Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

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"I don't know, but it shouldn't be so difficult that you have to give up other things to learn this."

Xiangzi couldn't help but reminisce about the band costume designs in his notebook.

To add an air of mystery to the band, she came up with the concept of masks.

If the mask is just a dark, blank surface, it would be rather monotonous and lack aesthetic appeal.

Yes, it needs some floral patterns to decorate it, and the meaning of flowers can be used to express our thoughts.

……

I miss you so much in Ikebukuro.

After renting a car and driving to Nishi-Ikebukuro, as expected, China saw a blue-and-white Chinese landmark on a marble wall, with smaller print below indicating that this was "Nishi-Ikebukuro 1-chome 25-1".

Looking around, there were many Chinese restaurants, and a bright red sign with white lettering caught China's attention.

"Let's stop here for now," China said, pointing to the sign.

"It's still quite a distance from the clinic, isn't it?"

As soon as Xiangzi asked the question, his excited sister Cou pulled him by the hand and led him to the front of the shop.

This is a milk tea shop. The shop's red sign features a snowman wearing a crown on the left and four familiar Chinese characters on the right.

Mixue Ice Cream.

Xiangzi assumed that Qiannai was going to drink something expensive, until he walked into the shop and saw the price tags on the drinks.

High Mountain Seasons - Spring: 100?

"So cheap?!" Xiangzi exclaimed in surprise, a rare occurrence for him.

Even when she was working as a customer service representative, she could buy 12 cups with her hourly wage.

What surprised her even more was that Chika, who treated money like a samurai, actually chose to spend her money here.

"A passion fruit drink, please~"

Chika ordered from the shop assistant in Chinese, then asked Shoko,

"You want to drink... oh, sorry...", China forgot to switch languages, "What do you want to drink?"

Xiangzi's attention was completely focused on ordering drinks; instead, he was looking at Qiannai with surprise.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"It's not strange that someone living in Ikebukuro speaks Chinese, is it?" China joked, but it seemed like she wasn't joking.

"No, I mean... why didn't you say you could speak Chinese sooner?"

"what happened?"

"That way I can tailor your virtual streamer project based on your strengths..."

Xiangzi gave him a look that said, "Wow, he's really good at hiding things."

The genius composer and inspiring fighter against illness before us now possess the added brilliance of being multilingual.

What Xiangzi didn't want to confirm at the moment was whether Qiannai was really his sister.

I wonder if her pride can bear this fact.

"Is Xiaoxiang planning to have me do a live stream exclusively in Chinese?"

China's expression was slightly solemn, as countless online bullying words from her past life swarmed through her mind like locusts.

"Aren't you too willing?" Xiangzi asked, turning his head slightly to the side.

Before we knew it, the passion fruit was ready.

At the clerk's call, China snapped out of her daze and took the drink from the counter.

When she tried to insert the straw into the cup, her hand trembled a little, and it took her two or three tries to get it in. While drinking, she was distracted and realized that the straw was broken when she took it off her lips. She was too embarrassed to hand it to Xiangzi.

Xiangzi noticed that Qianna was acting strangely, so in order to change the subject, he took the drink from her hand.

"Please let me have a sip too."

“Oh…of course…yes.” China stammered.

“Delicious…”

Xiangzi took a small sip.

360?, a price even more affordable than budget-friendly, yet it still left Xiangzi feeling "amazed".

However, she also made sure to calm Chika's emotions down.

"Let's head to the clinic first."

Xiangzi took Qiannai's hand, then looked back at the shop sign again and smiled, "You've convinced me to buy one. I'll bring you a cup next time I come to the hospital."

The Xiangzi in front of her felt somewhat unfamiliar to Qianna.

But perhaps, this was what she was like before.

China also turned to look at the signboard and the hardworking shop assistants inside.

As I walked along the street, I looked out at the various Chinese restaurants lining the main street, where the staff warmly welcomed customers.

Along the way, there were all sorts of passersby speaking languages she was familiar with.

She had never heard the insults spoken in that language before, the vicious words that had caused her so much suffering from cyberbullying in her past life.

China gradually calmed down and looked at Shoko with a trusting gaze.

"It's alright, Xiao Xiang, I'll go with your plan."

Chapter 117 China. Washing Her Hands for the Second Time

“Hmm…” China stared at the drink in her hand, lost in thought.

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about the project?" Xiangzi asked.

"No, it's just that the straw was inserted a little off-center," China said, frowning.

She picked up her drink, closed her left eye, then her right, constantly adjusting her perspective until she finally confirmed that the straw was indeed inserted slightly off-center.

Qian couldn't stand it any longer, so she pinched the straw and jerked it open, making the hole in the cup a little bigger, so it wouldn't be so noticeable.

"Glug...glug..." She gulped down her drink.

Before long, the drink was almost finished, but there were still some toppings such as tapioca pearls, coconut jelly, and passion fruit left at the bottom of the cup.

Because there isn't enough liquid to move these solid objects, they will only stick to the straw even if you suck hard.

China regretted not shaking it before drinking to mix the ingredients from the bottom.

Now that things have come to this, she has no choice but to tear open the lid and use a straw like a spoon to scoop up the ingredients and eat them.

She ate it very cleanly, even painstakingly scooping out the last half-eaten coconut from the crevice at the bottom of the cup.

Xiangzi had never seen anyone drink a beverage so desperately before, and she thought Yuqiu should have Chinatsu lead a food conservation campaign.

After finally finishing the drink, China inevitably got her hands covered in the sticky sugar syrup while scooping out the toppings, a feeling that made her very uncomfortable.

She worried that the sugar would make her hands more susceptible to bacteria from the air, which would then multiply rapidly under the nourishment of the sugar.

She couldn't help but think of the little bits of black mold that appear on the mouth of canned fruit after it has been open for a while.

"Wash your hands...wash your hands..."

China muttered to herself, her gaze anxiously scanning the surroundings, passing through the bustling crowds, glancing past the colorful shop windows, and finally settling on the restroom sign not far away.

She immediately ran as instructed.

"Wait a moment……"

Xiangzi's shouts did nothing to slow Qiannai's pace, so Xiangzi had no choice but to catch up.

Then, she saw China squeeze out a lot of hand sanitizer, turn the tap on full blast, and vigorously rub her hands in the rushing water for a long time.

China, who was just saving food, is no longer associated with saving.

When Xiangzi first met Qianna, the latter was doing the same thing.

But she didn't know what was on China's hands that time.

Logically speaking, if China was just going for a job interview that day, she shouldn't have gotten her hands dirty.

Xiangzi felt that she didn't need to think about those things, but she could only helplessly watch Qiannai's actions.

The best way to stop someone with a handwashing compulsion from washing their hands is to stop them from breathing.

Therefore, all Xiangzi could do was remind the clinic that the appointment time was approaching.

"Okay, I'll be right there..."

A moment later, Qian Nai spread her hands and asked Xiangzi anxiously and nervously:

"Is it clean now?"

What Xiangzi saw was a pair of hands, wrinkled from washing and with red palms.

"It's so clean it couldn't be cleaner..."

She even felt that after such a baptism, her hands wouldn't leave fingerprints on the tempered glass screen protector.

"Oh well."

Despite receiving an affirmative answer, Chika turned on the tap again, rinsed her hands with the water, and then asked Shoko for confirmation once more.

"Isn't it cleaner now...?"

This time, her hands were raw from washing.

"These are absolutely the cleanest hands in the world..."

Having successfully "confirmed" with Xiangzi once again put Qian Nai at ease.

But her lingering anxiety, like a house on fire where, after a round of firefighting and emergency rescue, some corners still smolder with wisps of black smoke, needs water to extinguish.

China dried her hands and then kept rubbing them together, vaguely sensing that there were still some sugar molecules, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.

She knew it was just psychological.

But she couldn't stop.

When China turned on the tap again, Shoko grasped her hands.

"Can't this condition be cured with medicine?" Xiangzi asked.

“I’ve been taking anti-anxiety medication recently, and it has indeed reduced my anxiety, but washing my hands seems to have an inertia that compels me to do it... I just want to wash them one more time,” Chizuru pleaded.

Xiangzi glanced around, thought for a moment, and then asked Qiannai:

"Calm down. Do you think there's anything that can make you feel 100% clean after using it? Like medical alcohol or something?"

“Alcohol…oh right…alcohol!” China suddenly remembered.

She turned to the side and gestured to Xiangzi with her shoulder bag, saying:

"Could you get this for me, please?" Chizuru seemed reluctant to touch her bag.

Xiangzi helped her open the bag.

Fortunately, there was a pack of unused alcohol wipes.

In addition, the bag also contained some daily necessities such as moisturizing spray, tampons, and a 30,000 mAh solar power bank.

There were also some pills and tablets in transparent plastic boxes, and...

A pebble.

Xiangzi was instinctively stunned when she saw the Yuhua stone, even though Qiannai had shown it to her before.

It seems that China has already regarded it as a precious gift and is keeping it with her.