My girlfriend is a bad lady

The chat history was blank, but there were a few people on the contact list, but not many.

I randomly picked a girl's name, clicked on it, thought about it, and typed "Hello".

"What's up"

'Koizumi Aona' sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Kiyono?"

"Yes"

"Can you give me a photo of you?"

After waiting for a while, there was no news.

It seems that the people in the line will only reply in the simplest way, but it is already very powerful!

Close Line and choose other software to play.

"What software is this? Amazon? You can still buy things?"

'Koizumi Aona' adjusted her posture, lying on the bed, holding the pillow in her arms, and kicking her calves back and forth.

"Don't know if you have money? Try it!"

I searched for TVs and picked one at random.

SONY Z9D, 100 inches, 2.258 meters long, 1.393 meters wide, and 0.504 meters thick.

The total price including tax is 7.5 million yen!

Fingerprint payment is still prompted.

"Koizumi Aona" stared at the price on the screen without blinking, and then placed her hand on it carefully.

Spin it twice and the payment is successful.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"Koizumi Aona" threw the phone away, buried her face in the pillow, screamed desperately, and kicked the air with her calves.

After taking a breath and calming down, she immediately picked up the phone.

For home use, buy a floor lamp worth 60,000...payment successful!

"Hahaha!"

Jewelry, a necklace worth 160,000 yuan, buy... payment successful!

"Ah——" Koizumi Aona sat up suddenly!

buy! buy! buy!

Top 50 sales! Buy them all!

Half an hour later, "Koizumi Aona" lay contentedly on the bed, feeling that even if this "Tokyo Dream" ended here, there would be no regrets.

"Hehe, hehe." Feeling extremely satisfied, she laughed unintentionally and fell asleep.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

Toru Watanabe looked at his messy bed and the quilt that had fallen on the floor.

Just now, he saw everything that Koizumi Aona did.

He didn't have time to complain about the system, as he immediately remembered that the event would last for a month, and if it continued like this... just a 'smile' would be enough to cause huge trouble.

Mr. Koizumi, a sophomore student, must be made aware of the seriousness of the matter and at least not to laugh carelessly.

Don’t ask anyone for photos!

Thinking of this, Toru Watanabe prepared to leave a message on his mobile phone and write down the precautions.

However, as soon as he picked up the mobile phone that he had thrown aside, a strong sense of sleepiness came over him again.

it's over...

Watanabe Toru's body shook twice and she opened her eyes.

"Oh no! I almost woke up from laughing!"

"Koizumi Aona" touched her phone with a lingering feeling, but did not continue to indulge in "fake shopping" and decided to seize the time and have a good look around Tokyo.

First, change clothes, change clothes...

Change clothes for boys!

"It doesn't matter, it's a dream! It's a dream! It's a dream!"

After preparing herself mentally, "Koizumi Aona" got out of bed and opened the floor-standing wardrobe.

What appeared before my eyes was not clothes, but a small rectangular room.

The lights are bright but not glaring. Various kinds of clothes are hung in rows on the left and right. On the cabinets, there are belts, buttons, watches, shoes and other items.

"Koizumi Aona" opened her mouth in surprise and walked into this dreamlike country.

His hands brushed over piece of clothing after piece of clothing, each one was brand new.

At the end of the small room was a full-length mirror, where Koizumi Aona saw herself in her dream for the first time.

It perfectly meets her requirements of "looking so stunning that you may even forget to breathe for a moment", "when she is joking with you casually, her eyes are slightly raised, revealing her casualness, and no one can guess what she is thinking"!

"So handsome! I like you! I like you! Mua, mua!"

"Koizumi Qingnai" pouted and kissed desperately in front of the mirror.

Unconsciously, I almost stuck out my tongue.

But just as she was about to reach out and lick the mirror, she suddenly came to her senses.

"No, this kind of good thing should be done by my future self!"

Chapter 239 Visiting Day

This body really only appears in dreams.

White shirt and black suit pants, so tempting!

'Koizumi Aona' swallowed uncontrollably, slightly unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, and lowered her head to peek inside.

After a while, she closed the door of the dressing room guiltily.

About an hour later, Koizumi Aona, who had changed her clothes, walked out of the dressing room.

"It's so real, so amazing." Leaning against the door of the dressing room, she held her red face in her hands and murmured with her head down.

Then she slapped herself in the face twice.

"'Aina', even in a dream, you can't do that!"

She let out a long breath, calmed herself down, threw herself on the bed, and picked up the phone and wallet that she had just thrown on it.

"Tokyo, here I come!"

Standing outside the apartment building, "Koizumi Aona" covered her forehead with her hands and looked into the distance.

Electric wires penetrate the vast sky, and fifty-story buildings can be seen everywhere. The glass on the higher floors reflects fascinating light.

"Koizumi Aona" put down her hands and walked excitedly into Tokyo in early April.

After only walking for two minutes, before she came across a movie theater, a large shopping mall, or a clothing and shoe store, she was attracted by a cafe.

Looking inside from the display window that is as wide as the wall, there are wooden tables, leisurely sofas, and exquisite potted plants. It looks just like the place where the hero and heroine first met in a movie.

She turned on tiptoe, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Welcome!" The waitress with delicate makeup bowed slightly to her.

『Koizumi Aona』 looked at the other person, the "composition" was very delicate, without any blur.

'That's amazing! Even a random coffee shop can be so clear!'

Thinking about whether she could write a novel called "Aina's Travels in Tokyo", she followed the waiter to the window seat.

The sofa is very comfortable, and the sunlight from the window shines right in here.

An exquisite bamboo basket is placed on the wooden table, with sugar and other items in the basket, exuding a fashionable atmosphere.

"What can I do for you?" the waitress asked.

"Uh..." Koizumi Aona thought about it and originally wanted to order like Tokyo people, but her mind was empty, so she finally picked up the menu.

On the menu, every kind of coffee looks delicious, and every kind of dessert looks delicious!

After struggling for a while, she said:

"Please give me a cup of mixed coffee, and, um... macarons and caramel pudding!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Thank you." Koizumi Aona smiled expectantly.

She patted the armrest of the sofa, bent down to get the sugar jar, and when she opened the lid to look inside, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the waitress was still standing beside her in a daze.

"Is it stuck?" "Koizumi Aona" was a little disappointed, "Dreams really have their limits."

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The waitress came to her senses, left quickly with red ears.

"Are you back again?" Koizumi Aona looked at her receding figure in surprise.

"Forget it." Her expression became relaxed again.

Humming a song, he took out his cell phone and took a selfie of himself.

I photoshopped a pink heart on the photo and sent it to 'myself'.

The 'self' on the other side replied: "What's the matter?"

"You like it?"

"What are you talking about? The teacher is going to be angry!"

The teacher is going to be angry... It seems like it's fun to tease me.

"Koizumi Aona" tilted her head slightly, took a picture of her profile, and sent it.

In this photo, there is a charming and cold side face, a sexy jawline, a sexy Adam's apple, and a very sexy clavicle curve!

It will definitely make you moved!

Who knows 'my' own preferences best?

She licked the collarbone just now... nothing, nothing.

She pressed the virtual keyboard with her clumsy fingers and typed a paragraph of text:

"Teacher, my neck is itchy, can you help me take a look?"

After a long while, the other side replied with a message:

"I don't see any problem, don't worry"

"Hmph, you hypocrite! You must have magnified it and looked at it for a long time, and still kept it!" Koizumi Aona said with disdain.

Just as she was about to expose her true identity, two fashionably dressed girls in the store came over.

"Um," the girl in the pink sweater asked, "Can I know your name?"

"Koizumi Aona" was stunned.

Flirting? This is flirting? Tokyo is still Tokyo!

"Of course!" She smiled brightly and happily, "My name is..."

What was his name? All I know is his last name is Watanabe.

As soon as the question was raised, the brain automatically gave the answer:

When the 'working self' drove back to the apartment, there was a roll call on the front of the car. There were 40 people in the class, but only one person was named Watanabe.

Asayama Choya, Ishikawa Yuuna... Wada Yasuhisa, Watanabe Toru...

"My name is Toru Watanabe."

"Koizumi Aona" does not think that she has an excellent memory. She was in the passenger seat at the time and just took a look at it out of curiosity. How could she remember it?