if I kill you now, it would be self-defense."

"I'm a student, a good student at that. Mrs. Kawai will testify for me when the time comes. And you, if you die, will be like a stink bug. No one will care."

Miura Gensuke's smile was very crazy.

It's like the villain in the movie who takes off his glasses and reveals a smile that makes people feel chilling.

After another punch, Miura Gensuke and the drunkard lay on the ground together.

Of course, this is for surveillance.

After lying on the ground for a while, the drunkard covered his stomach and left in embarrassment.

Miura Gensuke did not call the police, but followed the drunkard from a distance.

Why pick on someone who can stop time?

Gensuke Miura was too lazy to do any ideological work on this drunkard; he just wanted to stabilize this unstable factor.

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"solved."

Half an hour later, Gensuke Miura returned to Mrs. Kawai's house.

"You didn't... you didn't kill him, did you?" Mrs. Kawai was still a little frightened. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No." Miura Gensuke smiled and shook his head: "I didn't kill him either."

It’s just that the drunkard was so “unlucky” that he broke his waist seriously when he fell down the stairs.

I'll have to be in a wheelchair forever, or rot in bed.

At least in the eyes of passers-by, the drunkard fell down by himself, and that's enough.

"Mrs. Kawai, you don't have to worry about me anymore." Miura Gensuke frowned, "But I'm here to be a tutor, not a security guard."

"I'm sorry..." Mrs. Kawai apologized quickly: "I really can't help it..."