Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 38 Chance Encounter
"If you want to pursue me, then bring me 100 million yen."

Nakamaki Miyoko said this in a half-joking tone.

One billion.

That is five million RMB.

Even in the province where the bride price is the most horrible, no one is willing to pay this much money.

But Kitahara wasn't angry.

He knew that these were words from Nakamaki Midoriko to dissuade him. She expressed her refusal clearly in a joking way.

from this angle.

She is a good woman, after all, she doesn't cheat the poor.

Kitahara swirled his wine glass and pondered the possibility of pursuing Nakamaki Miyoko.

A person will not have only one task.

As long as you stay by Nakamaki Miyoko's side, you can quickly earn back not only one hundred million, but even one billion by getting a few more rewards.

After thinking for a moment, Kitahara smiled and shook his head.

There are so many women in the world, why should he hang on a tree alone?

Wouldn’t it be nice to find a good woman?

"One hundred million? That might be a bit difficult."

Beiyuan smiled and said, "However, as long as you are willing to stay by my side, perhaps I can come up with it."

"You stinky brother"

Nakamaki Miyoko thought that he was fascinated by her.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

I have advised you so much, but you still don’t listen. Is it that the cerebellum is controlling the brain?

But I'm also a little happy.

Who doesn't like compliments? Even a woman like her would be flattered by praise.

"I won't persuade you anymore. I'd love for you to spend money on me." Nakamaki Miyoko snorted, and she had made up her mind that no matter how he tried to please her, she would not agree.

“If there is a reward”

Beiyuan meant something.

"Let's eat." Nakamaki Miyoko avoided the topic and said with concern, "You still have to go to school tomorrow. Don't blame me if you don't get into university."

"Thank you for your concern, Senior."

After a conversation, the atmosphere of the meal changed significantly.

Every time she eats a dish, Nakamaki Miyoko will introduce the cooking method, taste, and the tricks involved.

"It's a pity that senior sister doesn't become a chef." Kitahara said admiringly.

"It's just a little bit of knowledge, nothing to worry about." Nakamaki Miyoko puffed out her chest proudly. When her mother worked here, she checked all the dishes.

Familiar.

After eating, Kitahara paid.

Outside the door, it was already dark. Beiyuan looked at the time. It was now 11 o'clock in the evening and it was quiet.

Tokyo is bustling at night, but it depends on the area. For example, where this restaurant is located, it is already pitch black.

"How are you going back?" he asked naturally.

"Why, you want to give it to me?" Nakamaki Miyoko smiled charmingly, "If you are willing to give it to me, maybe I will give you a kiss of love."

"I don't have the time, and do promises really count in your mouth?"

Nakamaki Miyoko did not answer Kitahara's question.

She stared at Kitahara's face, hesitated for a moment, and gave an answer in her heart.

Yes.

If it were him, I wouldn't be offended.
"taxi."

Kitahara stopped a taxi and took a fancy to Maki Miyoko: "Get in, I'll pay for your fare."

"Thank you, junior!"

Nakamaki Midoriko jumped up with laughter, put on a business smile on her face, moved closer to Kitahara, and pretended to give him a kiss.

But Kitahara dodged.

There was a flash of surprise in Nakamaki Miyoko's eyes.

"I'm not asking for anything in return." Bei Yuan said this at first, then looked at her and said, "Also, it's so cold, don't thank me. Just go up quickly."

Nakamaki Miyoko pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy that her charm was being ignored.

But it's also kind of funny.

This junior student looks mature, but I didn't expect him to be so innocent when he peels off his skin.

Not even a kiss on the cheek.

Nakamaki Miyoko smiled and said, "Hehe, my little brother is really sensible."

"I actually think you're a little cuter when you're like this."

Nakamaki Miyoko got in the taxi. The heater was strong. She rolled down the window and said goodbye to Kitahara. Her cheerful expression turned serious. "Next time you go out, be careful of people. Don't run into bad women."

"Today, sister will teach you a lesson."

But before he could finish his words, Kitahara handed him a packaging bag.

Nakamaki Miyoko looked at the packaging bag and tugged at it curiously:

"What's inside?"

"It's a necklace, not very valuable, but it's a branded product, you should like it." Kitahara said casually.

"Ai"

Nakamaki Miyoko glanced at the bag, a look of surprise on her face: "When did you buy it?"

"I was planning to collect it for myself this afternoon, but Senior has done so much for me, it doesn't seem right not to give her anything."

"Little pervert!"

Nakamaki Midoriko quickly realized what the reward Kitahara was talking about. Her face turned red and she let out a soft "Puh" sound.

"Okay, it's getting late tonight, bye." Kitahara said goodbye to her.

Nakamaki Miyoko shook her hand and closed the car window.

However, she always felt that something was missing.
As the taxi drove out of the dark alley, rays of light spread from the lights, and Nakamaki Midoriko came to her senses.

She didn't have Kitahara's contact information.

From the beginning, he never asked for it from himself.

Do you look down on yourself?
"."

Nakamaki Midori pursed her lips. It was rare to meet such an interesting person.

but.

This is normal. After all, which normal man would have contact with me?
In the darkness, she was silent for a long time.

Then, a very slight sigh was heard.

But soon, Nakamaki Miyoko cheered up. She had already prepared herself mentally when her father passed away. What was there to regret now?
She looked back, hesitated at the dark alley, and ultimately did not get off the car.

He opened the bag and took a look.

It's a well-known brand, and it's a co-branded item with the perfume. Although he said it's not worth much, this thing is a limited edition, and its value is more than that.
If this is considered a reward, it is too much.

After all, I just looked at him a few times and then had someone touch my legs. This guy who said one thing and meant another.

Miyoko Nakamaki couldn't help but laugh.

If he wasn't too young and he wasn't still pursuing his career.

Maybe I'll really fall in love with him?
"Fubei Dafeng"

Miyoko Nakamaki murmured to herself.

She remembered that her boss seemed to have mentioned this school, and it was said that he was investigating a certain director within Fubei Dafeng.

Perhaps, you can use the name of work.

Go visit him at his school.
I wonder what Kitahara’s expression would be when he sees me appear in front of him.

Nakamaki Miyoko looked out the window and smiled.

Beiyuan was walking on the way home, counting his gains tonight.

Forty million yen.

If you don't consider the house, this is a huge sum of money, and Beiyuan can use it in many places.
Such as cars, food, dressing yourself up, or starting a company and becoming a boss, buying a house.

However, Kitahara currently has no plans to move.

The house was left to him by his relatives, and Beiyuan was prepared to live in it for decades unless he got married.

Of course, even after getting married, he would come back to visit from time to time.

The old house cannot be moved.

Kitahara thought for a while and made a preliminary plan. He prepared to use some money to hire someone to clean the tombstone, plant some flowers and plants, and then clean the car.

That's right, buy a car.

He was only a year away from graduation, so the car would be useful soon.

A car is a symbol of status.

For tonight's mission, if Kitahara didn't have this outfit, he wouldn't be able to attract Nakamaki Miyoko.
If a person has a luxury car to decorate himself, others will look up to him.

“Maybe we can go out for a walk on Saturdays and Sundays.”

Kitahara was planning when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Ok?"

"that person"

A girl, wearing a worn uniform, threw the garbage bag in her hand into the bucket and then wiped her sweat.

Turning around, she looked at Beiyuan, a hint of panic on her face.

"Qianchuan?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Kitahara's eyes.

　Maybe I'm sick, what I wrote is a bit weird, if you think it's unreasonable, you can give me some suggestions and I will change it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)