Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Now is the era of Internet traffic, and there are too many tutorials on makeup and dressing for women on the Internet.

Following the recommendation of an Instagram blogger, Ogihara Saki went into the mall and bought several sets of cosmetics.

She was completely confused by the technical terms the saleswoman mentioned, such as concealer, sunscreen, skin-friendly, and skin care.

However, Japanese waiters are generally very patient. Seeing that Ogihara Saki was young and sweet-looking, they not only applied the cream on their face themselves to demonstrate to her, but also gave her a few sets of gifts before she left.

"Thank you..." Ogihara Saki thanked softly.

This is the first time in her life that she has enjoyed the so-called benefit of good looks.

How should I put it? I felt a strange mood, as if I was walking on cotton and felt light as if I was walking.

Walking out of the cosmetics store carrying a few shopping bags, Ogihara Saki wandered aimlessly in the mall. After browsing the outfits of girls on Instagram, her eyes lit up and she turned and walked into a Uniqlo store next door.

As I walked into the Uniqlo clothing store, a young saleswoman immediately came up to me.

When the saleswoman saw Ogihara Saki, who had a delicate face like a teenage idol, her eyes widened slightly, and then she smiled as usual.

"Guest, do you need me to recommend anything?"

"How about this coat? It's a hot seller this season."

"The dress is nice too. You have such a great figure, it will definitely fit you perfectly!"

The saleslady introduced Ogihara Saki enthusiastically.

High-level appearance is often popular with both men and women. Not only does it attract the opposite sex, but the same sex will also subconsciously develop a liking for it when they meet for the first time.

Chapter 70 Incredible

Unable to resist the saleswoman's enthusiasm, Ogihara Saki chose a white dress and went to the changing room.

"Click."

After changing into her skirt, she opened the door and walked out of the dressing room.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and one could vaguely hear the sound of people breathing faster inside the Uniqlo store.

In an instant, all kinds of strange gazes were cast towards Ogihara Saki.

There was a clothing clerk who was explaining things incessantly, a couple holding hands while choosing clothes, and a few girls who looked like students gathered together and were laughing.

The eyes are filled with appreciation, praise, surprise, or curiosity.

"So beautiful..."

"Isn't that guy really an idol who has already debuted?"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

"Maybe he's deliberately pretending to be an amateur and filming a TV variety show!"

"..."

Feeling the people's gazes, some unrestrained and some furtively, Ogihara Saki shyly tugged at the hem of her skirt, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Normally, even if she stood face to face with a stranger, she would not attract any attention, and she was an invisible person in the class who no one cared about.

Now she stood there, doing nothing, and seemed to have become the center of attention of everyone in the store.

The world becomes easier and brighter because of this.

"Mozi..." Ogihara Saki suddenly found a familiar face among the group of girls dressed as students.

Mizuhara Moko, her classmate.

But when she opened her mouth and was about to say hello, the other person seemed to not know her at all and passed by her by holding his companion's arm.

"Let's go pick out a skirt and try it out..."

"So beautiful!"

"I wish I could look half as good in it as she does."

The girl named Mizuhara Momoko walked past Ogihara Saki, turned her head to glance at her, and walked towards the clothes racks in the back row of the store.

Noticing her slightly envious look, Ogihara Saki gave up the idea of greeting her.

"Mozi, she..."

“It seems like he didn’t recognize me.”

"This is the one I want. Please help me put it together." Ogihara Saki stood in front of the fitting mirror, looking at her pure and sweet self. A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she turned to the saleswoman and said.

"Sir, you are so beautiful." The salesgirl complimented from the bottom of her heart.

After paying and leaving the Uniqlo store, there was one more white dress in my shopping bags.

Ogihara Saki touched her increasingly empty wallet, and the burning desire to consume in her heart gradually faded away.

Walking on the way home, Ogihara Saki noticed the gazes of passers-by and felt inexplicably strange.

Do those good-looking people in the world easily feel the attention of others every day?

Her mind couldn't help but emerge with the images of Shimizu Rin whom she met in Fujii's house, and then the faces of Shimizu Ai and Chiba Shinoko.

The last person to appear was Fujii Itsuki.

In Ogihara Saki's opinion, Fujii-kun's "good looks" are completely different from the above three people, and in her heart he is unique.

As I was walking slowly on the street carrying shopping bags, I happened to meet a few neighbors who lived nearby. Without exception, like Mizuhara Moko, none of them recognized me.

Ogihara Saki curled up the corners of her mouth in joy, and with a new mood, she took out the key and opened the door of Ogihara's house.

She changed into slippers at the entrance, tiptoed to her mother Ayako Ogiwara's bedroom, and quietly opened the door.

When she saw her mother lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, Ogihara Saki couldn't help but feel relieved.

In the Ogiwara family, Ogiwara Ayako is the absolute authority.

Ogihara Saki grew up in the shadow of her mother.

Ayako Ogiwara was not only very strict with her in her studies, requiring her grades to not be lower than the top ten in the class, but she also set strict rules for her in daily life and social life.

For example, you are not allowed to have short hair, dress flashily, talk to classmates of the opposite sex at school, and you are not allowed to make friends with the opposite sex.

If there are no club activities after school, you must go home. If there are activities, the latest is no later than 7pm.

Such a high-pressure environment made Ogihara Saki gradually close her heart.

She had long bangs and wore round-frame glasses.

She no longer communicated with her classmates at school, went home alone after school, and gradually became sensitive and inferior.

She knew very little about her father, whom she had never met. She only knew that he was a scumbag who abandoned his wife and daughter and went abroad to marry another woman.

She also doesn't know much about her mother, Ayako Ogiwara.

It's not even clear what my mother does for a living.

I only saw her going out in the moonlight every day and coming back in the morning dew. When she got home, she would fall asleep on the bed, and sometimes she would smell of alcohol.

Seeing how hard her mother worked, Ogihara Saki became more submissive to her mother's high standards.

"Click."

Gently closing Ogihara Ayako's door, Ogihara Saki returned to her own bedroom and locked the door.

She opened her cosmetics box and put it on the desk. She removed her makeup step by step according to the steps in the Instagram video, and then learned makeup techniques from the video blogger.

Two hours later, she picked up the small mirror and looked at the makeup she had just learned.

"I think I am talented..."

Ogihara Saki whispered to herself, looked left and right in the mirror, and then revealed a gentle smile.

She seemed to suddenly remember something, took out the white dress she had bought earlier, cut off the tag with scissors, and put on the dress.

"I always feel like it's still a little off..."

Looking at her dazzling self in the mirror, Ogihara Saki still felt a sense of disharmony.

"That's right!" An idea suddenly flashed in her mind. She took off her thick round-frame glasses and took out the contact lenses she had gotten a year ago from the drawer.

Because I found it troublesome, I only wore it two or three times.

She pulled her eyelids to let the contact lens stick to her pupils.

It's like hearing the sound of gears or a program switching.

After blinking her eyes for a few seconds to adjust, Ogihara Saki couldn't wait to pick up the mirror.

The girl in the mirror looks like a teenage idol who has just debuted, with regular and delicate features and perfect and soft facial lines.

Slender waist and heavy chest.

The orange-yellow light shone on her newly permed black long hair, and her straight white thighs under the skirt made even her heart beat faster.

At this moment, the beauty switch sleeping in the genes seemed to be suddenly turned on.

The rainy season that loomed overhead seemed to have passed.

"It's incredible..."

Ogihara Saki stared at the mirror blankly, unable to believe that the lovely person in the mirror was actually herself.

"Pah." She slapped her cheeks hard with both hands.

After realizing that I was not dreaming, I was so excited that I almost fainted.

"Saki, you won't run away again now, will you?"

Recalling the scene in Fujii Itsuki's room where she ran away in embarrassment because she didn't have the courage to kiss him, Ogihara Saki's face flushed beautifully.

"but……"

She raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a sly smile on her pretty face.

"When I go to school on Monday, Fujii-kun probably won't recognize me, right?"

Chapter 71 Impeccable

The system mall will be refreshed on time at 0: midnight on Monday.

Fujii Itsuki, who had been waiting in front of the system for a long time, immediately cast his eyes on the system panel.

【Ding! 】

[Host: Fujii Itsuki]

[Age: 18 years old]

[Skills: 1. Deliberate punch 2. Recording 3. Elementary professional knowledge 4. Intermediate kendo]

[Props: None]

[Revenge Points: 1600 points]

[Evil point: 5 points]

【Available cash: 2.36 million yen】

【Ding! 】

[System Mall refresh completed! ]

【Skills】

"1. Basic Composition (100 Revenge Points)"

"2. Basic Lyrics (100 Revenge Points)"

"3. Mastery of intermediate professional knowledge (corresponding to all subjects currently studied by the host) (1000 revenge points)"

【Props】

"Invulnerable Card (Trick Card): Immune to negative effects once, including but not limited to physical illness, fatigue, poisoning and other negative states, moral condemnation and public opinion suppression of the mind. Note: Not immune to death! (1000 Revenge Points/10 Evil Points)"

……

How come he can write lyrics and compose music? Could it be that the system wants me to enter the music industry?

Fujii Itsuki muttered secretly in his heart.