It’s the fifth volume, and there are still a few pages left to finish.

After Qianyuan wrote down the understandings and questions that came to his mind one after another, the notes were filled with handwriting.

There are still unresolved doubts that no one can help answer.

After all this effort, the answer from the bottom of my heart is still "no".

"Can't pinpoint the error specifically..."

There is no doubt that Mr. Chihara feels that he is not without talent.

But now it just doesn’t meet expectations.

Just go to the audition like this? No way.

Only this thought remains firm and unwavering.

But I just can't express the weirdness in words.

He was obviously pretending to be a good person a few days ago...

His heart was filled with anxiety, as if it was being roasted on a fire.

"Why don't you just go out for a walk? How come you can think of all the reasons?"

Zhuda Caimiao asked: "You don't want to go out that much?"

"But I just want to go back to my private space and hone my acting skills." Mr. Qianyuan sighed.

Zhuda Caimiao looked at the handsome young man next to him who looked like someone suffering from social anxiety. He couldn't help but curled his lips in resentment and poked the boy's forehead with his finger, only to be slapped down painfully.

So she could only step on the boy's heels with candy in her mouth, urging him to move forward quickly.

Tuesday is a working day for most people.

In the afternoon when the sun is strong, the scorching sunlight pierces the clouds.

The mid-century European decor in this shopping mall is reminiscent of the tranquil surroundings of the red brick warehouses in Yokohama next door.

The shopping mall is divided into two large areas, the north and the south, which are full of high-end fashion luxury goods, daily groceries, and restaurants that the otakus have never seen before. The content is so rich that you will not get bored even if you stay there all day.

In fact, it is a place suitable for couples of all ages to go shopping and the whole family to relax. It now serves as a playground for everyone.

The holiday atmosphere was exaggerated in advance, and there were still huge crowds of people around. The fashionable young people didn't care about the crowds or the strange temperature. After a while, they felt too hot after wearing a cotton-padded jacket, and they immediately felt freezing cold after taking it off.

I believe many friends must have had similar experiences.

Especially now that Mr. Qianyuan, who is carrying a down jacket in his hand, really feels that women are in trouble.

I really don’t understand why shopping is a relaxing way of life. I look around aimlessly, looking here and there. I ran to this house, pinched my clothes and looked around, then ran to another house next door.

After watching it a few more times, Mr. Qianyuan really wanted to know why they were so free.

In short.

Mr. Qianyuan was dragged to this shopping mall, and the two of them had been wandering in the sea of ​​people for almost two hours before taking a good rest.

At first, it was almost submerged in the heavily congested building. If the two twin tails hadn't been too conspicuous, I might have had to go to the broadcast room to issue a missing notice.

Mr. Chihara finally understood the population density of Tokyo, which is no less than the prosperous city of Sailis.

But fortunately, I stood up again and used my experience of visiting all the booths in the comic exhibition in the shortest time in a sea of ​​people...

I reluctantly allowed my younger sister to visit as many stores as possible that she might like.

Fortunately, during the break, the boy was able to walk into the dessert shop that in the past memories was only chosen by couples or customers traveling with girls.

This is all thanks to the young sister beside me named Zhuda Caimiao.

"The yogurt tastes delicious! It should be seasoned with some sour plums and candied dates, and some apple juice is also mixed in to make it sour and sweet, which perfectly blends the sour and salty nature of the yogurt itself.

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"Hmm! This black tea chiffon cake is also very good. It is so soft that it melts in your mouth and is fragrant. The fresh cream is not greasy at all. Instead, it brings a unique feeling of melting on the tip of the tongue."

"Okay, okay, everything you say is right." The handsome boy swallowed.

Miss Caimiao opposite was eating expensive desserts that someone could not afford, with a heartfelt smile on her face.

The miserable Mr. Qianyuan could only hold her down jacket with his legs, and continued to read the light novel in his hand while taking advantage of the rare time to sit down and rest.

Rarely did he raise his eyes to check the time, but was forced back by her teasing eyes that seemed to be voyeuristic.

What's going on? Why does she think Mr. Qianyuan is spying on her?

It's obvious that he's just a lazy Feizhu, where does he get the confidence?

The boy drew a big "?" on his notebook.

"Qianyuan, don't you want to eat some?"

"Ah, I won't use it because I'm afraid I'll transform into a power armor iron slave warrior."

Mr. Qianyuan unknowingly took out the underlined novel again and began to read it.

"Speaking of which, Qianyuan-kun, you are so awesome. If I came by myself, I wouldn't even be able to finish half of the tour."

"I think you've been dazzled by seeing too much. Young people should recognize the thickness of their wallets and don't think about what they have."

Mr. Qianyuan replied, but this time he did not raise his head to look at her.

On the one hand, someone's intraocular pressure is a bit powerful.

On the other hand, when he saw every paragraph and every word that was deeply embedded in his mind, he couldn't get it out. But it was so deep that he couldn't get to the edge, so he never got good feedback.

I even suffered from neurasthenia in the past two days.

Where exactly?

His brows furrowed into a dry frown.

In the novel in my hand, almost every page has lines and annotations drawn by me. The originally neat and neat writing has become a bit ferocious under my scarlet signal pen, and the manuscript almost looks like a spell book I bought somewhere.

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"Qianyuan——"

"Qianyuan...?"

"Uh, huh? What's wrong?" He raised his head.

"You don't look good, is that okay?" Zhuda Caimiao said worriedly.

"Maybe it's because I don't have enough sleep. I don't have to go to school these days, so I just read novels." Qianyuan smiled back.

"Is this "Sword Art Online"?"

"Hmph, are Japanese light novels worthy of my spending time thinking about it?" The young man raised his eyebrows proudly, "It's obviously Brother Nietzsche's profound knowledge that has made me obsessed for several nights, and I still haven't been able to get rid of it."

"You mean you look down on us in the second dimension, right?" Miss Caimiao was merciless at her feet.

"The two-dimensional dimension... is too low. It is still one level lower than the spirit of our kind." Mr. Qianyuan did not hide his pride.

"Stop talking nonsense and open your mouth."

"Ah——" the girl's voice was pleasant.

Looking at the spoon in front of him, the man lowered his head again, Zhuda Caimiao couldn't help but feel funny.

"I just said that I was a cash-in, but was it because I was shy?" She swayed from side to side proudly, and her two ponytails swayed accordingly.

"It's not that you are shy, I just dislike that your spoon has been bitten and has too many bacteria." Mr. Qianyuan shook his head and snatched the incomplete snack from the other party's hand, "And it would be too stingy to give you just that little bit.

Bar."

He picked up the prepared spoon and fork next to him and struck first with two knives.

The sizzling sounds in his mouth kept coming.

No...this man is too bad today, isn't he?

Where is the usual Asasi demeanor? They were all eaten by dogs, right?

Zhuda Caimiao groaned and regretted the snacks on her plate. If she had known that there was some saliva on that piece, the virgin would not have dared to snatch it away.

"You pay that dollar yourself."

"Ah, well, Miss Caimiao can't let me bleed and cry, right?"

The young man said softly, looking at the heavy manuscript in his hand, "After all, I have sacrificed my precious personal time to be with you."

Zhuda put down his knife and fork at some point and looked at him, as if he was thinking about something.

After more than ten seconds, the girl suddenly said: "I can treat you, but please make a cute move and let me take a photo to show off to the little sisters."

"Then let's aa, everyone pays for himself." The boy waved his hand and refused.

"Well, why?"

"I always feel like you want to treat me as a child's play or a toy, maybe even post a few pictures and use them as emoticons."

This kind of thing is very common. When Mr. Chihara was in high school, people often liked to make other people's emoticons. Even though they posted a few words on them at a low level, they were still embarrassing in front of acquaintances.

"Don't worry, I'm just showing off to others the high-quality handsome guys around me. I have absolutely no other intentions." Zhuda Caimiao danced with the spoon in her hand like a dragon.
To be continued...