I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 167 Can you help me eat it?
"So, if these clips are posted online, you might become famous."

The little electric scooter, carried by the wind, shuttled through the streets on a summer night.

Dust, fallen leaves, and shattered moonlight swirled up and spread across the ground.

The woman holding the boy's waist spoke as if in a dream, seemingly drunk but not quite.

The wind blew the short strands of hair of the boy in front of him aside, revealing his handsome features.

"So, should I thank you?"

The woman's body was soft and fragrant, a stark contrast to her tough police officer image.

Her cheek pressed tightly against the boy's back, enjoying the rare coolness of the summer night while feeling the warmth behind him.

Would you call this a case of experiencing both ice and fire?
"Of course you should thank me. After all, it was my suggestion that you participate. The show looks so good, and it helped you take many shortcuts."

"They really have thick skin."

Tsukino Gen said with a laugh.

Then he felt the woman's hand move up his lower abdomen. He glanced down and out of the corner of his eye and saw her fair, but empty, fingers.

"I'm not as shameless as you, Mr. Tsukino. The atmosphere was already like that, and you still wouldn't give me the ring. Are you in such a hurry to exchange it for money?"

That's right.

Even under those circumstances, Tsukino Gen did not give the ring to the other party.

Because he was perfectly aware that his relationship with Chinatsu Morita was not like that at all. Even though this woman deliberately created an ambiguous atmosphere during their time together, he remained clear-headed about it.

Moreover, if such a clip were to circulate online, it would be fine if the young lady saw it, but he didn't want Kazama Sakura to feel wronged.

Although there is no such thing as fairness in one's own life, there is certainly a distinction between what is important and what is not.

Clearly, Chinatsu Morita is now the one in a weaker position.

Gen Tsukino showed no signs of embarrassment or guilt.

Instead, he smiled and asked in return, "It sounds like such a pity."

"Of course it's a pity. Any woman would feel it in that situation, right? Besides, you made me lose face."

Chinatsu Morita muttered to herself, pinching Gen Tsukino's chest in annoyance.

This seems to be a rare glimpse of her feminine charm.

"So I've already said it, it would be better if you went up there yourself. If the decision is in my hands, it's impossible to satisfy you in everything."

"Hey, don't you think your unwavering determination and independence from the atmosphere is very manly?"

"I don't care if he's manly or not, as long as he doesn't look old."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Chinatsu Morita is Chinatsu Morita, so she was destined not to dwell on such things for long, because she knew clearly that the ring did not belong to her.

Perhaps tonight's story does belong to me and Gen Tsukino, but that doesn't mean everything in the story belongs to me and him.

If you can't have it, you can't have it, even if you really want it.

And strictly speaking, it wasn't a loss. At least no other woman had witnessed everything this young man did tonight like she did.

Are they guests or audience members?

Is he the master who stays in the story forever, or a passerby who only appears briefly?

Does it matter? Not at all. What matters is whether the scenes you appear in are exciting enough.

Just like the wind passing by right now, no one can catch it, yet it is so unforgettable.

"Tsukino Gen".

She leaned against the boy's back, her grip loosening slightly, and her voice was light and cheerful.

"Ok?"

"You can't give this ring to anyone else before I get it."

"understood."

"You agreed so easily?"

"After all, I still have a conscience."

"Bullshit~ You have everything except a conscience."

"Haha."

The electric scooter isn't fast; it's nowhere near as fast as lightning.

But it was enough to safely escort the person home. Downstairs at the apartment building, Tsukino Gen prepared to watch the other person enter the elevator.

However, after getting off the car, Chinatsu Morita stared intently at Gen Tsukino.

"what?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

But Chinatsu Morita said directly, "Come up with me, the night isn't over yet."

"It's already this late, and it's still not over?"

"Nonsense, you were the only one drinking at that event. I didn't eat or drink enough, and you even said you'd treat me to a meal. You didn't show any sincerity at all."

She said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

Tsukino Gen said with a laugh, "Who told you to keep taking pictures without eating anything?"

"How can you blame me? You were the one who went up on stage, how could I not take pictures? I've been so supportive of you, and you're not even giving me the ring?"

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the ring anymore, let's go."

In the end, it's still just a ring, isn't it?

Do women go crazy when they get involved with things like rings?

This also seems to be an unsolved mystery.

"Humph."

As Chinatsu Morita went upstairs, the woman kept using her phone the whole way.

Gen Tsukino thought the other person was sending a message to someone.

But when they reached the door, she said, "Don't look, I'm not chatting with anyone."

"When did I ask that?"

Tsukino Gen said strangely.

As she opened the door, Chinatsu Morita turned around, revealing a charming and alluring smile.

"Still pretending? Do you only feel accomplished if I say it out loud?"

"Everyone says not to treat me like such a strange person."

Gen Tsukino entered the room with a wry smile.

"Wait a minute, change into slippers."

Chinatsu Morita took out a pair of men's slippers, which seemed to be one or two sizes larger than Gen Tsukino's feet.

She looked at it and muttered, "It's too big."

"What do you mean?"

The woman sighed and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I was thinking there would be plenty of opportunities for you to come to my house, so I prepared a pair of men's slippers beforehand. It seems they were still too big."

Gen Tsukino didn't know where this woman got her confidence from, but judging from the facts, it really did make her successful.

He shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to wear slippers to exercise anyway, so bigger is better."

Chinatsu Morita smiled slightly at the boy, "It seems that I still have to do things that satisfy your vanity in order to get you to speak properly."

"Have I been speaking improperly all this time?"

The boy touched his chin.

Chinatsu Morita nodded. "Of course, if you haven't realized it, it's probably because your sarcastic and unsettling personality has become instinctive, and you're basically unaware of it."

"I think the one who becomes instinct is clearly yourself."

Gen Tsukino sat naturally on the sofa in the living room. The apartment wasn't large, but the furniture and decor arranged by Chinatsu Morita made the space feel spacious.

It looks clean and tidy, and doesn't give people a sense of pressure or oppression.

"Please sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of honey water."

"Plain water is fine, no need to go to all that trouble." The woman opening the refrigerator looked at him strangely, "You drank so much and you're still okay?"

Gen shrugged. "Well, I'm Superman, but I need to use the restroom first."

"Pfft, even Superman needs to go to the toilet, right?"

The boy entered the restroom. Although he really didn't want to do anything down there, some things were just there, and unless you were blind, it was hard not to see them.

For example, in the laundry basket, there are brightly colored, boldly styled close-fitting clothes.

There really is hers.

How old is she, dressing so provocatively?
Do you dress like this all the time?

Just imagining a policewoman who usually looks so serious and aloof in her uniform, actually wearing this kind of underwear underneath... wait, could this be Ding...?
It's no longer watchable.

If you look any longer, the water won't be able to drain.

Gen Tsukino quickly finished his business and left the bathroom. When he came to the living room after washing his hands, Chinatsu Morita had already placed the water glass on the table.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed as she opened a can of beer for herself.

"You haven't done anything strange, have you?"

Gen Tsukino glanced at her, knowing perfectly well what she was implying.

"If you don't want this kind of misunderstanding to happen, you should pack your things before people come to your house."

"You saw everything?"

Her expression wasn't that of a shy, timid girl; instead, her eyes revealed a strange excitement.

Gen Tsukino rolled her eyes at her. "It's hard for anyone who isn't blind not to see it, right? No, you didn't put it there on purpose, did you?"

If that's really the case, then it's incredibly perverse.

Chinatsu Morita narrowed her eyes. "Sorry, it's not as perverted as you think. But this seems like a good idea. Next time I can put in something even stranger."

"How could a policeman's home be this terrifying?"

Gen Tsukino took a sip of water.

"Hahaha, just kidding, how could a policeman like me be a pervert?"

She blinked.

Gen Tsukino felt that this look was clearly saying: Yes, I am this kind of pervert.

The two chatted for a while when the doorbell rang.

The woman quickly got up, went to the door to retrieve a lot of things, and only after putting them on the table did she realize that they were fried chicken and stir-fried udon noodles.

The aroma and the color and appearance of the dishes are quite appetizing.

"You ordered so much?"

However, the portion seems quite large.

"Yeah, boys naturally eat more, especially students like you who are still growing."

"I'm really grateful for the thoughtfulness of a police officer who took a high school student to a bar."

Chinatsu Morita laughed uncontrollably, "You still say you're not sarcastic? In the heat of summer, you'd definitely be a eunuch."

Eunuch?

It's so disrespectful.

He should at least be a manager.

Chinatsu Morita turned on the TV and opened a few bottles of beer, then sat down next to Gen Tsukino and they ate together.

The two didn't talk about anything particularly exciting, nor did they try to create any particular atmosphere or deliberately create any romance or beauty.

They just leaned close together, eating and toasting, talking about whether the actors on the TV show were awkward or funny.

It's like an ordinary couple finally having a day off to relax together. They don't want to waste their energy shopping or letting the hot weather drain their energy. So they simply stay comfortably at home and enjoy the rare comfort and peace together.

"Oh, right, I forgot to ask you. How do you know so much about the different types of alcohol? Do you drink them often?"

Thinking back to what happened before, although it seems less outrageous that it was Tsukino Gen who did it, it still makes one curious about how he managed to do it.

Especially after drinking so much, a normal person would have difficulty even drinking it, let alone distinguishing what kind of alcohol it is.

"You remember what happened, and you remember the taste of everything you ate. Is that so difficult?"

"You even know about baijiu (Chinese liquor) in the sweltering summer, isn't that difficult?"

"The baijiu in the hot summer is still quite special, although I don't really like drinking any kind of alcohol."

Upon hearing this, Chinatsu Morita couldn't help but laugh, and crumbs of fried chicken fell all over her.

"You can drink so much and you say you don't like alcohol? Are you trying to fool young girls? It makes you seem mature and unique. It's like how successful people like to say they don't like money."

"I've noticed that Officer Morita has a lot of opinions about me."

Gen Tsukino turned his head.

Chinatsu Morita took a big bite of the fried chicken, making a crunching sound, much like the special effects in those fried chicken commercials.

"No, it's just that I often feel like you're not telling me the truth. Although I've said I like lies, yours is just too poorly disguised."

Gen Tsukino stared intently at Chinatsu Morita with a smile.

"What constitutes meticulous care?"

"for example."

Before Morita Chinatsu could speak, she saw Tsukino Gen reaching out his hand to her.

She didn't move, even though she didn't know what the other person was going to do.

But in an instant, the invisible pressure seemed to become tangible, turning into a tense atmosphere that enveloped him.

He was very close, and his masculine scent was so strong.

She didn't know if it was a dazzling, intoxicating scent of hormones, but she didn't dislike it.

His fingers touched her cheek, and in that instant, she thought he was going to cup half of her face in his hands.

But he simply used his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch away the crumbs of fried chicken from the corner of her mouth.

Then he threw it into the trash can and said it casually.

"Like what?"

Chinatsu Morita's cheeks flushed slightly, even though it was just a very subtle, ambiguous gesture, the effect of it making her heart race was quite obvious.

Sometimes, it's not about how outrageous the action is that triggers a reaction. It's mainly about who the person is.

She couldn't help but mutter, "How mean! Using pranks on my sister now? You think I fall for that?"

Gen Tsukino shrugged innocently. "I didn't mean that. It's just that it's sticking there and it's a bit of a killjoy."

"is it?"

Chinatsu Morita slightly puffed out her chest.

Show off your shirt with some crumbs, especially around the collar and chest.

As the peaks rise and fall, debris settles within them.

"Is this place an eyesore? Would you please help me fix it, Mr. Tsukino?"

"you sure?"

Gen Tsukino looked at the other person with a half-smile.

Chinatsu Morita scoffed, "You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but you really want to back down when I bring you here. Do you really want me to label you a weak man?"

"I don't think it's anything too outrageous."

Gen Tsukino reached out, as if to take the fragments from the other person's chest.

But just as he leaned forward slightly, Chinatsu Morita stood up abruptly, her soft, fragrant body wafting towards him.

The moment she held the boy's head tightly.

Her face turned completely red, but her voice was excessively charming.

"I think you'd better eat it."

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(End of this chapter)