Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Iinuma Isao's retort was weak.

"Don't think I don't know your little tricks!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Iinuma Isao quickly hung up the call.

My mother's sixth sense and her shamelessness are both so scary...

■

At noon, it rained heavily in Tokyo.

The originally scheduled burial time had to be postponed, and guests who came to pay their respects filled the Senjuin funeral hall in Shibuya.

After greeting his mother, Iinuma Isao sneaked into the temple in the rain, hid in the corridor and observed the situation.

The mourning hall opposite was packed with people, and almost everything he could see was black and white.

The only color was the cherry tree outside the window of the mourning hall, which bloomed bright pink in the heavy rain.

The lady's figure can be vaguely seen between the cherry blossoms, and her profile looks a little tired.

There were many people talking at the same time in the mourning hall, and the voices that came through the rain curtain to Iinuma Isao's ears were too blurry, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

"Young man, it's your turn..."

Suddenly someone spoke in my ear.

Iinuma Isao turned around instantly and saw the angel smiling at him.

Wax-like white skin.

Her appearance is like that of a delicate porcelain figure.

Pink tender lips, black mourning clothes and white flowers.

The big pupils reflected the boy's face, adorned with long, shiny black eyelashes.

There is no doubt that Hanashiro Iori is an impeccably beautiful girl, but Iinuma Isao always feels that she is not like a human being, and her beauty is like that of a mannequin.

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Walking without sound...

Girl, you are an earthbound spirit, right?

Iinuma Isao glared at Hanashiro Iori fiercely, then patted his chest with lingering fear, he was quite frightened.

"It is certain that I am a human being," said Hanashiro Iori.

Her pleasant and gentle voice instantly drowned out the sound of rain, giving people a warm and holy feeling, as comfortable as being in a dream.

You are not really an angel...

Isao Iinuma looked at her with a look of surprise, as if he was observing some newly discovered species, or a strange species that could speak human language.

"I am a human!" Huacheng Iori emphasized again.

Iinuma Isao frowned: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Huacheng Iori did not answer this question, but just laughed, and his laughter was very delicate and pleasant.

Pretending to be mysterious, I'll just assume you have super powers... Iinuma Isao muttered to herself and asked her, "What's happening in the funeral hall?"

"It's just a repeat of what happened three years ago."

Huacheng Iori glanced at the mourning hall with a nonchalant look: "Under the instructions of the Red Tai Group, a group of suppliers and contractors are again asking for early payment. Although this is rude and violates the contract, they are outnumbered..."

"Why did you run out?"

"My aunt let us out."

"you?"

"My aunt and Caiyu are over there." Huacheng Iori pointed to the opposite corridor.

Iinuma Isao turned his gaze away.

Through the rain curtain, I saw the three girls, Li Zi.

Although she looked pale, she did not look sad, and her expression gave people a feeling of absent-mindedness. She did not notice the gazes here, and looked down at her toes for a long time in a daze, giving people a subtle and elegant impression.

Her daughter, Hanashiro Iroha, stood nearby.

A petite and beautiful girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and exotic features.

The black dress wrapped around her plump figure, the embroidered collar revealed the fresh skin of her neck, and her small feet were covered with brown tweed high-top shoes.

A cold wind blew in with drizzle.

The hem of the skirt was slightly lifted, revealing the beautiful calves wrapped in black stockings.

"Really? Why did I come to a place like this..."

Huacheng Caiyu angrily pressed down the hem of her skirt with one hand, and with the other hand held down her hair that was blown by the wind, her rosy face showing an expression of dissatisfaction.

My mother tilted her head and grumbled with a little disdain: "How could a quiet woman like me give birth to a daughter like you who is as active as a puppy..."

"Yes, yes, I am a dog."

Hanashiro Iroha admitted rather rebelliously.

I am a dog, so you are a bitch... She didn't say this.

In Iinuma Isao's opinion, neither of these two people are dogs.

The mother is a ripe cherry that is plump and sweet after absorbing enough sunshine and rain, while the daughter is like a small cabbage that sparkles when the sky clears after the rain.

The mother is so ripe that you can squeeze juice out of her; the daughter is so tender that you can squeeze juice out of her.

"It's immoral to have a mother-daughter rice bowl."

Huacheng Iori spoke lightly.

"You are really observant." Iinuma Isao complimented lazily.

Hanashiro Iori nodded unashamedly: "I do have this ability. For example, I can tell what's going on in your mind right now, and none of them can be associated with 'noble'."

Facing the beautiful girl's ridicule, Iinuma Isao replied nonchalantly: "No one can live a noble life all day long. Thinking about things like how hard it is to peel sweet potatoes, how itchy my nose is, how bad the weather is, how bad my mood is, how I want to get rich, how I want to be single. Most people think about these things, is there anything wrong with that?"

Huacheng Iori raised his hand and pinched his chin with his fingertips: "I really shouldn't have too many fantasies about young people in small towns."

Iinuma Isao rolled his eyes at her and said, "Why are you coming to my place?"

"Let you be a hero." Huacheng Iori said as a matter of course.

"why?"

"Aunt needs a hero right now."

“I’m asking why I should be the one?”

"Because you want to be one."

"..."

Iinuma Isao was somewhat speechless.

He had a very strange feeling that this girl seemed to be able to see through his thoughts completely and ended the conversation in advance.

"The opportunity is right in front of you, you must seize it."

Hanashiro Iori seemed to be walking in the clouds, and said in a light voice: "I think you have lived with black bears and wild boars in the mountains of Asahikawa for fifteen years, and you should be bored. You can't wait to experience the colorful world outside, right? So, go quickly..."

Her voice is still childish, like that of a young girl, but her thoughts are more unpredictable than those of an adult.

She also accurately described Iinuma Isao's psychology.

'May you go through many vicissitudes of life and still be young when you return...'

Although this statement is very cliché, no one can do it because the human mind ages along with the body.

As we get older, our corroded hearts become less likely to hold onto hope and expectations for the world, and we become unable to maintain our true selves and keep our original intentions.

But what if the body becomes younger?

So, will the soul, which has experienced many vicissitudes of life, become younger along with the body?

Iinuma Isao’s answer is yes.

A young body will absolutely, one hundred percent cleanse a soul that has long been old.

Just like sweeping away the gloom accumulated in the heart due to long-term illness, the young body makes people more positive and optimistic, and the whole person is full of new hope.

If you are still lifeless after rebirth, then it would be a waste of your rebirth!

Especially after rebirth, there is a golden finger...

This is simply - Wuhu, take off!

From the moment the system was activated, Iinuma Isao decided that he must marry eight women in his lifetime... ahem, no, that's not right... He must live his life full of youthfulness until he grows old and dies.

Even though he spent the first fifteen years of his life in the mountains of Asahikawa with black bears and wild boars, it didn't matter. Just think of that place as Shilipo!

After fifteen years of hard training, he finally made his debut.

This time, I won't hide my shortcomings!

I want to be famous all over the world——

I have to say, Neon's middle school atmosphere is really easy to assimilate, making him look more and more like a real young man.

Iinuma Isao pondered for a moment, looking at Hanashiro Iori's delicate doll face: "Admittedly, compared to the cautious attitude of hiding one's strength and biding one's time in secret, I prefer to show off in front of others and pretend to be fresh and refined. However, I am not a fool who doesn't care about anything. There are gangs in the funeral hall. Such a dangerous occasion is not something a high school student like me can participate in..."

"I believe you won't be afraid."

"You're not afraid, why don't you do it yourself?"

"Because my aunt is your woman."

"What?" Iinuma Isao was stunned.

The angel suddenly stood on tiptoe, put her face close to Iinuma Isao, and asked him jokingly, "Aunt is your mother's best friend, right?"

"Yes." Iinuma Isao nodded.