I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The cold and beautiful woman walking in front answered crisply without even turning her head, but she slightly quickened her pace.

"It just so happens that Makoto doesn't come back until tomorrow afternoon from school, but we can't go too far."

"what happened?"

"I have other things to do tomorrow morning."

"Hi hi~"

Chapter 2: The Cold and Beautiful Wife and Female Boss Shrinks (Sad)

Last night the wind was light and the rain was heavy. I couldn’t sleep off the hangover.

"Sleep" is the verb "sleep", and "wine" is white wine commonly known as baijiu, which is reasonable and reasonable... ahem, just pretend I didn't say anything.

In short, when Serabelle woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning of the next day.

The weather was still cloudy. It was almost noon, but only a little hazy sunlight shone faintly into the room through the curtains.

There is sunshine, but not much. In London, which is known as the foggy city, it is rare to see clear skies in winter.

The quiet bedroom still retained a trace of last night's indulgence. The heating system was still running steadily. He was the only one lying on the bed. No sound came from the living room outside. It was obvious that Akai Mary had left for some time.

After all, I said I had other things to do this morning.

As an MI6 executive investigator, Serabelle rarely stays in bed.

Once you wake up, you wake up. There is no need to continue lying down.

What's more, after such a lot of exercise last night, his stomach was already empty. The honest feeling of hunger was transmitted from the stomach to the brain from the moment he woke up, constantly reminding him that it was time to get up and eat.

Serabelle threw back the quilt and got out of bed, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs that revealed her muscular but not overly muscular upper body. She stepped over the randomly scattered clothes on the floor as accurately as if she was walking on a pole and came to the window.

Wow——!

As the pulley slid across the rail with a sound, the traditional curtains opened to both sides, and the window was opened. The slightly warm morning sun immediately shone in from the window, and what came into view was the unique street scene of London's old town.

This is an old neighborhood located at the junction of central London and the suburbs. The surrounding houses are on average more than 30 years old. Compared with the bustling city center filled with all kinds of high-tech atmosphere, this is the real authentic old London.

It is also where Serabelle has lived for thirteen years.

He has lived here since he was five years old. In addition to Serabelle, there are two other people who have the key to this three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. One of them is the owner, Akai Mari, and her daughter, Sera Masumi.

However, since Masumi Sera is currently attending high school in London, the school is neither far nor close to home. She usually stays in the school from Monday to Thursday and only moves back home on Fridays and weekends.

Therefore, the only permanent residents in the true sense are Serabel and Akai Mari.

Just as Serabelle was gazing into the distance, a breeze blew by and he closed the window again at the speed of light.

"It's so cold!"

After stimulating her brain, which was not yet fully awake after waking up, by risking catching a cold, Serabelle ordered a takeaway on her mobile phone and started to clean up the room before the takeaway was delivered.

It can be seen that Akai Mary was indeed in a hurry when she left this morning. If it were in the past, she would even clean up the room before leaving, instead of leaving her underwear all over the floor like today.

However, these housework are not difficult for Serabelle, who has lived independently since childhood.

In just five minutes, he stuffed all the dirty clothes into the laundry bin and poured them into the washing machine to start washing. He also put all the paper towels and small umbrellas used last night into the trash can, packed the trash bag and went downstairs to throw it away.

After doing all this, Serabelle returned home and took out her mobile phone to glance at the location on the food delivery app.

——The rider is still three kilometers away from the destination and is expected to arrive in twenty minutes.

Well, there is still time, let’s wash up first.

This is what Serabelle thought and did.

However, less than twenty seconds after he entered the bathroom, holding the cup of water and picking up the electric toothbrush, he heard a sudden knock on the door from outside the security door at the entrance.

dong dong dong.

Ok?

Serabelle slowly typed a question mark.

He always thought that his memory was pretty good. The rider was clearly three kilometers away twenty seconds ago, and yet he arrived there twenty seconds later?

When did the food delivery riders mutate and evolve the ability to fold space in order to rush orders?

This is obviously impossible.

Who would appear outside the door now?

do not know.

After a little thought, Serabelle moved her fingertips slightly, and a hint of silver light silently slipped from her cuffs into her fingertips.

He turned off the vibration of the electric toothbrush, walked to the entrance with the toothbrush in his mouth, and placed his hand on the door handle.

If the person who opens the door is your own, continue brushing your teeth.

If it's an enemy, throw the knife away.

Serabelle's thought process has always been based on such simple and crude binary logic.

squeak--

After a one-second pause, the door handle was pressed down and the security door slowly opened inward.

…click.

The electric toothbrush fell to the ground.

Looking at the British girl outside the door, who was soaking wet and wearing an ill-fitting adult outfit, but still had her signature short golden wavy hair and a stern face, who was about the age of a junior high school student, Serabel silently opened her mouth full of foam.

"Ms. Mary? But why do you look like... uh, should I say a little mini?"

"Since you've recognized me, instead of wasting time talking about this, why not let me in first."

……

As the minute hand of the quartz clock hanging on the wall crossed the thirty-degree angle again, the female investigator, who had shrunk from a ripe peach to an unripe fruit, sat down at the desk in the bedroom wearing a clean women's shirt that was at least five sizes larger and holding a cup of hot coffee.

It is worth mentioning that since there is no underwear suitable for this age group at home, Akai Mary can only wear a shirt and wear it as a dress. Her white and smooth little feet can only hang in the air because they cannot reach the floor.

Just like the content of One Piece, a comic that has been serialized for decades, can be summarized in one sentence: "Luffy and his friends embark on a journey and overcome all obstacles in order to find one piece."

If one cannot explain the ins and outs of an incident clearly within ten minutes, then with such poor language organization skills, there is no possibility of him becoming an investigator for a country's intelligence organization.

Soon, after the blonde girl explained the whole story, Serabelle quickly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

"So, Sister Mary, you were set up by a strange organization. They pretended to be someone you knew and asked you out. Then, they ambushed you on the Thames Bridge and fed you a strange drug. You jumped into the Thames to escape, and you lost your key at that time. Then, due to the effect of the drug, you shrunk from your original appearance to your current state?"

"That's the summary." Akai Mary nodded slightly.

"Hmm~"

Serabelle pinched her chin and thought seriously.

"In this case, the most feasible method at the moment is to report your situation, Sister Mary, to MI6. Since the other party is an organization, there is no reason why they cannot be found. If we use MI6's ability to track them down..."

"No, I don't plan to tell MI6 about this." Akai Mary coughed lightly.

"Any other plans?" Serabelle didn't ask why.

"Ah."

The female investigator nodded slightly.

"For example?" Serabelle wondered.

He knew Akai Mary's character very well. She was definitely not the kind of person who would act without a purpose. Since she said she had a plan, she must have already obtained some reliable information.

But the jump was too big. In the last second he was still saying that the other party was a mysterious organization, but in the next second he already had a plan in mind.

So this is already a promising idea?

Then isn’t the other party very mysterious?

A certain trainee investigator couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"I'll explain this later."

The British girl raised her eyes, and her delicate toes, which had regained some color under her shirt due to the heating in the room, curled up slightly in discomfort.

"Compared to this, I have two things for you to do now."

"what?"

"One is to pick up Zhenchun for me after school later this afternoon, and the other is to remember to bring me a set of suitable clothes on the way back."

"Ah, I understand~"

Serabell agreed and reached out to pick up Akai Mari and put her on her lap.

After all, considering that he still has to go shopping for clothes in the afternoon, if it was Akai Mary's body data before she shrunk, he would be able to report it accurately even without measuring.

But now the size has shrunk by more than N levels, and the previous data is no longer accurate. In order to avoid buying the wrong size, of course you have to measure it carefully.

"Another point."

Akai Mary waved her jade hand and gently grabbed the guy's claw.

"When you and Masumi come back this afternoon, I will tell you all the information I know so far, and then we will set off together—"

“To Japan.”

After saying that, the female investigator let go of her hand and allowed someone to continue the operation.

Chapter 3 How come you are so good at flirting?

London is always beautiful in the evening.

As the fiery red sunset shines on the yellow and white marble walls, the heavy school bell rings out throughout the street, stretching for hundreds of meters.

This is Westminster School, located between Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament in central London.

As one of the nine most famous public schools in the UK, its history can be traced back to 1179 several centuries ago. It is also the only high school that has remained at its original site for nearly a thousand years.

Westminster School was founded by Queen Elizabeth I and has produced seven British palmists, as well as several Nobel Prize winners, famous authors, artists, etc.

Its tuition fee is a staggering 30,000 pounds per year.

Originally, Westminster School was a boys' school, but since 1973 it has expanded its enrollment to also admit female students over the age of 16, so it is now a co-educational school.

As one of the oldest and most famous private schools in the UK, Westminster School has another system that is unique among many high schools in London.

Unlike other high schools that require students to attend school as day students, Westminster School allows students to choose between day school and boarding.

This means that Westminster School's campus life will continue into the evening, and after other schools have finished all their classes, Westminster students will have more time and opportunities to participate in a wide range of learning life.

Of course, the so-called "extensive study life" does not include Friday nights.

Because the next day is Saturday and Sunday, and the precious Sunday is sacred and inviolable.

It was not until five minutes after the bell rang that British high school students in school uniforms began to walk out of the mottled and solemn gate of the public school, dragging their suitcases.

A black Audi A3 was parked on the side of the road next to the green belt opposite the school gate, mixed with other luxury cars waiting to pick up students from school, making this luxury version of Golf, which was theoretically of good quality, seem a little inconspicuous.

Serabelle didn't care about all this. At the moment, he was holding an Alpine-flavored lollipop in his mouth and sitting in the driver's seat of the Audi in a Ge You-like lying posture with a sage look on his face, his slightly slanted eyes always paying attention to the movements at the school gate.

As the school bell rang and it was the seventh minute, the flow of people at the school gate increased further, and the bustle also increased. All kinds of greetings merged together, comparable to a vegetable market during the morning rush hour.

Just like this, two or three minutes passed. In the bustling crowd of people leaving school in the distance, a group of three girls standing out from the crowd suddenly attracted Serabelle's attention.

"YADAZE Sera-san! You did a great job today. You beat up that arrogant guy Grammon. I'm so annoyed by hearing him talk about being a noble or something like that every day. He makes it seem like he's so superior."

The first person to speak was the girl walking on the far left. She had shiny, judge-style super golden curls that fell to her waist. She had a slender figure, delicate features, and a few freckles on her cheeks.

It is a standard stereotype of a British lady.

The one who responded to her was the heroic girl with short black hair walking in the middle. When she scratched her cheek and laughed, her cute fangs sparkled in the sunlight.

"I didn't beat him up... I didn't really, he just challenged me for no reason during the club activities, so I accepted his challenge... But then again, there's one thing I don't understand, I don't usually interact with Grammon, why did he suddenly challenge me today?"

"Oh sorry, that might be my fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Cuban girl walking on the far right, with long fiery red hair, a plump figure and a butt big enough for a goblet to fit, raised her hand honestly.