Zongman: The heroines are all my ex-girlfriends

Although it's only seven days.

But Yukima Fuchi had already left claw marks that would never fade in Suho Yuki's empty world.

The bickering between the two was interrupted by Yuki Suho's light cough.

Although I have been resting and recovering these days.

But illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like a thread being pulled.

Acute asthma is a lifelong condition that takes a long time to recover from.

Yukima Fuchi stood up, walked to Suho Yuki, patted her back and helped her calm down.

After the cough stops.

Yuki Suho tugged at the corner of Yukima Fuchi's clothes.

Look at him with bright eyes.

"Brother."

"Well, my stupid little sister."

Xuejianyuan compromised.

in the afternoon.

Before leaving, Yukima Fuchi handed the manuscript of the first volume of "Harry Potter" to Yuki Suho.

"Take it to a publishing house and publish it. You can pick any name you want for the author."

Yuki Suho took the manuscript and nodded with a smile.

As a younger sister, I naturally obey my brother's requests.

Leaving the Suo family.

Yukima Fuchi returned to Mitsuha's home.

"Sanye, weave the knot tomorrow."

Grandma Siye reminded.

"Okay, I understand. I'll stay home tomorrow."

Xuejianyuan replied.

The so-called shimosuke knot is a special rope-weaving technique passed down from generation to generation in the Miyamizu family.

It is said that it is a rope that symbolizes the connection between gods and humans, humans and humans, and humans and spirits.

It is a special symbol.

All the hair ties used by Miyamizu Mitsuha are this kind of tying rope.

After returning to Mitsuha's room.

Yukima-fuchi found Mitsuha's diary.

Swap again tomorrow.

Seven days passed in Sanye's time.

I should also explain the situation to her.

Anyway, let’s have a brief chat.

Xuejianyuan turned to a new page in his diary, picked up a pen and began to write.

Hello, Miyamizu Mitsuha, my name is Yukima Fuchi.

After writing the first line.

Yukima Fuchi thought about the situation on Miyamizu Mitsuha's side.

I couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Mitsuha Miyamizu's life in Yukima-fuchi.

Xuejianyuan can see it.

But after the first day, the situation there came to a halt.

First of all, everything you experienced was not a dream, but a real exchange. Please understand this.

Every day you spend in Tokyo is seven days.

Time flies.

The exchange won't last long, at most it will just eat up your summer vacation, so don't worry.

Here's what happened during those seven days.

Xuejianyuan wrote down the events of the past seven days in a concise manner on paper after deleting some of them.

I don't expect Mitsuha Miyamizu to be of any help.

It was just a brief introduction to the background of the story for the girl I had never met.

A normal person would always be frightened if he suddenly lost seven days.

At the end, Xue Jianyuan added:

Now that things have come to this, let’s enjoy this unusual life.

——Yukima Fuchi

After closing the diary.

Xuejianyuan placed it next to his pillow.

Then he used Sanye's phone to set an alarm.

Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, the alarm clock will be called:

Your diary received a message

After getting ready.

Xuejianyuan stretched his body and then lay down to sleep.

When you open your eyes again.

The surrounding scene has been turned upside down.

What meets the eye is no longer a half-baked ceiling.

After sitting up, I looked out the window and saw a familiar scene.

Bai Yuwan squatted at the door of the room, looking at his master who had just woken up with some vigilance.

Xuejianyuan hooked his finger at it.

Bai Yuwan was stunned for a moment, then trotted over to Xuejianyuan.

Xuejianyuan reached out and scratched Baiyuwan's chin.

Bai Yuwan purred with satisfaction.

The little head began to rub against Xuejianyuan's palm.

After petting Baiyuwan for a while, Xuejianyuan went to put some cat food for it.

Then he walked out and took out his cell phone.

Everywhere you look, you’re filled with notifications.

Xuejianyuan looked at the series of logistics message reminders and slapped his forehead.

Open Amazon and find your order.

Refund everything that can be refunded.

After retreating, Xuejianyuan changed into outdoor shoes and started his morning run today.

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Chapter 149 In my next life, please let me be a handsome guy in Tokyo!

The town is small and crowded, and there is only one bus every two hours.

There are no cafes, dentists or anything like that.

There are three izakayas.

Living in such a small town may be a good choice for middle-aged and elderly people.

But for teenage girls, complaints are inevitable.

"In my next life, please let me be a handsome guy in Tokyo!"

On the top of a mountain at sunset, Mitsuha Miyamizu, who was strolling with two friends, shouted to the sky.

Sheshi and Sayaka looked at each other and laughed.

Today is the day when Mitsuha Miyamizu, the shrine maiden of Miyamizu Shrine, prays for blessings.

On the high platform of the shrine at night, Mitsuha Miyamizu dances gracefully in a gorgeous shrine maiden costume.

The dance is very beautiful, after all, she has been practicing it since she was a child.

But I still feel ashamed to dance in front of many people in the town.

After all, Mitsuha Miyamizu is still just an adolescent girl.

Especially when there are classmates in the audience.

My desire to go to Tokyo became even stronger.

And as the night passed.

thump

Miyamizu Mitsuha covered her little head, feeling a little confused.

Where did I just fall from?

And when I opened my eyes again.

"Eh?"

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Mitsuha Miyamizu was a little dazed.

Different from the wooden roof of the Miyamizu family.

Everywhere you look, you see a luxuriously decorated ceiling with a gorgeous chandelier hanging on it.

Sit up.

Mitsuha Miyamizu found herself falling onto the clean wooden floor.

Next to it is a large pure white bed.

There is no time to think.

When Miyamizu Mitsuha came to her senses.

She was already rolling around on the big bed.

Different from the tatami at home.

The bed is as soft as a big cloud.

Lying on it is like sinking into white marshmallows.

Mitsuha Miyamizu thought, if she slept on a bed like this every day.

There is no way to get up early in the morning.

Maybe you will often be late for school.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Soft, silky, and I love the taste too.

I'm going to be killed by this soft big bed!