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"Because I'm homeless."

Xia Qing replied.

Unknowingly, Yueyong Xiaomeng, who judged that Xia Qing was not malicious, sat on the bench.

"Homeless... well, so pathetic..."

Less...uh... Yueyong Xiaomeng, who is a young girl according to her age, was filled with sensual tears, even though her eyes were misty.

"Woooooooo..."

"No... what's there to cry about, isn't it me who is miserable?"

Xia Qing, who didn't feel how miserable he was, asked a little speechlessly.

It would be a bit boring to stay here all night, but it would be nice to have someone to chat with.

Finally back in the modern city, of course I want to enjoy it, I am almost tired of fighting and killing all day.

Because Yueyong Xiaomeng, who was crying for Xia Qing, suddenly noticed that the clothes Xia Qing was wearing were all wet, and her shoulder-length black hair was still dripping water.

The bench on which he was sitting had also been soaked in water.

"Student, what happened, your clothes are already wet, you will catch a cold if you continue like this..."

Yueyong Xiaomeng asked with some concern.

"It's okay, I'm in good shape, and it's summer, so I don't have a cold."

Xia Qing was telling the truth. With his current physique, it was basically impossible for him to get sick. Moreover, the heat emitted by his body would dry his wet clothes in a short time.

It's really impossible to let the hair dryer, oh no, wouldn't it be over if the Platinum Star blows for himself.

"No, how about... the teacher will buy you a dress!"

"..."

Under Xia Qing's speechless eyes, Yueyong Xiaomeng continued.

"And if you sleep on the bench and get sick, it won't be good, so why not just come and stay at my house."

"Mr. Xiaomeng, is this really okay? I'm a boy."

Xia Qing raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It doesn't matter, my interest is to help the runaway girls, and I often take the runaway girls home and provide them with temporary accommodation until they find their own direction in life!"

"No... I told you I'm a man!"

No matter how reasonable what she said, Xia Qing felt a little strange.

"Let's go."

Before Xia Qing could finish speaking, Yueyong Xiaomeng took his arm and left the park.

During the journey, Xia Qing and her exchanged names.

"Student Xia Qing looks like a very good boy."

Yueyong Xiaomeng said with a sweet smile.

From the very beginning, she could see that Xia Qing was not the kind of person who would take advantage of others.

Although Yueyong Xiaomeng teaches chemistry at school, she specializes in the study of ignition ability. In addition, she is also proficient in various disciplines. She is an expert in psychology such as social psychology, environmental psychology, behavioral psychology, and traffic psychology. .

Such a person should live in a better place no matter what, but what is surprising is that this teacher who looks like Xiaomeng who is only 12 years old lives in a very old building. Inside an old two-story apartment.

The washing machine is placed haphazardly in the hallway, it seems that the concept of bathroom does not even exist here.

Xia Qing followed Yueyong Xiaomeng, looked at the house number one by one, then walked up the rusty stairs, to the door of the innermost room on the second floor, and finally saw the words [Yueyong Xiaomeng] written in hiragana. Moe]'s house number.

"This is it, sorry, it might be a bit messy inside, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, I have to thank you for having a place to live."

Xia Qing replied with a smile.

Following Yueyong Xiaomeng who opened the door to the house, after the orange light was turned on, and after Xia Qing saw the scene inside, the air seemed to be in silence.

How can I describe the room, all in all it looks terrible.

Empty beer cans were strewn about on tatami mats, and silver ashtrays were stuffed with cigarette butts.And the most classic thing is that there is even a small table in the room.

Sensing Xia Qing's gaze, Yueyong Xiaomeng hurriedly rushed up to clean up the beer bottles on the tatami, and dumped the cigarette butts in the ashtray into the trash can. Finally, she looked up at Xia Qing with her big and pitiful eyes. Qing asked.

"That...Xia Qing, do you hate girls who can smoke...?"

"Of course not, it's just that smoking is not good for your health."

Xia Qing bent down to help her clean up the remains of the food.

"Ah, no need, why don't you take off your clothes and dry them... Eh!?"

Saying that, when Yueyong Xiaomeng stretched out her hand to touch Xia Qing's clothes, she couldn't help being stunned.

The clothes were still in the damp state before, and they were as smooth and dry as if they had been ironed with an iron.

"This is how the same thing……?"