I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

As if she had thought of something, Suzuki Tomoko no longer forced herself. She said something meaningful, nodded slightly, and prepared to get in the car and leave.

However, the moment she turned around, as if her legs suddenly lost strength, Suzuki Tomoko staggered forward accidentally and was about to fall.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Serabel reacted in time and quickly pulled her from the side.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Suzuki?"

"fine……"

Tomoko Suzuki steadied herself and stood up again. She looked down at the hand that was clasped on her arm, pursed her lips and smiled silently, then raised her head and gave Serabel a light look.

Not fierce at all, but rather gives people a charming feeling.

"Well, it's almost time for me to go."

"See you."

Only after watching Suzuki Tomoko get into the car and leave did Serabel pinch her chin and look thoughtful.

Did we really go too far when we were secretly playing in the car just now...

Never mind, there is one more thing to do.

……

Ding-dong-

In the blink of an eye, it was 4:25 in the afternoon. Half an hour after Serabelle and the others returned to Tokyo, a clear and pleasant doorbell rang at Kudo's residence at 21-1, Beika-cho 2-chome.

"Uh~"

Yukiko was lying on the sofa, scrolling through her phone and checking the time from time to time. When she heard the sound coming from the entrance, she sighed deeply and thoroughly, feeling a bit like the loneliness of sitting on a fairy mountain for a hundred years and never seeing a living person.

However, after a pause of one second, Yukiko sat up from the sofa, jumped off the floor, ran to the door barefoot, picked up the microphone and started imitating the AI ​​voice.

"Hello, this is Kudo's house. The owner is not at home at the moment. Please leave a message if you have anything to say. For express delivery, please call directly. For newspapers, please put them in the mailbox at the door. For fried chicken, please go directly to Agasa's house next door. Thank you for your cooperation..."

Before he could finish his words, the boy's voice came from the microphone.

"Okay, I'll go back then."

!! ?

In an instant, a pair of big exclamation marks appeared above Yukiko's head, and then her voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Wait! Come back here!"

Ten seconds later, as the door of Kudo's house opened, Serabelle walked in from outside carrying a large bag.

Yukiko stared at the package in his hand.

"I have a question, what is this?"

"?"

Serabelle looked down and said "oh".

"I just asked Sister Yukiko last night if she wanted to bring Izu specialties. I bought them specially before I came back this morning."

"Local specialties."

I don't know why, but when this was mentioned, Yukiko suddenly emphasized the pronunciation of each word, and even sounded a little gritting her teeth.

She took the package from Serabelle and put it down, then pulled the boy to the sofa and sat down.

"……What's wrong?"

Serabelle looked confused.

Yukiko just got closer, with an increasingly devilish smile on her face, perfectly illustrating the phrase "smiling but with a dagger hidden behind".

"Can you please explain to me, Bell, why you didn't reply to my message last night?"

What does it mean to not reply to messages?

Serabelle was even more confused. She turned around to look at the big bag of Izu specialties placed by the door at the entrance. She wondered how she could have bought those things if she hadn't replied to the message. It couldn't be possible that they could communicate with each other through telepathy across hundreds of kilometers.

"Oh yes, you did come back." Yukiko's smile darkened, "It was just over three hours later."

Without waiting for Serabelle to speak, she once again predicted and interrupted the spell in advance.

"Don't say you didn't check your phone when you went out to the night market. I checked the weather in Izu yesterday. It rained from dusk until late at night except for dinner. You didn't go out to the night market in the heavy rain, did you?"

Well, this one doesn’t really…

Serabelle thought.

And as if some kind of hidden mode had been turned on, Yukiko began to reason madly.

"Heavy rain means you can't go out, so you can only stay in the hotel. If you stay in the hotel for more than three hours without replying to messages, it means you are doing something very dedicated. Well, this way the case is solved... Bell, you were flirting with that little girl from the Suzuki family under the moonlight last night, right?"

"No……"

"No?"

"Not really."

After repeated questioning, no flaws were found. In addition, Serabelle's eyes and tone were full of sincerity. After trying several rounds, Yukiko was forced to give up and exit the detective mode.

"Forget it, forget it. I believe you, but I still have to settle the score for delaying my sister for more than three hours."

Without giving Serabelle a chance to speak, the older girl pulled out an invitation letter in a classical art style from behind her back like a magic trick and stuffed it in front of her.

"As compensation, accompany your sister to this trip."

Chapter 198 Yukiko: Is it reasonable that it is still so rare after saving for three days?

Because Yukiko was too close, Serabelle was forced to move a little further away to be able to see the words on the invitation clearly.

"Sakamaki Akira...film director...memorial service?"

"That's right~"

Yukiko hummed playfully twice and quickly pulled the invitation away from the boy.

"Today is Sunday, so the event will be held next Friday at the venue on the twelfth floor of the Beihu Hotel."

After all, it is a well-known hotel in the whole of Tokyo, so there is nothing wrong with using it to hold a memorial service for something like Sakamaki Akira, which sounds like a deceased celebrity.

And based on what Serabelle knew about memorial services, although it was called a memorial service, it was essentially a theme ball for the upper class.

For example, if a famous movie star dies, everyone will hold a memorial service, and screen some films that were not so famous but very interesting during his lifetime, or films that were produced but not released in time, at the banquet, and people will eat and drink while watching them.

All in all, the atmosphere was quite joyful, and it was not at all like what it looked like, as if the whole room was filled with people playing suona.

"Are you going to participate in this?" Serabelle touched her chin.

To be fair, he felt that there was no point in attending this so-called memorial service. The main reason was that although it was held under the name of Sakumaki Akira, most of the people invited to the memorial service might not be interested in Sakumaki Akira at all.

Some may not even have heard of it.

It doesn’t matter whether the guest is a true fan of the subject, it only matters what class he or she holds in society.

To put it bluntly, it is just the self-entertainment of a small upper-class circle.

"Well, although I'm not interested in Director Sakamaki Akira, you have to know that I've been out of the limelight for almost 20 years. I still received an invitation after nearly 20 years. Do you know what gold content means?"

Yukiko boasted about herself for a while, then reached out to pick up the phone from the coffee table in front of the sofa, unlocked the screen with her fingerprint, opened the social software, flipped to the latest browsing history, clicked it, and then stuffed it into Serabel's face again.

"Here, look at this."

Serabelle distanced herself silently without saying a word and quickly browsed through the tweets.

The content of the tweet was very simple, consisting of only a photo of an invitation letter, and he had just seen this invitation letter not long ago.

That’s right, it was the invitation letter that Yukiko received, exactly the same.

Of course this is nothing, after all, it is impossible to invite only one person to the memorial service.

What really caught Serabel's attention was the account that sent the tweet.

【Chris Wynyard】

Or you can change your name and call her - Vermouth.

"...Why hasn't she blocked you yet?" Serabel asked after a moment of silence.

“Why did she block me?”

Yukiko blinked and asked back.

"What's the relationship between me and Sharon? We are sisters who share the same master..."

"Do I need to pay more?"

Serabelle suddenly said.

Yukiko's eyes wandered, she pondered for two seconds, and then uttered a sentence silently.

"In fact, it's probably okay without adding any money."

"Are you sure these are not plastic sisters?" Serabel held her forehead with her hand.

"Ahaha~"

Yukiko smiled and pretended nothing had happened, then clapped her hands and changed the subject.

"Anyway, Bell, you will go with me as my male companion. As for the clothes, I have also prepared them for you. It is a handsome tuxedo~"

"Is the size right?"

Serabelle was a little confused.

It is said that a suit is a must-have for men, but in fact, most men will not look good in a suit because it is too demanding on the body shape.

No matter if you are too fat or too thin and the clothes are too tight or too loose, it will not work. Even if you have a toned body and well-developed muscles, you will still feel bloated and look like a chimpanzee that may suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.

In short, if you want to look good in a suit, the size of the suit and the size of your body must be at the most suitable point, and any difference will not work.

"Of course it matches. Why doesn't it match?"

Yukiko asked back with a strange look on her face.

"When I went to order clothes, I showed the waitress how to do it, and she praised my figure."

After saying that, she performed a magic trick on the spot and used her hands to measure the size of her waist.

It was exactly the same as Serabelle's actual waist circumference.

"You can actually compete like this..."

"You'll be able to tell the difference if you touch them more often~"

The older girl was so proud of herself.

"Okay, anyway, Bell, go take a shower first, and I'll go up and get my clothes off."

"walk slowly--"

When he was alone, Serabelle always took a very fast shower. Five minutes later, when he returned to the living room from the bathroom, dripping with water, dragging the new slippers given by Yukiko, a tuxedo was already placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Everything, including bow ties, shirts, leather shoes, socks, etc., is neatly arranged and each item fits the size perfectly.

Serabelle put them on one by one as requested by a certain older girl.

"Well, it's perfect~ Our Bear is so handsome!"

Yukiko showed an expression of great satisfaction at just one glance.

Although there may be the buff of "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder", it has to be said that this is also the truth.

After all, although Serabelle's overall appearance is basically Asian, her facial features have inherited the advantages of Europeans and are quite three-dimensional. In addition, her youthful appearance gives her a boyish look and a mature and cold temperament, as well as the tuxedo she is wearing. Except for her height being a little too tall, there would be no problem if she just dyed her hair and didn't wear makeup and was thrown into the Pandora Hearts crew to play the male lead Oz Besalius.

Well, now I really have become a young butler.

"It would be perfect if it only had a cane."

"The cane is in my car, I can get it now if you need it..."

Serabelle pointed outside the window in the direction where she parked her car.

"Ah, no, no, this is not necessary."

Yukiko shook her head quickly, moved closer, opened her arms and put them around the boy's waist from the front.