Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 23: My breasts are so big that I won’t sink when I swim!

Chapter 23: My breasts are so big that I won’t sink when I swim! (Please read on)
Shibuya, Tokyo.

One of Tokyo's most expensive and wealthy areas.

Yoyogi Park in Shibuya.

Imperial gardens from the Meiji period.

It is now not only a holy place for baseball and jogging in Tokyo, but also a great place for citizens to enjoy cherry blossoms.

But many Tokyo residents don’t know that in addition to the Meiji Shrine in Yoyogi Park, there is also a large villa at the deepest part of the park.

The villa changed hands several times before being bought by a mysterious buyer a few years ago.

The purchase price was valued at nearly 20 billion yen.

Abe no Suzu lived here.

As one of the top families in Japan, this is just one of the properties owned by Abe Nosuke.

"What's happening in Tokyo recently?" Abe Nojaku was lying naked in the bathtub on the balcony with his eyes closed.

Several girls were using Malaysian volcanic mud airlifted in, mixed with tuberose bud essential oil and various precious materials, and applying it on Abe Noja's body.

Her assistant and part-time husband, Kinnosuke Asai, stood far away with his head lowered and documents in his hand.

"Hey! There are several supernatural suicides and murders in Tokyo that remain unsolved. The Furaishinmon and the Reiwakai of Sensoji Temple have both sent people here."

Abe snorted, "So many people die every year, and I don't see any spiritual dissidents coming. Now that the financial crisis has collapsed and the government is exhausted and weak, they all want to get a piece of the pie."

"The fifth heavenly man from Mount Asahidake in Hokkaido, Hakkibo, is on his way to Tokyo." Kinnosuke Asai continued to read.

"Hokibo? What's he doing here? Is there something he wants in Tokyo?" Abe no Suzu frowned. "Keep an eye on him and report his news to the Fuu Raijinmon of Sensoji Temple."

"Hi!" Asai Kinnosuke wrote down the record and then read the third item: "The Sakura family's new Rongqi in Shinjuku was transferred to someone else."

"Ha! Has the Sakura family become so weak? They even gave away their Tokyo headquarters." Abe Nojaku sneered, "To whom?"

"A police officer named Fujino, a member of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard." Asai Kinnosuke said after looking at the information.

"What?" Abe Noja sat up, his white peaches trembling slightly, and his brows furrowed. "Him?"

"Who is it?" Asai Kinnosuke was stunned and asked.

"Baga, is this what you should ask?" Abe Noque shouted.

"I'm sorry." Asai Kinnosuke lowered his head.

"It seems my premonition was right." Abe Noja's heart was beating strangely. "That man is far more than just this simple person."

In a Japanese-style ramen restaurant.

On the small dining table for two, there was a bowl of ramen and a stack of fried dumplings.

Japanese people like to eat pan-fried dumplings as a dish, and sometimes they eat them with rice.

Fang Zuo was really not used to this way of eating staple food with other staple foods.

"A big takimas."

Oda Yui shouted, "Let's eat!" and started eating ramen with her cheeks puffed out.

"Onii-chan, why don't you eat?"

"I just ate." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"Damei, Damei, you want to eat too." Oda Yui shook her little head.

"Okay, I'll eat too." Fang Zuo asked the boss to bring a bowl as well.

"How's your swimming going?" Fang Zuo looked at Oda Yui who was slurping ramen and asked her to eat slowly.

“Not very good.” Oda Yui swallowed the ramen and frowned: “Onii-chan, I don’t have a talent for swimming.”

Fang Zuo smiled and knocked Oda Yui's head with his chopsticks. "I'm not asking you to participate in a competition. Do you need talent just to learn how to swim?"

"Really? Others can learn it after a few times, but I still tend to sink." Oda Yui covered her head and shook her head: "Onii-chan, I found that those who can't sink have very big breasts."

"And I always sink, this is why." He compared his chest and said dejectedly: "I wish I could be as big as Oka-san someday."

Fang Zuo almost spit out the noodles.

Sure enough, the little guy's brain is full of weird things.

According to her logic, Shiraishi Nagimitsu will never drown in this life.

Even a stone can float up.

but.

It seems to make some sense.

"Your mom said you wanted to switch to art?" "Hey! I loved drawing when I was a kid. When I was alone, I would draw non-stop. That's how time passed faster."

"But after graduating from high school, my mother asked me to study law." Oda Yui nodded, and then said distressedly: "My mother doesn't like me studying art, and she hasn't agreed to it yet."

Law?

Fang Zuo was stunned. How could such a simple girl be a lawyer?

On second thought, he may not be a lawyer.

In such a country, most law graduates go into politics.

It seems that Shiraishi Nagimitsu was still a little uncertain about the future, so he planned to pave the way for his daughter.

Why did she agree when I just mentioned it casually this morning?

Perhaps it was his presence that gave Shiraishi Nagimitsu a great sense of security.

No need to plan for my daughter's future anymore.

"Your mother has already agreed. She called the principal this morning," Fang Zuo said.

"Really?" Oda Yui almost choked with joy: "Onii-chan, are you telling the truth?"

"It's true. School will start in a few days, and you can just report directly to the university's art department." Fang Zuo nodded.

"It must be Onii-chan who said something good on my behalf." Oda Yui nodded excitedly.

Her big eyes curved into crescents, and the pair of cute apple cheeks on her face pout.

"Study hard in the next few days, and you will get more 'two-pieces' in college." Fang Zuo patted Oda Yui's little head.

"Eh~~! Onii-chan, you underestimate me." Oda Yui pouted, "When I was at Tokyo Girls' High School, I was recognized as the most beautiful campus beauty by several nearby high schools."

"So many boys are chasing me, huh, you treat me like I've never seen the world."

It was a rare opportunity to show off in front of Fang Zuo, and Oda Yui was very proud.

"Then why don't you have a boyfriend?" Fang Zuo asked curiously, "Doesn't your mother allow you to?"

"No." Oda Yui ate another fried dumpling, puffing out her cheeks as she chewed, and said, "I don't like people who are the same age as me. I think they are childish."

"But you're not that mature either." Fang Zuo couldn't help but laugh.

"That's different. I only feel comfortable when I'm with Onii-chan. I don't feel comfortable with them." Oda Yui shook her head.

Fang Zuo nodded.

Lack of fatherly love.

Perhaps Oda Yui has never enjoyed fatherly love and yearns for a more stable relationship.

That's why after experiencing a few terrifying things, I suddenly became more dependent on myself.

"I'm full." Oda Yui wiped her mouth and patted her belly nervously.

"Now that we've finished eating, it's time for me to go to work at the police station. Where are you going?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Hey! I was going to go home and play video games, but since Oka-san agreed to let me study art, I'm going to go buy some paper and pens."

Oda Yui waved her little fist happily, then slumped her shoulders, holding up her delicate face: "I'm so distressed. I haven't painted for so long, and I'm not very good at it anymore."

"Come on, you're the best." Fang Zuo patted Oda Yui's little head.

Oda Yui narrowed her eyes and rubbed Fang Zuo's big hand with her little head.

Yingkong Hutao sent a message to Fang Zuo at 8 o'clock in the morning, saying that there was a new clue and he was going to investigate the case.

I might not get back to the police station until the afternoon.

Fang Zuo arrived at the underground parking lot of Tokyo Tower and looked at the time. It was still very early.

A group of burly men in suits surrounded Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo narrowed his eyes. These people were quite strong.

One of them grabbed Sannomiya Tsubaki's hands and pushed her over.

For the first time, Sannomiya Tsubaki wore a floral dress.

White socks and a pair of flat black leather shoes.

The myopia glasses are no longer on my face.

The pale and elegant little face was full of fear.