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

Chapter 112 The Illuminated Tokyo Tower (3000 words)

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Cheng Sui sat with her back to the bathroom on the edge of the pink round bed, her posture as stiff as a sculpture.

He wasn't even sure if Erii had closed the frosted glass door when she went in.

The air was filled with moisture, mixed with the sweet scent of shower gel, gradually permeating every corner of the room.

Cheng Sui suddenly remembered a joke he had seen online in his previous life: when losers pursued girls, they would always be dismissed by the goddess with a "I'm going to take a shower" or "I'm going to eat".

But the losers always think that the goddess has really gone to eat, so they wait and wait in front of the screen. When the goddess's avatar turns gray in the end, the losers will think that the goddess is tired, rather than that she is too lazy to pay attention to them.

Cheng Sui suddenly had a malicious thought: Tokyo and China have little time difference, so is Lu Mingfei, who is currently a senior in high school, waiting for news from Chen Wenwen?

Cheng Sui suddenly thought of the song "Tokyo Isn't Too Hot," which is about the story of a boy.

But Erii isn't the kind of girl who uses words and subtext to hook someone up.

Her mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper that had never been stained.

So when she said she was going to take a shower, she immediately started taking off her clothes, her movements so natural and without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

The splashing sound continued for a while, then gradually subsided.

Cheng Sui heard the sound of water splashing as the girl stepped into the bathtub.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The rain outside the window had suddenly intensified, with torrential raindrops pounding against the glass, making a continuous pattering sound, as if trying to swallow the whole world.

The last few people returning home late also carried umbrellas and hurriedly ran through the puddles, quickly disappearing into the alleyway.

The world fell silent, leaving only the traffic lights stubbornly changing their monotonous colors on the deserted streets.

Against this backdrop of sound, the slight sound of the girl's body sinking into the water was amplified infinitely and clearly reached Cheng Sui's ears.

He then thought of a custom he had learned about from watching Japanese dramas.

It is said that many Japanese families share a bathtub, and people take turns bathing in it according to their family status.

Cheng Sui still cannot understand the significance of this custom.

Even though he washes himself thoroughly before taking a bath, he can't stand soaking in bathwater that someone else has used.

Just as his thoughts were drifting further and further away, almost reaching the origin of the universe, a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the thick dark clouds.

In an instant, the Tokyo Tower in the distance was illuminated brightly.

It is now 2008. The Tokyo Skytree, which would later become world-famous, had not yet been completed, and Tokyo Tower was still the tallest building in Japan.

A few seconds later, the dull rumble of thunder finally arrived.

"Boom—"

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The loud noise made the entire old hotel tremble slightly, and the windowpanes hummed under the strain.

At that very moment, the lights in the room flickered twice and then suddenly went out.

At the same time, a short gasp came from the bathroom.

Cheng Sui's heart skipped a beat.

He almost instinctively jumped out of bed and rushed toward the bathroom.

They are now fugitives wanted by all forces in Tokyo, and any slight movement could be fatal.

The penthouse suite at this love hotel, while not as luxurious as a five-star hotel in terms of decor, boasts an astonishingly large bathroom, almost reaching the standard of a presidential suite.

Perhaps because couples often enjoy engaging in activities that enhance their relationship in the bathroom, the space here is large enough to even accommodate a standard snooker table.

Cheng Sui moved extremely fast, and it wasn't until his body smashed open the unlocked bathroom door that he belatedly realized that Erii was taking a shower.

So the instant he rushed through the door, he abruptly closed his eyes, simply spreading his chakra out to sense his surroundings.

The bathroom was quiet.

There were no enemies, no murderous intent.

Only the warm steam and the girl's steady breathing could be heard.

After a long while, Cheng Sui finally heard a soft, satisfied sigh.

It wasn't any language, just a long, soothing breath, filled with childlike wonder and joy.

He cautiously opened one eye, and only after confirming it was safe did he open the other eye as well.

The bathroom lights were also off, but the neon lights of the city outside the window provided a hazy light source for the dark space through the huge glass window without the curtains drawn.

The water in the bathtub rippled gently, and thick soap bubbles piled up on the surface, reflecting a dreamlike glow under the colorful lights outside the window.

Erii sat in this dreamy sea of ​​foam.

Her entire body was submerged under the foam, with only her small head showing. The little yellow duck that she had brought from Genji Heavy Industries was floating leisurely around her head.

She stared blankly out the window, completely absorbed in the scenery before her, seemingly oblivious to Cheng Sui's intrusion.

Logically, Cheng Sui should have immediately and tactfully left at this point.

But when his gaze followed Erii's self-illumination to the window, he froze on the spot.

Tokyo Tower is lit up.

After the lightning that tore through the night sky, it seemed to be completely ignited, radiating a warm orange-red light.

In 2008, Tokyo was the most prosperous metropolis in East Asia. It grew wildly by siphoning resources from all over Japan. Every inch of land in the city was extremely valuable, and countless towering office buildings emitted a cold and rational white light in the night.

Tokyo Tower, however, is the most striking warm color in this huge and cold urban oil painting.

It's like a giant candle erected in Tokyo, bringing a touch of human warmth to this steel jungle with its light and heat.

This scene was so beautiful it was almost surreal.

Cheng Sui couldn't help but think of the story in the Bible.

People fired bricks and stones thoroughly, used asphalt as mortar, and built a giant tower on the ancient Babylonian plain, hoping to reach heaven.

From then on, anyone who got lost in the wilderness could always see the brightly lit tower if they looked up, where the sound of hammers striking echoed day and night. It was everyone's destination and a beacon of hope.

"I want to go there to play."

Erii stretched out her slender fingers, dipped them in the water vapor, and wrote a few Chinese characters crookedly on the glass covered with a thin layer of mist.

Cheng Sui looked at the line of text and nodded.

"Okay, I'll take you tomorrow."

His voice was very soft, as if he couldn't bear to break the tranquility of the moment.

"You go wash first, I'll go out and buy some food."

Before the room lights came back on, Cheng Sui turned and left the bathroom, her movements swift and even slightly disheveled.

Only after the bathroom door closed behind him did he let out a long sigh of relief, forcibly suppressing the churning blood in his body.

Just as he turned to leave, Erii straightened up slightly from the foamy bathtub so she could write better on the glass.

At that moment, the girl's fair upper body was completely exposed to the air—

The landlady's slightly hoarse apology could be heard from the corridor.

She was going door to door explaining that the old transformer in the shop had tripped due to the recent thunderstorm, and that a repairman would be there soon to restore power.

A shirtless guest poked his head out of the room, muttering curses in Japanese that Cheng Sui couldn't understand.

But judging from that impatient tone and angry expression, it certainly wasn't something nice to say.

Cheng Sui ignored the chaos and quickly went downstairs. He bought two heated rice balls, some cutely packaged snacks and drinks, and a can of milk that had been specially warmed at the convenience store at the street corner.

He bought the can of milk on a whim.

He remembered reading somewhere that drinking a glass of warm milk before bed helps with sleep.

When he hurriedly returned to the room carrying the plastic bag, Erii had already taken a shower.

The girl was only wrapped in a white bath towel and was lying on her side on the huge pink round bed, her two long and straight legs casually crossed.

The edge of the bath towel barely covered the top of her thighs, and her youthful yet already developing body curves were faintly visible in the dim light.

She sat leaning against the headboard, oblivious to everyone around her, holding her notebook in her hand, seemingly deep in thought, completely unaware of the astonishing allure of her appearance to a normal young man.

Cheng Sui walked over, casually pulled up the thin blanket on the bed, and covered Erii's body, completely covering her alluring spring scenery.

Then he put the snacks and drinks he was holding on the bedside table.

"I bought some food, including heated tuna rice balls."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the girl on the bed and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Erii blinked curiously, reached out from under the covers, took the plastic bag, and curiously examined its contents.

She picked up a triangular rice ball and carefully poked it with her finger.

This was the first time in her life she had ever seen packaged food like this.

Following the illustrations on the packaging, she clumsily tore open the package, then sat on the bed and began to eat it in small bites.

The instant rice balls from convenience stores can't compare to the dishes meticulously prepared by top chefs at Genji Heavy Industries.

But this novel experience brought Erii immense satisfaction and joy.

Even the ordinary rice balls seemed to become exceptionally delicious.

Soon, Cheng Sui finished washing up and came out of the bathroom wearing a clean T-shirt and trousers.

He didn't go to bed, but pulled over the only chair in the room, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a rice ball, and silently began to eat.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Two people, one sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket like a silkworm.

One person is sitting in a chair, with an upright posture.

They silently ate their bland rice balls, with only the torrential rain outside the window providing background music for this peculiar scene.

Suddenly, a refreshing woody scent wafted over.

Cheng Sui looked up and, without realizing it, the girl wrapped only in a bath towel had climbed off the bed and was kneeling in front of him.

She tilted her head back, her crimson eyes sparkling under the light, holding up the little notebook she never let go of.

"Eri needs to have her hair blow-dried."

Cheng Sui then noticed that the girl's beautiful crimson hair was still wet, with water droplets dripping from the ends onto the carpet.

He put down the rice ball in his hand, stood up from the chair, and gestured for her to sit down.

Erii's lips curved into a beautiful smile, and her eyes also curved into two small crescent moons.

Actually, she knows how to blow-dry her hair.

But the gentle and comfortable feeling she had when Cheng Sui first helped her blow-dry her hair at Genji Heavy Industries remained fresh in her memory.

So she waited until Cheng Sui finished showering before making this request.

The monotonous hum of the hairdryer soon filled the room.

Cheng Sui stood behind her, running his fingers through her soft hair as he carefully dried it.

Outside the window, it was a long, stormy night in Tokyo.

Inside, the lights are warm and bright.

The girl sat obediently in the chair, her eyes closed, quietly enjoying the warm air and gentle caresses coming from above her head.

The scene at this moment was harmonious and peaceful, as if they had been getting along like this for a very long time.

Long enough to transcend time, until one's hair turns white.