This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame-Chapter 614 - 383. Get Married On the Spot (8000-word goal achieved!)

Shen Gu Mirai didn’t know how long she had slept with her eyes closed.

When she woke up again, Mirai found herself in a room.

There were no signs of disheveled clothes on her body, nor any strange aches and pains, which gave Mirai the leisure to lift her head and look around.

It was a tidy and clean room.

Next to the bed where she rested stood a tall wardrobe, and in front of her was a computer desk with a desktop computer on top.

Hanging on the snow-white wall was a glittering Shinra Bell, and behind the door hung a neatly ironed Kyubei summer male uniform.

On the other side of the computer desk was a horizontal bookshelf, stuffed with a variety of ancient-looking books and materials.

The familiar layout of the room made Mirai’s expression freeze, then she called out loudly:

"Is this Mr. Temple’s room?!"

She finally realized.

Isn’t this Beichuan Si’s room?

Mirai also remembered what had happened before she passed out.

Mr. Temple... a marriage proposal...

Mirai swallowed, her snow-white face naturally flushing with a rosy blush.

While she was thinking, the sensation of rough fabric touched her face.

Mirai couldn’t help but turn her head.

She saw a small plush toy lying on her shoulder, patting her face with its round arms.

"Poor little!" Mirai’s expression brightened, and she casually reached out to touch her face.

But Nishijou Kurenai deftly rolled over, preventing Mirai from doing so.

After rolling over, Kurenai stood up and reached behind her, producing a pen and a form in her hands.

Nishijou Kurenai waved the form with her round hands, seemingly wanting Mirai to take a look at it.

"Hmm? What’s this?" Mirai grinned as she took the pen and form from the other, then said, "Let Sister Mirai have a look."

As she read, she murmured aloud: "Instructions for filling out: ’Do not use pencil or ink that can be easily erased. Prepare this application form in advance and submit on the day of the wedding ceremony or the day you start living together. You may also submit on holidays...."

Hmm...

Hmm...

"?????" Mirai.

Wait a second?!

"Is this a marriage application form?!"

Mirai snapped out of bed.

Her fingers clutching the form trembled slightly.

Yes! How could I have forgotten!

Mr. Temple is a very serious person indeed!

Since that’s the case...

Mirai’s fingers paused, she took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling.

"Right! Let’s run away!"

She murmured to herself.

Mirai didn’t actually not want to marry Beichuan Si; rather, everything had happened so suddenly that she was confused.

What’s more important... Mirai didn’t know if she could really take good care of Beichuan Si.

Marriage is for life, and Mirai wasn’t sure if she could fulfill the duties of a wife.

She really liked Beichuan Si too much... Facing such a form, of course, she had to think it over.

And her mind was also a mess, having no idea what she was doing—the first thing that naturally came to her mind was to run away.

But then—

"Are you awake?"

The room door opened, and a young man with a calm expression stood outside.

Seeing the youth, Mirai’s form froze.

It took her a while before she pulled a smile.

"Mr... Mr. Temple?"

...

For the first time, she found a boy she liked.

For the first time, she confessed to the boy she liked.

And she was successful.

All of this was cause for celebration.

But now... Beichuan Weilai... Mirai just felt restless.

She sat on the sofa, her gaze shifting restlessly from side to side.

The Beichuan Family house was empty, with just her and Beichuan Si.

And the reason given by Beichuan Si was quite reasonable.

Beichuan Huili was busy with art club activities, while Nakajima Michika had slipped away to visit the Qianye sisters.

"Please have some tea."

Beichuan Si handed over the tea with an even tone.

"Ah... Thanks, Mr. Temple." Mirai took the teacup, her gaze instinctively avoiding Beichuan Si.

At this moment, she really didn’t know what expression to face Beichuan Si with.

Mirai sipped the tea lightly, her thoughts stirring, seeking a topic to break the silence with Beichuan Si: "Mr. Temple, speaking of which..."

"It’s about time to get to the main point."

Beichuan Si interjected.

"Hmm? The main point?" Mirai tilted her head.

Then—

She saw Beichuan Si reaching out a form and a pen to her.

Mirai’s expression stiffened.

I’m not nervous at all! It’s just marriage!

Mirai thought silently as she picked up the teacup again...

Across from her, Beichuan Si just watched her teacup and platter dance in her hands.

Finally, Mirai couldn’t hold back anymore, she asked faintly: "Mr. Temple... what you mean by ’the main point’ is...?"

To Mirai’s question, Beichuan Si replied calmly: "Please sign, I’ve already signed."

Yes! I knew it would be like this!

Mirai swallowed, her eyes glanced over the marriage application on the table and muttered softly: "Isn’t something a bit off..."

Because right in front of her was the marriage application handed to her personally by Beichuan Si.

Mirai really wanted to put her name down on it.

But could she bear the responsibility of being a wife?