Tokyo Trickster

Amamiya Ren didn't dare to chase after her. He looked at the shadow of Shiomi Kotone and said, "Then keep running! We'll be at your house soon!"

This sentence worked very well. Soon the moon stopped moving and she returned to the thief who stole her heart. "Senior, you are terrible! The worst!"

"Give me back the scarf," Amamiya Ren reached out to her.

"Heh~" Xi Jianqinyin sneered, "It has been worn by the cutest girl in the universe, so its value has doubled."

"Okay, okay, how much do you want me to pay? If Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that he caused a global financial crisis because of a girl's words in the future, he would be so angry that he would kick over the coffin."

Shiomi Kotone took off her scarf and tied it around Amemiya Ren's neck.

"Hey, say something?" The thief saw that the girl remained silent and was afraid that she was going to strangle him.

"You don't really want to strangle..." He couldn't say the rest of the sentence.

The lips feel moist and soft.

Shiomi Kotone's lips were very cold, not like Lavenda's lips which were crystal clear and light like jelly. Instead, they were more like ice cream, making people feel sweet, sweet to the heart.

After several months of secretary training, faced with this situation, Amamiya Ren's subconscious reaction was to press further.

Soon, Xijian Qinyin could no longer withstand this overly bold attack.

She ran away with a red face. Then she suddenly turned back and stood in the moonlight, graceful and elegant, her peach-like cheeks seemed to be stained with cold dew, "Senior!"

"I'm listening." Amamiya Ren began to regret.

"Xijian Qinyin said very seriously, even though she was blushing with shyness, "I am very grateful for your help during this time. Really, I am very grateful!"

As she spoke, she suddenly laughed out loud, clear as a silver bell. This young love, pure as moonlight, was not as heavy as Lavenda's unreserved selflessness. It was a kind of beauty and preciousness that was unforgettable. It was to be engraved in the memory and the heart. If one day it was lost by mistake, perhaps all of it would turn into tears and fall on every undisturbed night.

"Although the senior is a bad and hateful guy, who often disregards the opinions of girls, likes to act cool, and does some impolite pranks -" Shiomi Kotone put her hands behind her back and took a deep breath, "But! I like you! I like this kind of senior!"

She turned around and disappeared into the hazy moonlight.

The outlines of apartment buildings were in the darkness in the distance.

"Please date me!" This is what Shiomi Kotone didn't say out loud.

But this is the lip shape she made.

Amamiya Ren hoped that he had seen it wrong, but he couldn't deceive himself about such things.

That would seem too brutal.

He thought helplessly and painfully that he might not be able to sleep tonight.

On the same night, the veritable gangster boss also couldn't sleep.

For unknown reasons, Junya Kaneshiro dreamed about the "Phantom Thieves of the Mind" which was currently being hotly discussed on the Internet. He kept dreaming about his heart being stolen. He foolishly ran to the police station to turn himself in, and cried bitterly in the interrogation room, as stupid as a 300-pound fat kid.

(PS: Shallow 3 updates.)

Dry weather: 118. Lava mousse and cream puffs

The leader of the Shibuya underworld, Mr. Kaneshiro Junya, suffers from insomnia.

The dream was full of Phantom Thieves.

A morning so dry that it makes one feel a little stuffy.

The famous Shibuya entrepreneur who was as fat as a ball picked up the sexy underwear beside the bed and wiped the cold sweat on his face. He pushed away his sleeping female companion somewhat rudely, put on his pajamas and rushed into the living room of the villa.

Amid the maid's screams, Junya Kaneshiro smashed the vase on the wall and took out a sharp folding knife from it.

"Um..." the maid asked timidly.

"It's okay, you come and clean it up." The palm of Jincheng's hand was scratched by the broken porcelain pieces and was bleeding. The intense pain made him sober up a little. He realized that the dark thief wearing a white bird mask did not exist here.

Stealing people's hearts? He took a deep breath to ease the intense fear.

After calling a private doctor to help treat the wound, Jincheng Junya sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and waited for the servant to bring breakfast.

There is no such thing as a Phantom Thief Group. It is just a false rumor on the Internet. To believe in such an urban legend, one must be living a comfortable life and forgetting the hardship of making a fortune.

Wait, this is...? !

His eyes widened. On the TV screen, a gray-haired old man slowly sat down surrounded by cameras.

Madarame bowed deeply towards the camera with a sad expression, as if he had aged a few years. He lived young because of desire, but when this strong and twisted desire was stolen, he immediately turned back into the haggard and weak appearance that he should have at this age.

The official comments scrolled down the screen: [Japanese painting master, Mr. Madarame Ikryusai, took the initiative to confess to the association today for plagiarism and accepted the police summons to come to the police station to explain...]

[In addition to being suspected of abusing students and publishing students' works as his own without authorization...] The news anchor glanced at the manuscript urgently sent by his assistant. [The previous theft of his masterpiece "Sayuri" was also suspected to be a lie for fraud.]

[A great master made such a horrific mistake, shocking the entire art world...]

Also browsing the news were pedestrians on the streets of Shibuya, who were horrified and witnessed this scene that was destined to go down in Japanese history.

Madarame Ikryusai, who led the trend of Japanese painting for more than half a century, was actually just a thief who deceived the world.

"Is this old man finished?" Two students who had no interest in art whispered to each other.

A little further away, a middle-aged painter from the Showa era was crying while holding his cell phone.

【After the press conference, Madarame was originally expected to be handed over to the police, but considering his advanced age, he was instead given a statement at the Police Hospital.】

【However, after a simple appraisal, no mental abnormality was found in Madarame, and the hospital believed that... Madarame still had the capacity to take responsibility. 】

Then, a picture quickly enlarged. It was a letter with red words on a black background attached to "Sayuri".

[In addition, we also learned that a person who called himself the "Phantom Thieves" posted a suspicious statement at the dinner party held by Madarame...]

[The police said that the identity of the suspect cannot be determined at present and they are continuing to investigate the connection between the incidents. ]

Madarame Ichiryusai in front of the camera was already in tears, knocking his forehead hard on the table, "I... have sinned against the art world, I'm sorry, I have failed everyone's expectations for decades... I..."

The old man cried uncontrollably, his voice choking with sobs, "I feel ashamed of those young people and Japanese paintings. I should..."

"Phantom thief? What does the thief's kowtow and the old man's confession of guilt have to do with it?" The confused white-collar worker put his phone back into his pocket.

"Ah, I've heard of the Phantom Thieves. They say they steal the hearts of evil people, so the criminals will come out and apologize on their own." A colleague who likes surfing the Internet answered him.

"Eh, stealing minds... is that impossible?"

"But the preview letter is real." The colleague pointed to the picture on the screen in the building.

"It seems to be something like 'I want to take your heart'? It's amazing if there really is such a person. It's simply amazing."

"Mind, Phantom Thieves."

In front of the TV, Junya Kaneshiro clenched his fists, and the panic in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

He knew better than anyone what he had lost and given up in order to reach such a position and accumulate such outrageous wealth.

......

At the same time, Amamiya Ren, who was standing at the bottom of the building with a shoulder bag, looked up at the screen in a daze.

When did this guy decide to repent? He was bedridden and half dead yesterday.

But it's always a good thing.

He chuckled smugly, turned around and prepared to go to the train station to take the train to Cangshan 1-chome. "Senior~" The brisk voice broke the sense of accomplishment brought by manipulating the heart of the sinner.

Amamiya Ren's smile disappeared immediately. He was afraid that it would cause any misunderstanding to some uninvited guest and make the situation worse... This was simply a fantasy.

The girl who was like a lava mousse cake, exuding a sweet scent, stood coquettishly in the middle of the street. She seemed to notice the increasingly focused eyes around her, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

Then, I cast my pure trust and love on Amamiya Ren.

The thief's breathing stagnated slightly. He thought of the "threat" that Lavenda had "repeatedly warned" him to do when he left the house in the morning: "If Mr. Amamiya has a new girlfriend outside, he must be very energetic, right?"

"Senior!" Xijian Qinyin shouted again.

After looking around, Amamiya Ren finally stepped forward and took her hand, then hurried towards the tram station, "I have to go to school today."

"Me too." Xi saw Qinyin smiling sweetly.

"Hey, can't it be..."

"I specially commissioned a highly capable agent to help me transfer to my senior's school."

Amamiya Ren realized that she was about to be roasted on the fire, "You don't even have a student status certificate, how did you transfer to another school..."

"Hehe, you can have as many reasons as you want," Xijian Qinyin smiled smugly. That smile looked familiar to Amamiya Ren, as it was probably not much different from her previous expression.

"That agent's business ability is really excellent," Amamiya Ren said with a dim gaze.

"Really?" Xijian Qinyin held his arm affectionately.

Snap. I heard the sound of a pen being broken from somewhere.

Maybe the handle of a mop.

Lavenda placed the plastic bucket full of water lightly on the ground, smiled gently, then took out her mobile phone and opened Line.

As Amamiya Ren was swiping her card to pass the station, she felt her phone vibrate twice.

He glanced down at the screen, feeling hopeless.

【Lavenda: ^_^】

【Lavenda: ???】

(Author's note: I took an overnight flight yesterday and arrived home at 10am. I had lunch and took a nap for a few hours.

This is a supplement to yesterday's update and today's update... I'm going to sleep for a while, and I'll continue writing when I wake up! )

I took an overnight flight yesterday and arrived home at 10 a.m. I had lunch and took a nap for a few hours.

This is a make-up for yesterday’s update and today’s update... I’m going to take a nap and continue writing when I wake up!

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The weather is dry: 119. Show off the king's concubines

"Well, let us welcome the new students--"

The homeroom teacher, Sadyo Kawakami, brought in a pretty and lovely girl.

"Huh? Another transfer student?" the students in the classroom whispered.

"She's so beautiful, like a popular idol."

"Wait, idol? Could it really be..."

"Good morning, everyone," the new transfer student bowed politely before writing her name on the blackboard, "Shiomi Kotone."

“I am very happy to be with you in the rest of my campus life.”

The boys in the classroom were so excited that they were like chicken blood. Takamaki An, who worked part-time as a model outside of school, was indeed beautiful, but for various reasons, she was not popular with the girls, so if they confessed their love to her, they would be at risk of being excluded. Unexpectedly, a beautiful girl who was no less beautiful than Takamaki transferred to the school, giving these young people in adolescence a rosy fantasy.

It's impossible that this classmate Shiomi would put herself against all the girls in the class on the first day of school?

After bowing, Shiomi Kotone started introducing herself without any extra words.

Short and powerful.

Concise and concise.

Her eyes fell on the corner of the classroom, "I came to this school to..."

Amamiya Ren was rapidly tapping on the screen of her phone, trying to appease her secretary at home.

"Amemiya-san." Shiomi Kotone smiled with evil humor, "I am Amemiya-san's fiancée~"

"Rumors," Amamiya Ren raised her voice a little, leaving no room for the girl on the podium, and was determined to destroy the first impression she had made in the class.

Shiomi Kotone was not angry or annoyed. She looked at him with a smile, and her expression actually showed a natural gloom and helplessness. "Yes, rumors, like the rumors that Amemiya-san often has improper relationships with fans, or that he keeps a young maid at home... After all, I'm dating a genius writer like Amemiya-san, I've long been used to it."

She wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers without leaving any trace, as if to hide a tidal sadness. "Even if Amamiya-san finds a new girlfriend, my feelings for him will not change at all. I'm sorry to bother you all, I just... I just want to see him so much."

Such an exaggerated ability of empathy, Amamiya Ren's eyes trembled wildly, the acquaintance of two generations of [Fools] was a coincidence of fate, an irreversible encounter. If this girl's love for him is unavoidable, then he can only accept it. This is what Lavenda said.

The secretary said that she really couldn't deal with another contractor from the same camp -

"This is not just about principle or responsibility," Lavenda said last night, her voice a little aggrieved. "According to your speculation, that girl might be the parallel world counterpart of 'Yuuki Riki'. Then she must have a 'mission' to accomplish when she came to this world."

"Miss Shiomi has reunited with you. This is 'destiny'."

The secretary stamped her feet unwillingly, "Anyway, if you want to find a girlfriend outside, tonight..."