Shibuya Crossing, the most crowded intersection in the world.

After finishing the McDonald's children's meal and stuffing this new toy into his pocket, Mr. Qianyuan looked outside while humming softly happily.

People were coming and going in Central Street. As expected of Shibuya, it was a bustling area in Tokyo. It was also a pity that I went to Uniqlo to buy it this time. If I really had to go to other stores, I wouldn't be able to afford it even if I pawned the pants.

After lunch, Qianyuan grabbed another toy from his younger sister and put it into his other pocket. He looked down at the electronic map and walked leisurely and leisurely on the street.

Because it is a pedestrian street, there are many people.

And for various reasons, their eyes would stay on Qianyuan and Taketatsu Aimiao for a while, but being looked at by so many people made Mr. Qianyuan a little uncomfortable.

"Let's have some excitement walking with a beautiful girl!" Nian Shang's sister shook her hair proudly and said with a little complacency.

Wearing a casual outfit, light blue jeans, a simple white sweater, and a half-closed red baseball uniform, she is youthful and lively. Fortunately, she has medium to short hair now, otherwise she would have a boyish face.

"I'm sorry, if I were on the same journey as Miss Dongshan, I would probably have a heart attack and be in the ICU. It's a pity that you are beside me and there is no problem."

Qianyuan's steps were steady and his tone did not fluctuate.

"Congratulations on finally starting the scumbag mileage race. In the past few days, you have mentioned other women's names more and more times." The girl couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, Mr. Qianyuan, why don’t you want to be the kind of scumbag who hugs you from both sides?

It's a pity that God doesn't give me a chance, but there is no news about the peerless recorder, nor is there any chance of meeting my first love again, so I can't take it for granted.

It seems that the only person around you who is likely to be able to meet you is Miss Uchida, who you will cooperate with in the next few weeks, but is it a bit too much to deceive such a simple and innocent beautiful girl?

I can't bear to be so scumbag, and I might even be beaten to death by Yuuma-san, so I'd better choose Paper Man.

Qianyuan couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if the girl across from me could be replaced by Miss Uchida...".

Zhuda Caimiao glanced at Qianyuan's collar and reminded: "I suggest less fantasy and more action."

But I can’t move but I can’t do it! The most I can do is get high.

The two of them walked into a gorgeously decorated shopping mall.

The lights were bright, people were noisy, and the oxygen content in the air was low, causing Mr. Chihara to yawn sleepily several times in a row.

After putting a wedding ring on Xinlao's colorful boat, he patted his younger sister on the shoulder to signal her to stop, and then pulled her into the nearby Uniqlo store.

This store is divided into children's area and adult area. When walking in, the saleswoman looked at Chihara twice. It is definitely a rare breed to accompany a girl to buy things and still concentrate on two-dimensional games.

As soon as he entered the door, Qianyuan picked up the children's sweatshirt on the hanger next to him, swayed it from side to side, and asked excitedly: "Zhuda, do you want to buy some new clothes too?"

"court death!"

Zhuda Caimiao kicked the air: "Yes, if you want, we can do it at the same time."

"No, I can just wear adult styles, there is no style suitable for me here..."

Qianyuan cleared his throat, raised his hands high in the air and drew a long ruler, swinging it back and forth between their heads.

Of course, this time I really got an angry kick from my younger sister.

Looking around again, Zhuda Caimiao pointed at a pure green cotton sweatshirt: "How about this one?"

"generally."

Qianyuan shook his head. The clothes were green, and even the hat was green. It was too unlucky.

"this?"

Shake his head.

"Then this."

Still shaking his head.

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a moment, squatted down and looked directly into the eyes of the boy in yellow who was sitting on the chair.

"I said, Qianyuan..."

"What's wrong?" He swiped the screen and raised his head to meet his eyes.

"You don't want anything else besides Pokemon linkage?"

"Yes, yes." He scratched his head, "It would be best if you could buy me a Pokemon-linked PSP."

"Then I can only suggest that you start your career as a cowherd and marry a rich woman as soon as possible..."

Zhuda Caimiao knocked on his head, and Qianyuan finally turned his attention away from the phone screen, his eyes shining like obsidian.

"Don't you try other clothes?" Zhuda Caimiao asked again.

"No need." Qianyuan touched her nose, "I am so good-looking that I will look good in anything I wear. Why do I need to care so much?"

Zhuda Caimiao shook his head and said helplessly: "I admire your shamelessness."

Chihara put on a business-like smile and said, "This is the confidence of being a handsome guy in Tokyo."

"What about the suit?" Zhuda Caimiao tilted his head.

"Replace it with my high school uniform and it still looks youthful."

"sharp!"

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a while, then stood up and patted Qianyuan's shoulder. The domineering temperament of the female channel CEO was clearly visible, "I'll take a look. Just sit here and play with your phone."

"No, my butt hurts after sitting for a long time. I'm going to go for a walk. Remember to call me on the phone when you finish shopping."

"Okay."

After speaking, she waved her hand and walked towards the shelves in the store one by one.

It can only be said that women have a strong desire to shop, so they have to take a look even if they don’t want to buy.

"Woohoo~"

Qianyuan walked out of the Uniqlo store with a stiff neck and stretched without caring about the image.

Wearing a Pikachu-linked sweatshirt that I just bought, paired with black trousers when going out, Mr. Chihara’s ultimate otaku aesthetic. Of course, in the final analysis, it’s all about clothes. Although it looks a bit strange, he is still very handsome.

He went to the nearby milk tea shop and bought a cup of coconut milk tea. He found a stool and sat down, holding the unopened drink in his hand and waiting for a certain sister to come out quickly.

Qianyuan clenched his chin and scratched his hair in annoyance. Winter work was over again. As expected, it was still more comfortable to be a salted fish.

After closing the ship girl and scrolling through her phone boredly, Qianyuan opened her own Twitter account and tapped the screen to edit a message.

"Playing games at night?"

Aite dismissed Nobunaga and Matsuda, thought about it and canceled the blacklist, and sent a private message to Sakura-san, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Nobunaga replied "Okay" at the speed of light.

Matsuda didn't react at all. He was probably working part-time, recording, and reading the original work intensively. We can understand the level of dedication of Audio-Technica's number one leader.

The last Sakura classmate replied with "?" first, and then she poured out her love for her that she hadn't seen for many days like a storm. People couldn't help but burst into tears and were deeply moved by her enthusiasm.

A few seconds later, countless red dot message prompts were overwhelming.

Qianyuan opened the settings interface. He didn't expect that the main account would be eligible to turn off new message notifications one day, and then he slowly looked at the private chat replies.

"Why don't you die if you're bored?"

"Hurry up and send me a clarification, what kind of bullshit boyfriend? Don't affect me from finding girls in the future!"

"If you don't say anything, I'll come to your door and spray paint on the wall!"

Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but take a breath of air.

What a wonderful Japanese language art, so breathtaking that I can’t help but put it on the blacklist again.

…

Qianyuan's ears twitched.

Subtle footsteps are gradually approaching.

Even in such a noisy environment, Qianyuan could still tell that the footsteps were coming towards him.

Judging from the sound and frequency of the steps landing, it should be a girl.

This step is not that of Sister Zhuda, her steps will not be so graceful.

What's more, when it reaches the ears, it is so crisp that it makes the ears itchy, the whole body trembles, and it also has an intuitive feeling of a natural enemy.

After a few seconds, the footsteps stopped.

Mr. Qianyuan swallowed, lowered his head, and covered most of his face with his hands to prevent others from talking to him.

If possible, he would actually rather put the milk tea packaging bag on his head.

"There's no point in pretending that you don't know me, Qianyuan-kun~"

Didn't you escape after all?

The boy sighed softly, raised his head and looked at the other person.

What came into view was a girl with long black hair and straight hair who looked like a lady, with beautiful eyes and a formulaic smile on her face that was very suitable for social interaction.

He tapped his fingers on the wooden bench next to him a few times, with a hint of sadness hidden in his brows.
Chapter completed!