Volume Reading 572

The point is not this at all, but the person standing beside his father.

A foreign girl with silver hair and blue eyes, Index.

However, she is not wearing the iconic white monastic dress of the past, but a short-sleeved one-piece dress with a short hem hanging down to her ankles, a short knitted jacket over her shoulders, and a white lady's hat with a wide brim on her head. .

The weather is so hot, but she looks like a sickly beautiful girl or a young lady who came to the villa for vacation.

wait wait wait! Having said that, this outfit is so familiar! At this time, Kamijou Touma suddenly thought of a certain key point, that is, his mother Kamijou Shiina seemed to like this kind of dress.

It's just that this thought just flashed in his mind, and now he doesn't really feel that this is the key point.

"Hey, Index? What kind of clothes are you wearing?" The spiky-haired boy came back to his senses with some doubts, and carefully looked at the silver-haired girl's unusual dress today, "Where did you get these clothes? "

But without waiting for Index to answer, his father frowned and asked suspiciously:

"Touma, what's so strange about your mother wearing her own clothes?"

ha? what? What?

Kamijou Touma was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at his father subconsciously. He felt that his ears might just be cute, what did he just hear?

Dad actually called the girl Index standing beside him... his mother? What a joke, this difference is too big, this guy is obviously a strange silver-haired foreign girl under the age of fourteen!

- What's the reason for being wrong? Or is it that Dad hasn't woken up yet, or maybe he drank too much last night?

After a few seconds of dumb silence, Kamijou Touma managed to bring his thoughts back to reality: "Hey! Wait for me, how does she look like a mother?"

"Hmm-!! Uh, isn't there anything different?"

Kamijou Toya also seemed to be frightened by the unusual behavior of the spiky-headed boy, and looked at his wife beside him with some uncertainty.

"Wait... Wait a second for me! Is this a substitute technique? It shouldn't be like this if you're joking? I don't know where to start complaining when you guys are like this!"

Kamijou Touma scratched his messy hair, looking rather confused.

"She is too different from her mother, how could she admit it wrong!"

"..."

"..."

The silver-haired girl under the age of fourteen who was snapped by his index finger, pouted her mouth in disgust, gently pulled her clothes and said, "Oops, Oops

, It seems Touma doesn't like her mother's taste. "

"Hey! Touma! Look, it makes my mother so sad!" Kamijou Toya immediately complained to his son in dissatisfaction.

"It's not about the clothes, no matter how you look at it, you're younger than me..." Touma felt that his head was getting more and more confused, and he explained it with fingers and fingers.

"Oh, oh, it seems that Touma thinks her mother looks younger than her actual age."

"Hey! Touma! Look, it made my mother so happy!" Kamijou Toya immediately complained to his son in dissatisfaction.

"..."

"..."

"Ah—that's enough!" The spiky-haired boy straightened his eyes and wailed while holding his messy hairstyle.

Father hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold him: "Hey! Don't be so loud in the early morning, Touma... Even if there are no other guests here, you should think about the girl you brought."

"That's why! She's standing by your side! Where did you get your mother!"

Just as Kamijou's head was already in chaos, the door next to him suddenly opened. It was Index's room.

"Why is it so noisy, Touma... what happened?" The rough, hoarse voice squeezed out a tone that was inferior to even the world's three major tenors.

- Index? No, the tone is right, the voice is wrong.

The spiky-headed boy suddenly became restless, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw his friend, blue-haired earrings.

It was a tall man with a height of 180 cm, but at the moment he was wearing Index's white monastic uniform, and he didn't look tense at all. Because he was wearing a monastic uniform of the same style but oversized.

Also, this tall man is doing the cute gesture of rubbing his eyes.

So naturally, Kamijou Touma froze completely, his neck seemed to be rusted, and he slowly lifted it up with a creak.

And because he didn't respond, the blue-haired earring came over and looked straight at Kamijou's face: ..

"Huh? What's wrong with you Touma? Why didn't you respond? Ah! Touma, are you imagining my model in a swimsuit—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

This scream like a ghost, foreshadowing that the sanity of the spiky-headed boy has completely bottomed out.

The same is also a harbinger of this unusual day, which officially begins this morning!

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...

The brain seems to be about to burst.

But Kamijou Touma is still thinking hard, calm down, I want to calm down! This must be a massive prank!

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