I took a few more scenes of carp fighting for food. In the morning, Saori pressed the shutdown button, then put away the phone and poked Chihara's arm persistently.

If you have clothes to cover it, unless this senior is carrying the Nine Yin Scriptures, he will not be able to wear this layer of armor no matter how he is.

But being harassed like this is really troublesome...

So Qianyuan could only turn around and shave his eyes on the senior, reminding her not to get sick again.

In the morning, Saori held back her laughter, her beautiful eyes flashed, and then she paused, and the boy could even see her reflection in her pupils.

"Are you hungry?" Saori suddenly asked in the morning.

The tone of speaking was surprisingly gentle.

Qianhara took a bite of bread in front of her. Although it was cheap, it could still fill her stomach.

"Do you want to eat something?" Saori asked hurriedly again in the morning.

【Showing attentiveness if you have nothing to do】

"What are you going to do?" Qianhara asked bluntly.

"I want to ask you for a favor."

“How busy?”

"If you have time, please come here every Saturday afternoon to feed the fish. I will pay the money for the bread." In the morning, Saori's tone was plain, and her fingers were circling around her hair intentionally or unintentionally.

"Glass said, "As long as you see you, you feel that life is much better."

If I were to say it alone, I believe Mr. Chihara would be heartbroken.

Unfortunately, this is a morning lady...

So he could only answer:

"No."

"Why?"

The yao weave in the morning cannot be solved.

"It's so tiring to come over... If it weren't for being bored today, I would have come here." Qianyuan threw a piece of bread crumbs into the river, "Why do the lady in the morning always base her own happiness on the pain of others?"

Please let this senior put in the gentle and lovely Nishimiya Glass at this time...

"Are you in pain?"

“Yes, it’s painful every time I get along with you.”

"But I'm very happy."

In the morning, Saori smiled and nodded. It seemed that she liked to use Mr. Chihara as fun.

The boy fed the carp silently and did not speak anymore.

Actually, it doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to do.

But I just don't want to agree.

A small handful of bread left in his hand was left, and Qianhara simply crushed the whole bread and threw it away.

The fish underneath rolled violently, splashing white foam, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Qianhara raised his hands high and stretched his waist, turned his body sideways, and glanced at Saori Yama against the railing.

"Are you hungry?" Qianyuan asked in a desperate situation.

Saori was stunned in the morning, but she didn't expect Chihara to say such things.

"fine."

"Can you eat rice balls?"

Morning Saori nodded.

Qianhara turned around, took out a small bag of tissue from the pockets on both sides of her pants, took out a piece of sweat to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and began to go to the side of the road.

The girl behind her wiped the trouble in her eyes and followed.

The two have always kept a distance of about two meters.

Walking into a slightly deserted street, there are several closed izakayas and a sushi restaurant with doors open, but the business is not very good.

"Is it here?" Saori suddenly stopped and asked.

She pointed at the door specifically at the location.

"Why do you think I came to buy food from a restaurant outside?" Chihara shook her head.

"Then what are you looking for?"

"Well...a bookstore where you can rest, and then walk into it and quietly eat the lunch you prepared."

He weighed the lunch box in his hand and motioned to the girl.

"It sounds very literary and artistic!" Saori couldn't help but clap and praise her.

"I'm just curious that we've been away for so long. Can Mr. Qianhara tell me where the place is?"

Qianhara in front stopped and nodded silently, as if she had really walked for a long time today.

After all, I used to ride a bike before.

Then he turned his head and asked suddenly:

"Are the lady in the morning ready to use the money ability that can call the car with a wave of her hand and send it to us together?"

"Yes, yes...but you said something a bit outrageous." Saori was humming in the morning, "In this case, I can only call a taxi at most."

That's a pity. Mr. Chihara wants to try out the taste of a high-end car and high-end leather seats again.

"The goal is Ikebukuro. Miss Morning is very lucky, right next to Tosaka, Funkyo District."

"Good luck? Qianhara Jun, how should I evaluate your perception?"

"It's obviously that far..."

In the morning, Saori sighed.

Immediately, the girl looked sad and looked at the way of heaven with a new house forty-five degrees:

"Don't tell me, it's actually Nishiikebukuro..."

"You guessed it very accurately!"

Qianyuan clapped his hands and expressed his appreciation for this keen intuition.

...

[I could have endured the crowding of the subway. If I hadn't experienced the comfortable wind blowing towards me on my bicycle, I would have been leisurely traveling to my destination with the envious eyes of passers-by on both sides of the street.]

"Kun Chihara, what are you still watching? The next stop will be here."

"I just lament the subway transportation in Tokyo that can only be described as outrageous."

Japanese taxis are obviously not affordable by normal families, especially when such a rich lady is so stingy that she is unwilling to hire her once, which makes Qianhara even more admired Brother Xun's article of understanding the world.

[The richer you are, the more you are, the more you are unwilling to relax. The more you are unwilling to relax, the richer you are.]

Now, the subway with the top luxury mount under your feet is also tingling with the road map like a maze of mohua.

The Tokyo Metro is one of the busiest urban rail transit systems in the world. The boy finally stared at the display board for so long before he found the station name smaller than his fingernails.

"Kun Chihara, why are you not seeing the world like a traveler who has come to Tokyo for the first time..." Saori sighed quietly in the morning, "Can the information on the wiki encyclopedia be forged, right?"

She asked suspiciously: "You're not a fake Tokyoite, are you?"

The boy couldn't refuse and then rubbed his chin.

"See the situation and analyze it..."

The girl asked: "How to analyze it?"

Qianhara lowered her head and tapped the disheveled paper ship girl on the Apple screen that she had just bought it.

"If we look at the actual household registration system, I am indeed from Tokyo."

"But if we look at the spiritual level of universal rationality, Mr. Chihara, who has lost his memory for a while, should be called "only in a foreign land and being a stranger."

"I don't know much about this strange metropolis." He nodded vigorously.

Recalling the embarrassing dilemma that he could not even speak Japanese, Mr. Chihara could only rely on Shinji Yodo to encounter problems, "Just just smile," and really fooled by a sincere smile on the face of Ikemi.

When others ask, they answer at most two sentences: "Pressure Masne" and "sodayo".

"To put it, the next sentence of this poem is "I miss my family more during festivals"?" Saori frowned in the morning and responded.

"As a Japanese, you have learned so well..." Chihara couldn't help but praise.

Anyway, he can only remember some seven-character quatrains at most, and now even the second half of the discussion part of "Afang Palace Fu" is left to memorize.

...

The radio reminded the station to the station that the two got off the tram with only two stops.
To be continued...