Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

For her, getting close to Shirley was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

When she overlapped the soft fabric, she did not feel any resistance. She turned her head slightly and saw Shirley's lips curled up with a faint smile.

Are you making fun of yourself?

Winette blushed and walked forward without saying a word, her pace quickening. When Shirley could no longer keep up with her pace, she came to her senses.

Her cheeks became even stiffer after being frozen in the air, and she felt embarrassed. Surprisingly, Shirley did not choke her with words.

"Where to go next?" Shirley asked.

"Uh, buy some food?" Miss Winnett felt that her tongue was not straight and her words were stumbling. "Because we plan to go out of the city."

Shirley sighed when she heard this. She knew Winnett couldn't come up with a perfect plan. She might be good at tactics and planning, but she was a complete amateur when it came to dating.

However, it’s okay to be an amateur.

She thought that if Winnet was good at this, she would feel unhappy. A woman who was too familiar always made people feel that she had a past. Whether she was charming or not, everyone had different views and ideas.

Perhaps because she hated herself, she also disliked people with similar personalities to her.

Well, I guess no one would like a woman who is prickly and speaks harshly.

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Shirley laughed at herself in her heart.

Only a fool like this could accept her.

She said, "So we need to prepare lunch, right?"

Winette's head moved for a moment. She knew that Shirley was very observant.

Without waiting for Winnett to answer, Shirley corrected her with a fingernail-sized amount of enthusiasm.

"Winnett, the electronics street is just a little further ahead." Shirley snorted helplessly, pulled Winnett's arm, and walked to the other side. "Since you want to have a picnic, it's better to buy ready-made cooked food. You don't mind sandwiches and juice, right?"

"do not mind."

Seeing Winnett's shy expression, Shirley walked towards the coffee shop on the corner.

The hand in my palm was trembling slightly.

This could not be hidden from her bright eyes. Winnet was nervous. She didn't quite understand why she was nervous. Kids much younger than her were kissing openly on the street. They ran to some bush or street corner and did it.

Although it is not a common phenomenon, the silly girl in front of me is too innocent.

Shirley bought sandwiches and juice, which were neatly packed in paper bags.

She saw Winnett staring at the window in a daze, and couldn't help but look in that direction. She passed by a few people who looked like gang members, turned into the alley and disappeared.

She knew that their worlds did not overlap.

But she didn't know how they would continue to get along.

Homosexual, a labeled noun.

Whether she likes Winnet, why does she like Winnet, and what does she think about the future, these questions have no answers for the time being.

She felt that she was not someone who had a traditional affinity for the same sex, and her current physical state was not mature enough. Perhaps it was just because she was used to being alone for a long time that she developed strange feelings for Winnet in front of her.

The title of homosexual alone represents something difficult to understand.

Even now, many countries still classify homosexuality as a disease. In university psychology, it has always been a hot topic. Many psychology circles describe it as a defect and people with this tendency as pitiful creatures. Using Freud's theory, they are interpreted as being still stuck in primitive happiness, which is described as a tragedy.

Every view has its counter-argument, either with good intentions or simply to spark debate. Even the labeling of homosexuality as a disease was the result of the inferences and activities of the pioneering gay rights activists in Germany in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and is still seen today as a biological defect in their behavior and a sin in religion.

If nature was sinful and sick, that suited her just fine, and of all the rebellious items, homosexuals were nothing.

However, this was undoubtedly a sin for Winnet.

Not only that, in the books she had read, the words associated with them were all "abnormal", "morbid", "derailed", "degenerate", "abnormal", "disgusting", etc. In common concepts, they were also slandered together with exhibitionists, copper smelters, and interracial people. If a painter or musician was a homosexual, he would also be regarded as pathetic.

Shirley shook her head, shaking off the idea, and glanced at Winnet.

Well, judging from her condition, she probably has never even touched anyone's fingers before, and she would tremble nervously when holding hands.

As an Oriental who has lived in the West for a long time, Shirley is well aware that even between people of the same sex, there is rarely any physical contact, and the United States is one of the most open places.

"What are you looking at?" Shirley said, holding a paper bag and preparing to go out.

"Ah," Winnet shook her head, "I seemed to hear gunshots, but it shouldn't have anything to do with us."

“Gunshot…”

Shirley murmured, she hadn't noticed at all, thinking that Winette's ears were as sensitive as a fox's.

"Why," she asked, "do you want to go over and take a look?"

"No, I don't want to get involved in that today."

Hearing Winnet's reply, Shirley couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

Like the stupid fox in front of me, she doesn't have any emotional scheming at all. This sentence is equivalent to saying that she would rather stay with me and spend the day together than worry about the trivial things that make her care.

"Let's go then. How far is the place we want to go?"

"About an hour's walk?" Winette calculated. Although it only takes about ten minutes by car, the car drives very fast and Shirley's walking speed is also a problem, so it is a little longer than expected.

"Huh, transportation is indeed necessary." Shirley said.

"Indeed," Winnet agreed. She had also thought about having a means of transportation, but it was difficult to confirm her own speed and the speed of the surrounding vehicles by hearing alone.

This is a question of experience, but apparently there is no place for someone with her poor eyesight to accumulate experience.

"How come a member with a code name doesn't even have a car?"

Shirley slyly tiptoed to Winnet's ear and blew quietly.

Miss Winnet blushed instantly. It was not that she couldn't afford a car, she just couldn't drive it.

I'm so angry. When she becomes rich, she must find a driver as versatile as Vodka, who can drive a car, a tank or an airplane!

She swore secretly in her heart.

"Then I'll take you there."

"Eh?"

……

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071 Will-O-Wisp Lolita (Seventh update, please subscribe first)

Winnet began to doubt again that she had heard it wrong. In the past two days, she had such doubts more often, and they were all focused on Shirley. It was as if she was surrounded by the soft music, causing her judgment to decline sharply.

It is common sense that a thirteen-year-old child would not have a driver's license.

But geniuses are not so easily restricted and should not be judged by common sense. In fact, her speculations about Shirley based on experience were mostly wrong, which is why she was always embarrassed by Shirley.

At this time, Shirley let go of her hand and walked out of the store.

She hurriedly chased after her, but Shirley did not run away. Instead, she leisurely stuffed the paper bag into her arms and walked towards the street selling household appliances. She slowly followed and saw a shop window full of motorcycles with posters of punk bands printed on them. She rarely listened to pop music, so she didn't know which band it was.

While she was thinking, Shirley walked into the store. While she was stunned, Shirley turned back with a look of reproach on her face, as if to say, "What are you doing standing there?"

She felt like a puppet, and she didn't know how Shirley dragged her in.

Then Shirley, like a little adult, stroked her chin and thought, her eyes moving back and forth between the various exaggerated machine styles. Winnet smiled awkwardly. She saw that the boss had a Mohawk and a plane, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Although people's aesthetic taste is free, it does not quite conform to her aesthetics.

Shirley seemed to be completely oblivious to the metal-punk vibe, finding a motorcycle and getting on it like a kid fascinated by a merry-go-round, which surprised her.

However, accidents are accidents, but the Will-O-Ghost Loli is not feasible!

Miss Winnett had heard about the tragic deeds of the will-o'-the-wisp boys in her previous life. She had long regarded motorcycles as a scourge and even avoided them when walking. In her mind, riding a motorcycle had become synonymous with dangerous extreme sports.

"You wanted to give me a gift, didn't you?" Shirley jumped off the motorcycle with satisfaction. "How about this?"

Winnett looked in the direction Shirley pointed. There was a motorcycle that looked like a large black beetle. The shape alone gave her a bad feeling, especially the two thick air pipes embedded in the body of the car, which looked like the wings of an airplane. She could already imagine what it would look like when this thing stirred up a storm on an empty straight road.

but.

but……

But this was the first time that Shirley had made a proper request to her. She was instantly entangled and even began to hope that the punk boss would intimidate Shirley with his nasal voice so that this ignorant little girl in front of him would give up. However, the reality was cruel -

The boss with a fierce face started chatting with Shirley like a teenager discussing his interests. All the topics were things she didn't understand, such as exhaust, cylinder, riding mode, and standard configuration. She was dizzy, but Shirley became more and more excited and in-depth in the conversation, which suddenly made her feel a little uncomfortable.

From the conclusion, age does not seem to be an obstacle.

Behind the store was a small test-driving field. Miss Winnett really wanted to question the other party in the name of Jehovah and tell her that this was an unfavorable temptation for children, but Shirley had already pushed the car into the field.

"She said she bought it in your name. There is a discount going on right now, and the insurance premium has also been reduced after the bill was amended..."

Winette sighed in her heart, but still took out her driver's license, paid the amount, and went through a series of formalities. Finally, she heard the boss's advice, saying not to let Shirley ride on the road.

The problem is, she can't control Shirley at all, but she can't tell such embarrassing words to outsiders.

The Mohawk-haired man whistled, and Winnett looked over to the test-driving field. Shirley was driving the motorcycle sideways in small circles, like a large black gyroscope, giving her the feeling that she might flip over at any time.

Now, she was really panicking.

She wanted to catch Shirley the moment she was thrown out, so she ran into the venue and observed Shirley's changes.

Shirley also saw Winnet coming over, so she changed her original driving trajectory and made a U-shaped drift. The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground reminded Winnet of the sound of a chainsaw starting.

Shirley rode the motorcycle like a giant black python. It swung its tail and stopped in front of her. Then she took off her big black helmet.

Shirley whistled flirtatiously, "Aren't you coming up, dear?"

Winette suspected that this was a scene and line from a movie. Just as Shirley liked to quote classics, it would be too embarrassing if she showed her weakness at this time.

She was afraid that Shirley would roll her eyes, snort, and then exude disdain for her from head to toe.

However, asking her to ride on this vehicle with ghost lights——

It’s too scary!

The only safety measure is a helmet!

If it’s a car, no matter how badly it’s hit, there’s still a chance of survival, but if it’s a Ghost Fire motorcycle, you might lose consciousness completely in an instant!

"Well, that's not good. You haven't got your license yet, and at your age, it's too dangerous to drive something like this... I mean, we can put it aside for a while, I just..."

"Are you scared?"

Miss Winnett had an urge to cry.

"Ah, what are you talking about... Why, why would I be scared? Even if a machine gun was firing in front of me, I wouldn't frown." She stammered.

Shirley jumped out of the car, put another helmet on Winnet's head, and pulled her over.

"You should believe me," Shirley said, "It's nice to take a drive on a holiday occasionally, and it can get us to our destination faster, right?"

Shirley couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw Winnet's expression. She looked several times more stunned than before.

"Although it is, but..."

"Okay, lovely lady, no buts. We are out of time. It's only three hours until noon."

Shirley interrupted Winnett and asked her to get on the motorcycle when she wanted to speak but couldn't, and then rushed out of the test drive field under the gaze of her boss.

Miss Winnet closed her eyes and held their lunch tightly in her hands, feeling that protecting it seemed like a difficult mission.

"Which way?"

"Go south, there's a town."

Very realistically, the patrolman on the street immediately spotted Shirley.

Winnet wanted to speak, but she couldn't hear anything at high speed. The manic wind made her feel uneasy, and she couldn't help but put her left hand on Shirley.

However, what awaited her was a sudden acceleration.

Shirley became unpredictable again, as if she had unlocked some seal. She made a happy sound and left all the patrolmen who tried to catch up with her behind.

Although Winette had seen Jacques riding a motorcycle, he was much more cautious than Shirley.

When they got to the country road, Shirley slowed down and said to Winnett, "How was it? Was it a pleasant experience?"

"Um……"

Winnet, with her neck tucked in like a baby bird, hummed softly.