I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 102 Tokyo Isn't Too Hot

In his previous life, Cheng Sui really liked a song called "Tokyo Isn't Too Hot".

The lyrics are roughly about a boy's monologue about having a crush on someone, but in the end, he didn't have the courage to confess until he saw the girl with someone else.

Every time Cheng Sui listened to this song, he would think of a pathetic and lonely boy, waiting alone in front of his computer for a message from a girl.

Cheng Sui, who was once an innocent boy, was curious about why the song was called "Tokyo Isn't Too Hot." At first, he thought the story of the song took place in Tokyo in late autumn, and the boy's regret and helplessness perfectly matched the bleak tone of late autumn.

But later Cheng Sui learned about a song called "Tokyo Hot" and how it often appeared as background music in some explicit films.

It was only then that I understood why it was called "Tokyo Isn't Too Hot"—the filter of the innocent young boy was shattered.

But it's already mid-October, and Tokyo isn't really that hot.

On the way from the convenience store to the mall, I was holding Erii's hand. Although it was noon, the sea breeze was noticeably cold, and it felt bone-chilling on our soaked clothes.

Cheng Suineng could clearly feel that the girl's hand holding his was trembling slightly.

But her face remained expressionless, like that of a delicate doll.

In his previous life, Cheng Sui greatly admired those girls who could take photos in the dead of winter wearing short skirts and still smiling brightly, thinking that they were the true "heroines among women".

After all, even the biting cold wind couldn't extinguish the smiles on their faces, so they can probably overcome other difficulties in life with a smile too.

But unlike those girls who force a smile to leave behind pretty photos, Cheng Sui felt that Erii was truly used to this almost blank expression on her face.

Or perhaps Erii simply doesn't know what kind of expression to use to deal with the feeling of "coldness".

Judging from her manner of interacting with people and her reactions to the things around her, Erii gave Cheng Sui the feeling that she was seriously out of touch with human society, and he had no idea what had happened to this girl.

Just as Cheng Sui was lost in thought, Erii had already chosen her clothes and was being led to the fitting room by the sales assistant.

Before pushing the door open, she subconsciously turned around and glanced at Cheng Sui, only to see the boy with his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of disappointment flashed across the girl's eyes.

When Cheng Sui looked up, the fitting room door had already closed gently, leaving him only with the slender back of a woman with long, dark red hair, dressed in a wet shrine maiden outfit.

Erii is considered very tall for a Japanese girl. Cheng Sui estimated her to be around 1.7 meters tall. Although Erii and Nono are about the same height and both have long dark red hair, their temperaments are completely different.

Nono's height of 1.7 meters makes her seem like she's 2 meters tall, exuding a haughty queen-like aura. Erii's temperament, on the other hand, is completely opposite to Nono's; she is reserved and taciturn, yet possesses a childlike innocence.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, Erii's hair color is exactly the same as Nono's.

Previously, Cheng Sui had asked Nuonuo why she dyed her hair red. Nuonuo had dismissively scoffed and said that her hair wasn't dyed; it was naturally red.

Erii doesn't seem to dye her hair herself; it's probably natural. I wonder if there's some unknown connection between the two.

"Click."

The slight sound of the door opening interrupted Cheng Sui's thoughts. The fitting room door was pushed open from the outside by a sales assistant.

A foot wearing black loafers stepped out first, with black socks covering the slender ankle, the calf having smooth and beautiful lines, and the skin so white it was dazzling.

Erii came out of the fitting room.

She had changed out of her soaking wet, solemn shrine maiden attire. She now wore a light pink striped blouse, layered under a cream-colored cable-knit cardigan, and a black pleated skirt. She looked soft, sweet, and innocent, like a heroine straight out of a spring-themed school manga.

The sales assistant led her to the fitting room mirror.

Erii looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes widening slightly involuntarily.

Cheng Suineng could clearly see that her previously somewhat empty, scarlet eyes were now brimming with the joy and brilliance of a fawn. This was the second time he had so clearly captured the emotion of "joy" in her eyes.

This was probably the first time in her life that she realized she was beautiful. The girl's innate love of beauty came to the fore. Watching her twirl around, lifting her skirt with a hint of smugness, Cheng Sui couldn't help but smile.

After admiring herself in the mirror, Erii immediately turned to look at Cheng Sui with great anticipation, eagerly hoping that he would see her new appearance.

The moment the girl caught a glimpse of Cheng Sui's smile, her eyes brightened noticeably, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

"Your girlfriend is very beautiful," the sales assistant said with a smile.

This was originally a phrase she often used to make male customers who accompanied her shopping feel embarrassed to refuse to buy things, but at this moment, it was a heartfelt sentiment.

Having worked as a sales assistant for over a decade and met countless people, she has rarely seen a girl like Erii, who possesses both exquisite looks and a pure temperament.

Eriki tilted her head in confusion and wrote in the notebook: "That girl——どんYouda Yuda?"

(What kind of friend is a girlfriend?)

The sales assistant was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Erii meant.

"Ahem." Cheng Sui interrupted the conversation between the two. Although he did not understand Japanese, he had clearly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere of their conversation. His intuition told him that he had to end their conversation immediately, otherwise things might take a turn for the worse.

"Settle," Cheng said in English.

The sales assistants naturally understand Chinese. After all, this is the largest shopping mall in Shinjuku Ward, and foreign tourists come to shop here every day. Knowing one or two foreign languages ​​is a basic skill for the sales assistants here.

Cheng Sui took out a bank card that he had prepared in advance. It was given to him by Angers before he came to Japan. It contained his $100,000 scholarship money. Moreover, Angers said that the credit limit of this bank card was frighteningly high. If necessary, Cheng Sui could use this bank card to borrow a large sum of money for emergencies.

The sales assistant helped Cheng Sui complete the payment by swiping her card, then watched the young couple leave with a standard smile.

Before this, she might have thought that the boy was lucky to find such a stunning female companion.

After all, although the boy was handsome, he was indeed somewhat ordinary compared to the girl's almost unreal beauty. But now she felt that the girl was the luckier one.

As a sales associate in a high-end shopping mall, she was trained before joining the company to identify various items that symbolize a customer's status, including the black bank card the boy had just used.

She recognized it at a glance; it was an American Express Centurion Black Card, commonly known as a "black card."

It is recognized worldwide as the "king of cards," with no preset spending limit, and theoretically it can be used to buy anything.

It extends invitations only to a very small number of top-tier clients, whose cardholders are all political figures, billionaires, or social celebrities from various countries, symbolizing unparalleled status and wealth.

Seeing such a young black card holder, the sales assistant couldn't help but become extremely curious about the boy's true identity.

She simply couldn't understand why such a prominent young man would choose to buy clothes for his female companion at Uniqlo instead of going to the luxury boutique next door.

Sigh, perhaps the way rich people think is just so hard to understand.